273 Danube River of Blood 5yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

The fog was silent. No one replied.
Naberius seemed to hear the youth’s curse and he opened his arms cheerfully. "So you have nowhere to run now, huh? Why are you insisting on your prejudice? Why don’t we hold hands and walk toward the beautiful future together? Come, I can play a waltz and we can dance together with this beautiful melody!"
The instrument pounding like a heart in his hand gradually swelled and distorted, transforming into something like a French horn. Holding the odd instrument, he announced enthusiastically, "Next, please enjoy the musical piece brought to you by Naberius—The Danube River of Blood!"
An eerie breeze abruptly rose in the stillness. The French horn began playing energetically. At first, the sound was delicate. There was a tinge of bloodiness in the aura that spread in all directions.
Gentle and strange, the melody sounded like the murmurs of lost souls. Then the horn suddenly jolted. It crescendoed and a melody flowed from thin air like a river. The