While singing at the bow of the speedboat, Gringore looked significantly different compared to his usual demeanor. He was maintaining perfect control over his breathing as he sang along with the bewitching magical voice.

In addition, he was an outstanding singer.

His voice was near perfect, and he sounded like he was singing using a microphone. His voice had a strong charismatic depth to it while sounding extremely gentle and soft at the same time.

It seemed that he didn’t earn his titles in vain.

It was undeniable that Gringore’s voice sounded great, but Siegfried couldn’t understand why the scribe was suddenly singing.

‘Why is he singing all of a sudden…?’ 

Siegfried wondered. He deduced that Gringore was also under a status ailment.

No, he looked like he was in worse shape than Siegfried. 

He looked like he would collapse at any moment now. The blood flowing down from his nose, ears, and mouth had formed a puddle beneath him, and his skin turned paler and paler by the second.

Despite all that, he continued singing the melody as if he was hell-bent on completing the duet with the bewitching magical...