CH 10.3

“…”

Yaba’s breath narrowed as he remembered the duty he had forgotten. Cha Yiseok, who stretched out on the sofa, tilted his head at an angle and looked at him indifferently. Cha Myunghwan’s wife only spoke softly, but did not raise suspicions. Cha Myunghwan was outspoken. The three pairs of eyeballs of different colors focused on Yaba at once. His mind turned blank. The medicine didn’t seem to work. Yaba scratched the back of his neck and his arm, avoiding his gaze. Cha Myunghwan intervened, gritting his teeth.

“Aren’t you going to start? Hurry up and show your skills as much as you provoke me!”

“It’s okay. Don’t be nervous and sing any song.”

Cha Yiseok said. Yaba bit his lips. He was told by Cocaine that a person on the verge of death needed quick treatment, and that a strong song with a high-pitched tone had an excellent effect. That was only for Cocaine, but he had to mimic it.

His head was as if he were being beaten incessantly. My heart was pounding as if it was going to come out of his flesh. He made a hasty decision in the midst of a hectic rush. One was placed in the empty left scrotum, and the other was placed in the right scrotum. It was a tired song but he had to fill the empty scrotum with something.

“Hey. Are you really going to sing or not?!”

Cha Myunghwan, unable to bear it, shouted. Heat rushed to Yaba’s head, and the worm that had slept between the folds of his brain stretched. It came through the blood vessels to the temple and to the auricle. That! It whispered in his ear. Yaba pulled one out of his left scrotum. He raised his chin and turned his head toward Cha Myunghwan. There was the sound of a violin scratching quickly from somewhere. He burst out a song from his neck. It was “Queen of the Night’s Aria”.

Der hoelle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen!

My heart is burning with hell’s vengeance!

Tod, und Verzweiflung, Tod und Verzweiflung flammert um mich her!

Death, And despair, Death and despair burn all around me!

The arrogant boy soprano broke through the veil and popped out. The explosive volume filled the space from his first breath, pulling his nerve cords taut. Cha Yiseok, Cha Myunghwan, and his wife’s eyes grew infinitely large. They were completely hardened to the point where you could hear them stop breathing. Cha Yiseok opened his eyes wide and slowly raised his upper body. Although the rhythm and technique were not in order, it was a voice that whispered sensually. The Queen’s screams dyed the gray air with blood and drove them to a halt. She bounced off a flashy staccato and jumped to the top notes.

Fuehlt nicht durch dich, Sarastroh Todesschmerzen, Sarastro Todesschmerzen,

Unless you inflict death pain on Zarastro with your own hands!

so bist du meine Tochter nimmer mehr. So bist du mein~~ meine Tochter nimmer mehr～

You are no longer my daughter! You are no longer my daughter!

Yaba took a cold breath into his lungs and sucked in more. One day, Cocaine told him the contents of this Aria. He told him that singing a song without knowing the meaning was blasphemy. Yaba snorted, but that was only for a moment. The Queen’s story captivated Yaba.

The Queen who rules the dark world has her daughter Pamina kidnapped by Zarastro. The Queen asks Prince Tamino to rescue her on condition that he marry her daughter. To rescue Pamina, the prince enters the temple of Zarastro and follows his path of asceticism.

However, Yaba discovered the secret of this opera. Zarastro kidnapped Pamina in the name of protecting her from the vices of the Queen, but he was lustful and greedy for Pamina. The Queen of the Night was jealous of her daughter’s beautiful youth and her strong lover.

The tense vocal cords gradually became flexible and warmed up. Back in those days, he entered a world where only his lyrics and his own voice were everything. He had no idea where this place was and for what purpose he had come.

Now the Queen comes to her daughter who is imprisoned in the tower and threatens to kill Zarastro. Zarastro, who defied the Queen and longed for the young daughter! The sword he gave the daughter was the Queen’s will. The will not to yield to her daughter’s beauty. The will that she desired for her daughter’s young lover. Youth is good and old age is evil. The greed of immortality was pure above all else. It was the Queen who wanted to be kidnapped by Zarastro!

Yaba concentrated the sound on his resonance point to reach his upcoming peak. He opened his throat wide and lowered his throat. Now it’s the Queen’s bloody climax.

Ah~ Ahhh~~ Ah~ Ah~~~

du bist meine Tochter nimmer mehr

You are no longer my daughter!!

The dazzling high-pitched sound that striked quickly was a desperate scream of metal rubbing against each other. A taut high-frequency wave was transmitted through it, peeling his hair and twisting his eyeballs. Ugh… ! Cha Myunghwan, who had a tendon sprouting from his temple, groaned. A greedy and vicious scream scratched his back like ice claws.

Cha Yiseok untied his shirt collar and wriggled his neck like a strangled person. A wave of eerie tones persistently choked his breath and became hazy as if he was on the verge of death. Cha Yiseok chewed his molars to make a squeaky sound so as not to be drowned out by that weapon-like voice. Both Cha Myunghwan and his wife were completely overwhelmed and distorted their expressions. The clear and transparent wave at some point became an angled ice pick and attacked the fatal puncture point.

It was the reincarnation of the Queen who burned the vengeance of Hell.

It was the voice of a demon that stole his soul.

alle Bande der Natur~ alle～ alle~ alle Bander der Natur!

All of nature makes sense! All natural strings!!

Wenn nicht, durch dich, Sarastroh wird erblassen!

If you don’t kill Zarastro!

The voice that pierced the sky soon became gloomy and muddy as if walking in the water. Then he rose to the top and played with extreme musical scales. Yaba held his chin up and clasped his hand tightly. It was the shape of a hand that held a sword. The feathers hanging from his mask shuddered as he vented his wrath. The vibrato, which reached its climax without moving an inch, was similar to a string instrument. A transparent string bounced back and ripped his body into several parts, and the explosive attack made his skin tingle. At the same time, an unknown heat surged from the bottom.

Yaba spit out poison until his vocal cords were ripped apart. It was the scream of an empty pocket. It was a cry announcing his own existence. The prince eventually bears fruit with the Queen’s daughter. The world of evil created by the Queen of the Night collapses and becomes the world of the sun. In his wedding dress, Pamina takes the prince’s hand and marches over his mother’s death. The scattering of pollen was the Queen’s blood and flesh. The march was the cry of the Queen. The white dress should have been worn by the Queen. Pamina, who stole everything from her, is garbage. Garbage that ridiculed the mother with her youth and beauty!

Hoert! Hoert! Hoert! Rachegoette! Hoert! der Mutersschwur!

Listen! Listen! Goddess of Vengeance! Hear this mother’s oath!

The vocal cords and intestines were heated with frenzy and seemed to melt formlessly. Before his voice could disperse, Yaba pulled out the Aria from another pocket. It was Lucia Lammermoor’s “Aria of Madness”.

Now that it’s all empty, it’s time to go back to space. To an infinite space that froze bones and flesh… Slowly, sobbingly, as if coming out of a swamp, he shed his lyrics in a slow, gloomy voice. It was a bloody and noble aria, the bitter madness of the bride who had his husband’s blood all over his body on the first night.

Alfin son tua, sei mio! A me ti dona un Dio. ogni piacer più grato mi fia con te diviso

del ciel clemente un riso la vita a noi sarà…

Finally I am yours and you are mine! God put it together. I am more than happy to share all my pleasures with you. God will send a benevolent smile to our lives…

The song was over. A time like billions of years had passed. A feeling of floating enveloped the body as if he had been to a faraway deep sea. Yaba’s face and shirt were soaked with sweat, and he was out of breath. It was painful in his neck as he drank his desperately boiling water at once.

Translator: misa