I've had it up to here with my DT!
Won't you help me lose my DT (lose my DT)
I want to return home as a real man
(Can I help?)
The treasure I've kept my whole life is too saddening to bear (saddening to bear)
I've long since hoped to give it up to you
Since I crossed worlds and met you, we've hardly been apart
I dream every night, but not always soundly
I toss and turn as my Hyperion bursts into flames
How can I cool my fevered aura?
The closer we become, and the further we clash,
the more my Alma Gear rises for battle
Won't you help me lose my DT (lose my DT)
My right hand has served me faithfully, but now we must part (Farewell!)
It is decided; we shall no longer be apart (no longer be apart)
I won't let you go until our score is settled
(Tonight's the night!)
I will fight to lose what is mine
The marriage rituals continue for days upon days, and the Princess's stress continues to build.
To help the Princess blow off some steam, Kon and the others arrive at... Well, you're about to find out!
The fourteenth ritual,
eye drops from the second floor,
is complete.
Looks like we got through it without a hitch, Princess.
How do they keep coming up with pointless ritual after pointless ritual?
Seriously, what was that?
The hell's the point?
They're just hazing us.
We don't have a choice.
I've told you before.
These are rituals that have been passed down through the Jugglaburk family for generations.
No.
That excuse isn't going to work for much longer.
They come.
The three stray hairs that will bring about the end of the world!
J-J-Just a second there, Princess.
Why don't we take a breather?
Let's chat about—
Hey, Mariandel, don't you think the princess could use a change of pace?
You're right!
Princess,
why don't we go find something delicious?
We can nip all that stress right in the bud.
Sure, food is fine.
Why don't we go here today?
I've always wanted to try it out.
This is a karaoke place, isn't it?
Looks like they've got everything.
This is a fantasy world, isn't it?
At least, this should have fantasy things, right?
How does this stuff even work?
L-Let's just pretend like I didn't see anything.
Mariandel, let's order something first!
Y-Yeah.
Hello?
This is the front desk.
We'll start with two beers, one lemon sour,
one oolong tea, and...
What would you like, Princess?
Hot water with ginger.
One hot water with ginger!
I'm sorry, but we don't have that.
Then get it and bring it to me!
Now!
Cheers!
Marian, food!
We need some food!
All right, let me order a couple things.
Hello?
This is the front desk.
I'd like to order some food, please.
Three hundred grams of shashlik, four orders of samosas,
a plate of sashimi, fried chicken, bread gratin, a plate of assorted pickles,
baked curry, whatever kind of fried rice you have, and...
Is there anything you'd like to eat, Princess?
Yellowtail collar.
And an order of yellowtail collar, ASAP!
That will take quite a bit of time.
Is that all right?
What part of ASAP don't you understand?!
A-All right, let's get the ball rolling!
Showtime!
So who's going to sing first?
The princess wanted to come, so sh—
Oh, me, me, me!
I'll go first!
What the hell's the big idea?
You must not make the princess sing.
Why not?
The princess tried her hand at karaoke once.
Since she's a perfectionist when it comes to singing,
she kept singing the same song for 72 hours,
citing reasons such as missing her cue, being off-key,
or that her breathing wasn't quite right.
I know about that.
You mean Tsukuyomi, right?
With that older brother?
We couldn't leave and had no choice but to stay and listen.
The machine broke down.
Seventeen people lost control of their bladders, passed out from low blood sugar, or became dehydrated.
Forty-six people required serious counseling.
There were members of the government and military in the audience,
thus the various branches were crippled.
The resultant damage took two months to repair.
Do you see, Kon?
We cannot let that tragedy repeat itself!
It's like a friggin' land mine.
Why's the room so tense?
What is this?
Is this some sort of microcosm of today's society?
This is definitely not about having fun anymore!
I don't like this song.
Pick another one.
No problem!
Just picking the right song is life or death!
What kind of karaoke is this?
Is this even karaoke?
This is totally not fun!
One, two, three, four!
My gender can't be defined.
My dynamite swings around freely.
Which part of me do you want?
The beautiful man?
Or the strongly built woman?
Which one do I want?
So this is what this is about.
It's not about singing a song you're good at.
It's about picking the song to best mock yourself with.
We're playing a sick little game to amuse the princess!
And, Mar, using both of your genders to sing a duet by yourself is too high-level.
Way to lay down the pressure on the rest of us coming after you.
Pressure
Wait a sec.
I got it.
This is a brand new form of torture!
I got them both, my body!
Wow, that's so you!
You're good at whatever you do.
Yo, Prez!
So, who's singing next?
You can't have silence when you're doing karaoke.
The songs gotta keep coming!
Ya hit the nail on the head, Kon!
And that's why yer up next!
Don't be an idiot!
I can't read your writing.
Besides, I don't know any of your songs.
Oh, yeah.
That's true, isn't it?
My apologies.
I should've realized earlier.
Nah, don't worry about it.
It's fine.
I don't mind.
I may not be able to sing, but being here with everyone is good enough.
So, who's next?
Round two. I, Sanglain...
am up!
Your eyes are looking at me so sweetly.
Damn, this is painful.
This is too painful to watch.
He did pick the perfect song though.
I get that you can't do this sober,
but it's still a betrayal to some extent!
How dare you retreat into alcohol's loving embrace and leave us out here to die?!
Just how irresponsible can you get, old man?!
Tell me...
I mean, I'm really grateful for not having to sing and all,
but what's going to happen after this?
Huh?
What?
Those?
Are those tambourines?!
That's it.
I see it now.
I can't let my guard down just because I, personally, am safe.
I need to to pour everything I have into this karaoke contest from hell!
This is the only way to make sure we'll get out of this together.
Here I go!
I'm going to wail on these tambourines
like my life depends on it!
Cat cat, meow, meow, meow!
Fluffy, fluffy!
Fluffy, fluffy cats!
Please hit me.
What's that?
The people next door are too loud.
I'm gonna go say something.
Gustave, wait.
We're all here to have some fun.
Let's not spoil it for everyone, all right?
How 'bout you stop talking into the mic?
It's pretty annoying.
Leon's right, ya know!
We're here 'cause we wanna put a smile back on Sir Erec's face!
Right, Sir Erec?
There, there.
They still got like, four rituals left.
KT, hands off the man!
You're creepin' me out!
Shut it, kid.
You shut it.
Whadya say to me?!
Just stop talking!
But really, how long are the bigwigs gonna keep pretending we don't exist?
I don't recall hearing we were coming to complain or be solemn.
As far as I know, we're here to eat, drink, play, and forget all our worries.
Am I wrong?
Damn you, get your face from that mic!
You're totally right, Leon!
Right, Sir Erec?
Sing a song, please.
Sing for m—
Who will be singing what for whom?
Fine then.
May I have your attention?
I, Variation, will sing "Everything Is Mine."
Everything that is in this world belongs to me.
In this world—
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty-cat, meow!
I guess we kinda made it through.
Huh?
Well, well.
It looks like they have a scoring system here.
A scoring system?!
All right, beast.
Sing.
I've never really done karaoke before.
My lungs are tiny too...
Roger!
M'pleasure.
Ya know, I might not look it, but I love ta sing.
People love ta talk 'bout me at th'mall.
Ta tell ya th'truth, I'm always hummin' a ditty ta m'self.
Even when we were journeying togeth—
High score is eighty.
Get less than that and you'll be tossed into the stew.
This is an official order of the 36th princess of St. Piria, Ecarlate Juptris St. Piria.
It's a death sentence!
Marian.
Yes!
We need a stew, pot and all!
Yeah, no, that's not gonna happen.
Less talking, more stew!
We'll pay you whatever you want, maggot!
All this time, I always wanted him to die,
but now I kinda feel sorry for him.
I'll be behind you all the way, Pet!
You must not do that, Kon.
Huh?
Why not?
If the mic picks up any background noise, it'll deduct points for that.
All we can do is sit back and watch.
Just watch and pray.
Why does he know so much about karaoke?
No, wait a moment.
It's a tiny man, right?
A tiny little man is gonna be scoring him!
It's starting!
He's put his life on the line.
This is it!
Beasts don't speak, they lead by example.
I've tried saying something like that...
This could work!
His voice is a lot better than I thought.
And it looks like the song he picked fits the discrepancy between his looks and personality quite well.
This could work...
He hasn't made any obvious mistakes so far,
but you can tell that he can't relax with his life on the line.
If he could just overcome that...
...adoring things that don't exist...
It looks like he got over his nerves.
Maybe the extreme stress is making his body release tons of adrenaline.
Still, that's going in the right direction.
Pet, stop, you idiot!
Don't flex your muscles now!
Careful with the ad-libs!
You don't want to add anything about the second floor or arenas!
Floor two! Arena!
The scoring system doesn't judge singing power.
As long as you sing each note exactly on key for the right length,
you'll get a high score.
If he keeps this up...
...he's definitely stew.
Y'all're th'best!
Dang, that was fantastic!
I could get used to this.
I'll carve that into your grave stone.
Huh?
What do ya mean?
Was it bad?
I messed up?
Don't worry.
We'll take care of the stew and savor it for you.
It's the least we can do for our little friend.
Here.
The score.
Oh no!
Good job, Pet.
Looks like you just made eighty points.
C-Congrat...
Congratulations.
Really?
I might be mistaken, but that looks like sashimi to me.
Oh, stop playing, Princess.
It's not sashimi, red meat, or white meat!
It's clearly eighty points.
You're so silly.
Mar, do something!
Oh no, my hand slipped!
I'm so sorry.
I'm such a klutz!
Ha, looks like you got lucky, beast.
Ah, that was fun.
That was great, Sir Erec!
Uh, I didn't actually sing.
You put like, your whole heart into it, yeah?
I'm so touched!
Actually, I was singing, and I didn't put my heart into it.
Hey, Leon, we're outta the booze!
Call for more!
More!
Why are you telling me this?
Just order some yourself.
Damn you, stop with that mic!
Hey, stop!
Let go!
I told you to let go!
Let go! Let go, dammit!
Stop! Stop!
'Kay, I dedicate this next song to Sir Erec!
I'm always looking at you...
I'm going to the bathroom.
I want to sing!
I won't fail!
...protein technology.
I see.
Try ordering it.
Yeah, that might be good.
Hold up!
If you ain't singin', put the damn mic down!
What are you talking about?
You can't be at a karaoke without a mic!
Again, enough with that damn echo!
Totally!
Jeez!
You people are pathetic.
Says you, Captain Underpants.
Come again?
You sayin' I can't sit in my underpants?!
Fine, go ahead and show off those slivers of fat you call muscles.
Size isn't everything.
What's important is the quality!
Guys, stop it.
If you have time to fight over nonsense,
you should get drunk on my beautiful voice instead.
Here it goes!
Master Gustave on stage!
You stripped too!
Sweet, bad dream—
No.
This isn't torture.
This is...
This is hell!
That's when I realized...
There's no reason why I should walk back into hell on my own.
Nothing wrong with getting lost or being hit with amnesia once in a while.
How happy will I be if I go home early and get into my bed?
Yeah, I should head home.
Home, where there's no karaoke...
Obey!
Submit!
Total obedience!
Obey!
Total obedience!
Obey!
Total obedience!
Obey!
Excuse me, we're closing now.
Well, how should I put it...
I'm glad it's over.
The golden balls I've lost are never coming back
But my lost confidence, that I will find again
In the end, what drives me on
is only my own heart
Emotions start welling up in waves
There's only one way to stay calm
Let's go!
Excuse me, we're closing now.
There's something I want to lose
Excuse me, we're closing now.
Next Time
The day is finally here.
The princess will spend her first night with Jugglaburk.
Right now the princess is...
The princess and Nabokov are finally getting married! Kon can't get any rest because of the "first wedding night."
Actually, is stuff like this even allowed?