In a rural field,

At a campsite surrounded by travel carriages,

I was facing a group of monsters.

Huge, muscular 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.

Long, flowing blonde hair down to the shoulders.

A smug smile on his lips.

Familiar.

A face that was all too familiar.

There was no way I couldn't recognize it.

The Black Magician.

Frank Wonderstein.

The ringmaster of the Monster Circus.

The ultimate villain throughout the Tril Trilo Trilogy.

I had become him.

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