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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