Coloratura Songstress.
Since she was a songstress, she naturally sang.
So how should one evaluate the singing of a songstress like the Coloratura Songstress?
Well. That was hard to say.
If there was only a single Coloratura Songstress, then what came out would undoubtedly be nothing but noise. But if hundreds of Coloratura Songstresses gathered together, forming a bloody symphony, with a few small seasonings added, the entire opera would become exceptionally grand and beautiful.
"Desire becomes fantasy."
"Fantasy becomes reality."
"Sing—sing, sing, sing!"
"Dance, dance—dance to your heart's content!!!"
"We are—both fiction and not fiction! Both reality and not reality!!!"
Phantom of the Opera shouted fervently.
The seasoning within the Coloratura Songstresses' song was naturally Phantom of the Opera's own voice.
He gazed enraptured at the most bizarre and twisted Coloratura Songstress.
"Ahh. Fiction that still shines, even without a shred of reality."
"[Beauty] (Heroine)!!!"
"[Princess] (Heroine)!!!"
"[Empress] (Heroine)!!!"
Phantom of the Opera danced and spun, pouring all his emotions into releasing his excitement.
"[The Most Beautiful One] (Heroine)!!!"
"[The Most Noble One] (Heroine)!!!"
"[The Purest One] (Heroine)!!!"
"Ohhhhh—Christine! Christine Daaé!!!"
"No matter what form you take, you are a being who should rightfully rule over everything!"
"So, please give the order."
Phantom of the Opera bowed deeply to the one he loved.
"Yes—to all of us."
The Coloratura Songstress named Christine Daaé spun bizarrely and moved in a twisted manner.
"Kill (Increase), strip away (Increase), take (Increase)."
Christine's voice was like that of a machine.
"Put on (Increase), give (Increase), bestow (Increase)."
"Yes, increase! Become more! Because Christine desires it!"
Under Christine's cold commands and Phantom of the Opera's near-mad flattery, all the Phantoms of the Opera moved as if insane, hunting as if insane.
Only malevolent beings could survive in this Shinjuku.
Using malice to hunt malice