�Huh.�Black.�

A faint cry echoed through the training center.

* * *

A bonfire was burning in the deep forest of the underground mountain range behind the castle.

Sitting on a rock, Chagall looked at the dagger shining in the light.

The dagger pierced the palm of the other hand with a thunk, but the blade did not pierce the back of the hand.

As he slowly pulled out the dagger, the blade that had dug into the handle was revealed by the force of the spring.

A magic sword that cannot harm anyone.

It was the first gift Chagall received after joining the Grass Leaf Circus.

�The moon doesn�t rise.�

Looking up at the pitch-dark night sky, I suddenly remembered the battle a few months ago.

�It was dark like this even then.�

Margot Raphael, Archbishop of the Order of Carcis.

He was so strong that even he, who had killed numerous powerful enemies, could not guarantee his life.

-Wherever you go, the way back is behind you.

The words he uttered during the battle somehow became a will, but oddly enough, it didn�t leave his mind.

Perhaps it was because his words reminded me of a precious person who remained in my memory.

�Captain.�

It was 25 years ago, when Chagall was seven years old.

Abandoned as a baby without knowing who his parents were, he realized that he was different from others when he grew up.

nostalgia for the case.

It is presumed to be an extreme development of olfactory cognition that has been developed since the blind fetus, but at the time, it was just dismissed as being able to remember something better than others.

That�s why Chagall was able to accurately recognize the person even when the grassy circus troupe performing in the M�rchen kingdom came after two years.

�Are you performing from today?�

While the members were building tents in the meadow, circus leader Raiden, who was peeling apples far away, realized that a dirty little boy like a wild dog was standing next to him.

Raiden�s appearance with a hollow cow�s hair was so ridiculous that he didn�t even have to dress up as a clown.

�well.�Wouldn�t it be possible to perform a performance only when a few people gather?�

When Chagall hesitated to lead the conversation any longer, Raiden, who understood the child�s heart, asked.

�Do you want to see the circus?�

Chagall shook his head. JrNovels.com