�then?�

Chagall, who slowly stepped back, suddenly kicked off the ground and tumbled with agility.

�Hoo?�

For a kid, he was definitely an excellent motorist.

�I want to join the circus too.�I don�t need money.�As long as you let me eat.�

Raiden, guessing Chagall�s life, made a pitiful expression.

However, it was difficult to join the team just by tumbling.

It was a fact that Chagall�s age, Tia, who mastered not only free acrobatics but also unicycle, ball rolling, and tightrope walking could tell.

�I�m sorry, but it�s something that needs to be discussed with the members.�It�s glamorous to look at, but it�s a very dangerous job.�

Chagall did not give up.

�It doesn�t matter if I die.�You die today, you die tomorrow, it�s just the same.�

Raiden, who watched the tears flow down his chin, motioned for him to come and held out the dagger he had been slicing the apple into.

�If you�re tired of living like that, I�ll take your breath away.�

It was later to find out that Raiden�s eyes revealed at that moment belonged to a perfect professional.

�����stab�I am not afraid of dying.�

Raiden, who was coldly glaring at the shivering child�s body, pierced his heart with a lightning-like motion.

�Kuk!�

A rough breath came out, but Chagall never moved.

Raiden, watching as he clenched his fists and held on, finally smiled and pulled out the dagger.

As the blade pushed out with the sound of a spring, Chagall, whose legs were weak, collapsed.

�What, what?�

�Are you surprised?�It is a magic knife.�

�Magic?�

Raiden demonstrated by pressing the tip of the blade with his finger.

�This is how the blade goes in.�But to trick the eye requires quick hand movements.�I mean like this.�

I held it in reverse and poked it into my forearm, making the sound of the wind as the blade moved in and out quickly.

�how is it?�Do you really feel like being stabbed?�

In front of Chagall�s blank stare, Raiden held out the handle of his dagger.

�Always practice.�The point is to stab quickly.�

Chagall�s head flashed. JrNovels.com