Morning Call
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Night fell gradually after dusk. A beautiful voice echoed through the cells of the Judgement Tower.
"Oh, hit a horse, hit a hose, hit ah-oh-ah horse~" Someone sat in bed and sang lovingly at the bare wall, "Twenty-one horses, thirty-one horses, forty-one horses…one hundred and one horses but still not as good as hit~ a horse~"
The entire prison was immersed in this cheerful song. All criminals felt the beauty and hope of life. Repenting their sins, they could not help but shed tears, moaning in pain with their heads down.
"Charles, I'm going to kill you tomorrow!"
"Shut up! Stop singing!"
"Guards! Where are the guards? I'll confess, I'll confess! Make him stop!"
Finally, even Constantine could not stand it. He coughed awkwardly and cut off his singing. If he did not do anything now, the b*stard would be killed tomorrow.
"You seem happy, Charles… Uh, is there good news?"