The path from the hotel to the theater was packed with people.
Even though it was the middle of the day, the carriage struggled to maintain its speed due to the sheer number of people.
Eventually, it slowed down even further, to the point where walking might have been faster.
As I worried whether we would arrive on ti, the carriage suddenly picked up speed again.
This was because the police had set up barricades from City Hall to the theatre to secure the entrance.
Was this what it felt like to race down a clear road after being stuck in traffic?
The coachman inford us that we would arrive in three minutes.
As the estimated arrival ti was moved up, the inside of the carriage grew bustling.
Anais received help from her maidservant to adjust her hats decoration, Ella straightened her uniforms collar, and even Maya, who had seed indifferent to her appearance, combed her dishevelled hair.
I watched them quietly as they prepared.
I didnt need to put any effort into dressing up like they did.
Wondersteins physique was different from that of an ordinary human.
It always maintained its perfection without the need for bathing or grooming.
External invaders like germs and dust were naturally repelled by the skin layer over ti.
For , cleaning my body was nothing more than a ti pass.
The carriage stopped in front of the theatre, and the door opened.
A trendous wave of cheers and excitent washed over us.
If it had been the old , I might have been overwheld and unable to breathe in this atmosphere.
But the smiling man calmly attracted the attention of the crowd.
We walked to the theatre entrance under the police escort.
There was a red carpet on the ground and cabaret staff welcoming us.
Ella, Maya, and I decided to part ways here.
If you get tired of sightseeing, you two can return to the lodging first, I said.
The two of them looked at each other for a mont and then nodded simultaneously.
We would go together. You need to tell us what you saw inside, okay?
Ill wait for you.
Huhuhu, then lets et in four hours. Enjoy the sights.
You, on the other hand, dont cause any trouble. Dont pick fights with other circus groups or anything.
Ill do my best.
The two girls walked side by side behind the police officers.
It was fortunate that they seed to get along well.
When Maya first joined the circus, I had worried that her personality might not sh well with Ellas
But perhaps because they were of the sa age, they quickly beca close.
Ringmaster, may I request you to escort ? Anais blushed and extended her hand.
I had learned etiquette from the instructor she had invited over the past few days.
With a graceful gesture, I bent my waist and took her hand.
Huhuhu, of course. Shall we go?
My response seed appropriate, as she rewarded with a bright smile.
But was it just my imagination, or did that smile seem sowhat sad?
We entered the lobby together like that.
There, journalists from all over the world were taking photos and conducting interviews with the participants of the Circus Grand Prix, which had resud after a whopping 17 years.
Isnt this the competition that has been resud after 17 years? Its a great honour for to finally step onto the stage I admired it as a child. Qualifying rounds is not my goal. Im aiming for the championship
Soone arrived before us.
In the lobby, a deep, booming voice resounded.
I recognized the face.
It was Minova, known as the Rooster.
His bright red mohawk, beard, and the large black feather adornnt resembling a roosters tail were all distinctive features.
The man with an overly muscular upper body, who always boasted of himself as the manliest of n, was famous for his slovenly behaviour.
Journalists found his long-winded and loud speeches tireso. While he spoke, he continued to look around, clearly distracted.
During one such occurence, a journalist made eye contact with us.
He looked at Anais with wide eyes and suddenly exclaid, Lady Vergsong!
What?
Seriously?
Lady Vergsong?
The attention of the journalists quickly shifted towards us.
Minova, who had been conducting the interview, beca irrelevant.
The journalists urged us to step in front of the caras, and the event host quickly ushered Minova off the stage.
Minovas face turned as red as his hair.
He glared at with resentful eyes.
Well, everyone was already bored with you.
I averted my gaze from him and rembered the prepared lines.
Ella had provided them, just in case I made a mistake during the interview.
Most of the questions were standardized, so morizing them wasnt difficult.
Winning seems distant right now. Were just doing our best at the mont.
Is Ursus still your most admired acrobat?
Thats a secret. A magician cant reveal his tricks.
However, we hadnt prepared for any of the questions being asked now.
What is the exact nature of your relationship?
Are you really dating, as rumoured?
How did you et?
A barrage of questions from countless people.
Flashes popping everywhere.
The content of the questions was also completely unexpected.
I was quite flustered.
What? Anais and I dating?
What rumours?
The smiling man helped maintain my composure, but it wasnt helping on how to handle this situation.
This was a realm unrelated to ga strategies.
I stood there, smiling foolishly, but fortunately, Anais stepped forward to clarify the situation.
Today is the opening ceremony.
We wont answer personal questions.
We will create an official statent regarding the circulating rumours.
Soon, another participant arrived, and we were able to escape the press conference room with great difficulty.
Whats going on?
Her composed response was definitely not improvised.
She must have known this would happen.
She gave a sad smile, as she had earlier.
Ill explain everything in the room.
The opening ceremony took place in Rose Windmills Hall 1.
This was the sa place we had visited when Ella was in charge of the event.
Hall 1s seating was divided into two main sections.
The first was the ground floor tables, where you could watch the stage up close, and the second was the balcony seating on floors 2, 3, and 4, which offered a view overlooking the stage.
The ground floor was already packed with people.
These were the local dignitaries and patrons who had supported the Grand Prix.
The Grand Prix participants were assigned to the upper balcony seats.
As we were about to ascend the stairs, we encountered soone at the entrance.
Arent you Mrs. Vergsong the sponsor?
Lord Dosville.
A young man with dark, tangled hair approached us.
Given that he was addressed as Lord, he seed like a noble.
After all, how many non-nobles would be present here?
Well, it seems youve beco healthier. I dont see that nasty contraption either.
He looked at Anaiss body with slimy eyes, pretending to have a casual attitude.
Anais scowled in response to his gaze.
Lord Dosville, what brings you here?
Do you not know? I am a VIP custor at this cabaret.
Lord Dosville raised an eyebrow, his reaction and Anaiss response, as well as the expression on the driver standing behind him, all indicated that he was not particularly well-regarded.
But who is this gentleman?
He seed to have just noticed , and his expression was one of surprise.
He.He is the ringmaster leading the circus troupe that I sponsored recently, Mr. Wonderstein. This is Lord Dosville, who used to visit my mansion and provide with tutoring. Hes quite knowledgeable, as you can see.
Despite Anaiss teasing tone, he didnt show any signs of being offended. In fact, he chuckled.
He exaggerated his expression and expressed his pleasure at seeing .
Oh, to et the famous Mr. Wonderstein! Its an honour to et you! By the way, you truly have a remarkable presence. I can understand why Lady Vergsong is captivated. I heard stories about yout! Haha!
He intentionally raised his voice to attract the attention of the people around us.
Clearly, he was trying to provoke such reactions.
[The reputation of the circus troupe has dropped by 2.]
Darn it.
Between one and two weeks, the reputation of the circus troupe had plumted.
I initially thought it was because we hadnt perford for a long ti, but it seed that the rumours were the problem.
Reputation wasnt just about being talked about; it could also decline if the talk turned negative.
I could easily read the malicious teasing in the glances people were casting at us.
What the heck was that rumour?
Lets go inside.
Anais couldnt bring herself to look at my face directly, or maybe she didnt want to, and she walked ahead of .
We climbed the stairs, ignoring the stares of the people around us.
Our assigned seats were on the fourth floor.
The cabarets balcony seats were similar to those in other theatres, but they had one unique feature: luxurious bedrooms were attached to the seats.
Oh the bedroom is quite lovely.
Anais said with a slightly excited voice.
A bed adorned with provocative red heart decorations, a makeshift stage for dancing, and in the corner, whips, gags, and collars for so unknown reason.
The entire place felt like a love hotel, with red lights and curtains everywhere.
We went out onto the balcony and took our seats.
From there, we had a view of the stage below.
On the table, there were several types of high-quality alcohol and drinks as welco drinks.
Do you like tea, Mr. Ringmaster?
Anais asked as she handed a glass of iced tea.
I accepted it but didnt drink. I just wasnt in the mood for tea, but Anais seed unable to figure out if I was annoyed.
Did you feel embarrassed earlier?
A little.
I replied with a smile, but it seed to make her even more uneasy.
She kept glancing at , hesitant to say sothing.
Her lack of confidence and hesitation was unlike her usual self. She was always confident, even when facing difficult situations.
I had also been through a lot today, and I didnt particularly like it.
But seeing her so dejected wasnt pleasant either.
I wondered what had caused her to beco like this.
She cautiously scanned my expression before finally getting to the point.
Actually, there have been rumours circulating recently. They say that you and I are in a relationship.
Her face turned red as she said it.
An embarrassed Anais.
Seems like he saw quite a spectacle today.
But I dont think thats the only reason.
If that were the case, our reputation wouldnt have dropped so dramatically.
Her attitude, the people making mocking remarks about us earlier, and the way people were looking at usall of it indicated sothing more.
I realized that there was sothing else going on.
She nodded.
I can guess who might have started the rumour.
She tapped her fingers on the glass and ntioned a na I knew.
Pierre Mopassan.
I didnt expect that na to co up here.
I chuckled bitterly.
Your uncle, huh.
The person who tried to kill .
Hasnt he been caught?
He seems to have escaped to so island in the Caribbean. There are over hundreds of naless islands there. If he goes there, its almost impossible to find him.
When I heard his na, I had a feeling that the quest that had ended differently from the original story had co back to haunt like a butterfly /CircusTL
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