I Became the Leader of the Monster Circus Troupe

Chapter 57: Opening Ceremony of the Reversal (12)

Chapter 57: Opening Ceremony of the Reversal (12)

His alias, the Black Magician, had become quite tiresome even in the game.

The opponent is the Black Magician.

I heard you defeated the Black Magician once. Give up; no one can rival the Black Magicians power.

All the characters from the game were familiar with that nickname. At the time, it had seemed like he had built up quite a reputation.

However, that nickname had a clear origin. The mysterious figure who had attacked the Grand Prix circus in the past.

Bouvalle briefly mentioned the name and didnt bring it up again. It wasnt appropriate to talk about an elusive criminal during a opening ceremony.

The atmosphere definitely changed once that name was mentioned. The acrobats sitting on the terrace looked different, their eyes filled with fear, sadness, and hatred alternating on their faces.

Bouvalle must have sensed the change in atmosphere, as he quickly moved on to the next stage after the opening ceremony ended.

Now, we have prepared a celebratory performance on our side!

As he gave the signal, the waiting orchestra began to play.

The Rose Windmill Cabarets specialty: the Cancan. Dancers in high heels took the stage, shaking their skirts vigorously to the lively music, extending their legs gracefully. The sight of dozens of perfectly toned, snow-white legs moving flawlessly resembled a flock of swans gracefully gliding across the water.

Every time the dancers legs were revealed, there were admiring gasps and whistles from the audience.

Wow, the ladies legs are amazing!

Hey, turn around here too, please!

Would you like to make a bet with me tonight?

The language coming from the gentlemens mouths was far from refined, but their expressions were more decent than their words.

There was no sign of discomfort on the faces of the spectators. What might be considered offensive outside was not harassment in this setting. Instead, responding loudly was a matter of etiquette.

If the audience remained seated while the dancers performed, they would be treated as uninterested individuals. If the audience didnt smile or throw compliments when the dancers made eye contact, they would think they were being ignored.

Ella had taught me the etiquette of the cabaret. Fortunately, our balcony seats allowed us to simply applaud in time with the beat.

Theyre all so beautiful, arent they? Anais said, and I nodded my head without hesitation.

I had been caught in this pattern several times before. If I responded positively without thinking, she would reply with something like this.

Then why arent you applauding, sir? Do you not know how to whistle?

But after waiting for a moment, the teasing I had expected didnt come. When I looked back, she was staring at me with a smile, her chin resting on her hand.

Why not? Its a great performance. Im enjoying it.

This was its own form of hardship. The sight of her smiling with her eyes was almost frightening.

I almost preferred how things used to be in the past.

At that moment, Bouvalle returned to the stage.

As he raised his hand, the dancers froze in place, the music faded, and the lights dimmed. A spotlight from below illuminated the ceiling.

All eyes turned upward.

Allow me to introduce the pride of our Rose Windmill! A singer who takes the night stage at the young age of 19! The Flower of Luz, Ivonne!

A pair of ropes descended from the ceiling. It was a swing.

On the plank suspended between the ropes was a woman with lush red hair, wearing a deep crimson silk dress that revealed her thighs, fishnet stockings, and a wide-brimmed hat that almost covered her shoulders. Below, her face was as white as snow, with provocative red lips.

When the spotlight shone on her face, there were gasps of awe from the audience.

Her beauty, perfectly adorned, was several times more stunning than when I saw her in the hospital days ago.

She truly is the Flower of Luz!

Ive been a member of her fan club for three years!

Wow! Ivonne! Ivonne! Ivonne!

The arrival of a true star representing the theatre was met with an extraordinary response.

Her name echoed throughout the hall.

With the audiences cheers, she began to swing around the hall, even though it was dozens of meters high. She casually crossed her legs and waved to the guests on the terrace seats, occasionally lowering her body with just her legs hanging on the swing.

Initially, some guests screamed, thinking she was slipping, but they soon realized she was skilfully bouncing back to her position, and they cheered in excitement.

Swinging down from the fourth floor, the rope gradually extended to the third, then the second floor.

Finally, she descended over the heads of the guests at the table seats.

Ivonne gracefully bowed to the entire audience, bending at the waist.

Enthusiastic cheers and applause followed.

With the main vocalists appearance, the real performance of the cabaret was about to begin.

The lights returned, and the band resumed playing.

The lively piano performance was a perfect fit for Ivonnes name as the Flower of Luz.

Anyone who heard that song would find it hard to sit still.

The secret is a womans greatest charm!

Tears are a womans most potent weapon!

Jewels are a womans best friend!

Most of the guests on the first floor stood up and started dancing. Even the dignified diplomats, who one wouldnt expect to enjoy such activities, joined in with some graceful moves. After all, appreciating the local culture of the host country might be considered a diplomats virtue.

The most eye-catching among them was Viscount Dosville, who had previously challenged Anais. With one of the dancers, he displayed an extravagant dance performance, keeping pace with her steps so skilfully that it was challenging for even the dancer to keep up.

It was clear that he was not a novice when it came to the cabaret.

From the lower floor, someone added harmonies to Ivonnes singing with a loud voice. There was no need to look down; that voice belonged to Minova the Rooster. He could produce a powerful sound without vocal amplification equipment. It was his specialty.

His singing filled the hall with a powerful resonance.

His performance was remarkable.

Despite this rude interruption into the main vocalists show, people couldnt help but admire his talent. Ivonne also pointed to the balcony seat where he was and gave him a thumbs-up, harmonizing with him.

Glancing at the adjacent seat, I noticed that Anais face no longer bore the melancholy expression.

She was now dancing along, shoulders bouncing, and even singing along with the music.

My heart felt a bit lighter.

As time passed, the atmosphere of the show continued to intensify.

On the first floor, there was hardly anyone sitting anymore.

Everyone crowded around the stage, enthusiastically shaking their bodies.

The orchestra, led by Director Yug Maroine, increased the intensity of their performance to the point where it seemed like they were throwing their instruments. Especially the skilled drummer wielded his arms as if possessed, almost tearing the drum apart.

Ivonne and Minovas voices grew louder with each repetition of the chorus.

In response, the dancing of the people became even more vigorous.

It was a worry that the building might collapse under the weight of their stomping feet and voices.

Just as the performance reached its climax, amidst this deafening noise, Anais approached.

At first, her words were barely audible, and I had to ask several times.

In the end, I had to press my face against hers.

Until our breaths touched each others faces.

Her face turned bright red.

Excuse me Ringmaster?

Yes?

She smiled cautiously at me and spoke.

May I ask you one question?

Of course.

Secrets are! (Secrets are!)

A womans! (A womans!)

Greatest charm! (Oh, charm!)

She hesitated for a moment before continuing.

If I had approached you with a kinder attitude

Tears are! (Tears are!)

A womans! (A womans!)

Strongest weapon! (Oh, weapon!)

If I had shown a better side of myself

Jewels are! (Jewels are!)

A womans! (A womans!)

Closest friend! (Oh, friend!)

Or if I had given you more

Even if my heart is revealed!

The secret still remains buried!

Would anything have changed?

I could tell.

This was her final question.

Even if my smile fades away!

Tears become even stronger!

I answered honestly.

With a smile.

No. I dont think anything would have changed.

Is that so?

Even if my beauty withers away!

Jewels forever shine!

With a thud, the performance ended.

It was followed by the thunderous cheers of the audience.

The lead vocalist, Ivonne, the chorus girls behind her, the dancers, and the entire orchestra came forward to greet the audience.

It took a few minutes for the commotion to die down.

Not only the theatre staff but also the audience were drenched in sweat and panting.

Everyone had let loose and danced wildly, so they were understandably exhausted.

People drank the beverages placed on the tables voraciously.

Uh, moving on there will be introductions of each circus troupe leader and sponsors

Bouvalle was almost out of breath as he spoke.

He stood in front of the performers and danced.

His obese body performed an incredible dance that did not match his appearance.

It seemed that the rumour about him being a professional dancer in his youth was not a lie.

With that body, swaying his hips and waist in various ways, he drew both admiration and laughter from the audience.

Looking around at the other balcony seats, everyone seemed to be preparing to go down to the first floor.

Lets go down too, Anais suggested.

Her smile seemed calm, though it was more like resignation.

Watching, I felt a sense of pity.

But I believed this was the best course of action.

The stage allowed me to go only up to TT0s ending.

I had 2 years and 4 months left within my time limit.

I didnt want my heart to be attached to a place I would have to leave anyway.

Because the moment of parting would be incredibly difficult and painful.

So, apart from trying to gain mechanical affection from the members, I made an effort not to attach myself emotionally.

There had been a lapse in the boundaries with Yurakne and once with Ella.

That couldnt happen again.

Should I console myself with memories of people I could never be with again and live a life of stagnation, or should I take a clear and thorough means to change my life?

I decided calmly to pull myself together.

Hehe, shall we go down as well? I said.

As we stood up, there was a commotion outside the door.

The owner of the loud voice was Porsche Grape.

If you get closer, I will use force!

The sound of people cheering and the sound of something being hit followed.

Porsche Grapes resistance didnt last long.

Soon, with a loud bang, the door opened.

Porsche Grape came towards us, breathing heavily.

Please come behind me, Master!

The group that entered through the door was made up of police officers dressed in blue uniforms.

They surrounded us, firmly holding riot batons in their hands.

Among them, there were faces I recognized.

Sabo, the young sergeant from the Luz Law Enforcement Unit, one of the Named characters who had appeared as a monster in TT2.

He looked at us with a triumphant smile.

You are under arrest on charges of luring, exploiting, and murdering a minor, he said, pointing his finger at me.

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