In a rural field,


    At a campsite surrounded by travel carriages,


    I was facing a group of monsters.


    Huge, muscr beings with horns and tusks.


    Living skeletons.


    A woman with six arms.


    A giant wrapped in bandages.


    Twins with three heads each.


    A dwarf with a missing head on a long neck.


    As I looked at them, they averted their eyes and bowed their heads.


    When I spoke, they closed their eyes tightly and trembled.


    As I took a step forward, they stepped back.


    They resembled herbivores facing a predator.


    They were afraid of me.


    To them, I was the heartless devil ringmaster.


    In the end, today too, I couldn’t approach them and returned to the carriage.


    "Sigh."


    As I sighed, the man in the mirror also sighed.


    A lithe and well-built body, towering height.


    A face that seemed carved from marble.


    Short, dark hair .


    A smug smile on his lips.


    Familiar.


    A face that was all too familiar.


    There was no way I couldn’t recognize it.


    The ck Magician.


    Frank Wonderstein.


    The ringmaster of the Monster Circus.


    The ultimate viin throughout the Tril Trilo Trilogy.


    I had be him.