725 Heroes Monumen (2/2)

”I designed quite a few sets of actions and roars. However, Little Crystal picked this one on his own. He believed that it presented his 'gravitas' most.” Lucien chuckled.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and scratched her chin. ”I seem to have understood something from your laughter. The other few sets were certainly even worse than this one. After comparing them, Little Crystal felt that this was the best.”

Lucien smiled. ”The result of choosing is solely dependent on the design of options. Hehe. Isn't this good? Does it not suit Little Crystal?”

”It suits him very well!” Natasha also chuckled.

On the stage, the final battle was about to break out, and the princess' knights had recovered from their fear. They gathered around her and were about to charge with her.

The princess began to sing; her face both determined and gentle. A sweet and touching song hit everybody's mind with the music from the orchestra.

Most people would recall the beautiful things in the past when they were about to do something of critical importance, and when their lives were in danger, what they would recall were definitely the most wonderful pictures that they remembered best. It was obvious that the princess remembered the prince and their sweet and painful love.

As she sang on, most people who had similar experiences or looked forward to loving someone were captivated by the song. Ali looked at the curtain, his eyes hazy, as he pictured the girl in his heart and thought of the chasm between them. For a moment, he felt both sweet and miserable.

After one song was over, it was another piece. It was the chorus of the knights, warm and everlasting. It made the audience understand the meaning of ”protection”.

In the end, the princess sang loudly again and broke the warmth. There was a resolution in the breathtaking melody. They were determined to kill the dragon or to be killed by it.

A real dragon was lurking ahead, and the prince and knights fighting for their homeland were right next to them. Hearing the music from the orchestra that melted perfectly with the atmosphere, the audience shared the fury toward the common enemy. They had the sacred feeling to sacrifice for those who loved.

Such a feeling touched themselves and made Ali clench his fists. What was to be scared of if death could not scare them? Even the longest distance could be covered as long as one took the first step!

Wu!

The horn of charge echoed again, and the melody became intense and hasty, which made the nobles and the ordinary people who couldn't activate their blood powers clutch everything around them. Everybody felt that valiance and determination in a real charge.

Such music was something that they would never regret. The melody of charge echoed in their heart. In every act, they had discovered music that was more classic than the previous ones, but they finally realized that ”Charge” was the most central and classical part of the opera!

An intense battle began, and in the horns of charge, one knight fell another, and fewer and fewer people were left by the princess' side.

Finally, paying one arm as the price, the princess stabbed the dragon in his heart.

Little Dragon held his stomach and writhed on the floor in ”pain”, making the stage scrunch.

Clinging to her longsword, the princess looked around, only to discover that all her partners had collapsed and stopped breathing.

The melody changed again—wistful and miserable.

The princess raised her head slightly, and her mouth opened. A song that sounded like it came from the depths of the soul echoed.

”Heroes never die;

”They will only wither in people's memories.”

Banus shivered and sensed the shiver from his soul to his body. The sad but determined melody hit his soul precisely.

He couldn't describe the feeling. He only knew that the song astounded him so much that he completely forgot everything around him and was completely devoted to the world that the song built.

…

”Bury my bones, but do not set any monument…

”… For this prosperous city is the best monument for us!”

Tears quietly dropped from the corners of most people's eyes. The princess plucked her longsword and struggled to walk backward, leaving an unwavering and unbent back.

The curtain slowly fell.

”This is the best opera that I've ever heard. Nothing can be more amazing than it!” After a long time, Oliver congratulated Lucien in excitement.

Natasha blinked her eyes. ”I think so too. Lucien, thank you for your gift.”

”Right, what's the name of the last aria?” Oliver asked in haste.

Lucien replied with a smile, ”Heroes' Monument.”

It was not until then that most of the audience was finally really back to themselves. Intense and enthusiastic applause burst out in the Royal Grand Theater, in the squares of the cities large and small in Holm, and in the major cities in the other three countries on this side of the strait and on the north coastline.

Inside a library on the top floor of the Holm Royal Magic Tower, Hathaway was sitting at her desk. Before her was a water screen that displayed the scene inside the Rentato Royal Grand Theater.

Her whistle echoed in the room, but her singing sounded rather poor…