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 Trilo Trilogy. I had become him.