Chapter 89 – Funny Show of Circus (10)
Hehe! (Release!)”
The horned horse was tied tightly to the corner of the tent.
That thorough restraint smelled like a fucking crime. Like illegal poaching.
Hehe!Hee hee! (Release! Unleash me!)”
“Write.”
It’s fucking loud. If you go like this, people will come from around you. I approached him He couldn’t let go, but he had to shut up.
“That child, maybe a bicorn?”
Fran looked at the tied colt and said. Bicorn?
“I think that’s right☆ It has two horns.”
Listening to Frank’s words, Ralilura looked around the tent.
“Is there anyone inside? But that bastard bicorn, it doesn’t feel like it’s normal for you to purposely tie it up and leave it alone in a remote place like this?”
“I know.”
140% agree. The atmosphere was more creepy than necessary to assume that a rare animal was caught and is being detained separately.
“Let’s get out of here before we get caught up in something strange. There is no one here to ask for directions—”
─You saw a person? Where?
As I said that, I made an impression. It was because he felt the presence of people approaching the tent nearby.
‘Oh shit! Is it like this again?!’
Like last time, I don’t know why people keep coming in and out of hiding places!
But this time we couldn’t blame anyone because we were openly roaming around the circus! Impatient, I told the group.
“Damn it! Who’s coming! What to do Shall I hide?”
“Sue, you better hide!”
“But where?!”
“Find a place to hide!”
─Rumble! Rattle!
We searched through what appeared to be a supply warehouse. There was hardly any room to hide inside the tent!
Fran could fit in an empty oak barrel, but he and I couldn’t possibly fit in that little barrel called Lariru!
“Fucked! Hey Lalilura! Come on! It’s only here!”
Impatiently, I pointed to the half-empty closet. Lalilura was surprised as if it was nonsense.
“Yes?! Is that old closet?! I’m really sorry, but I don’t have the confidence to go inside and not scream!”
“It’s okay, so don’t talk and go in! I’m more senior than you in this field!!”
I opened the closet and went inside and pulled Lalilura in.
Inside, a reverse ᚲ (Kenaz) was engraved on the wall of the closet. I turned on the rune while thinking about the special activation conditions for ᚲ (Kenaz) I read in the book.
‘It must be a space isolated from the outside. It should be a space that does not move.’
This closet was in good condition. I put mana into the runes.
─Whiriririk! The rune glowed and the effect was activated. Green mana flowed around the closet. The magic worked properly.
“Done. Now you can’t hear the sound from inside.”
I said knocking on the closet.
The opposite ᚲ (Kenaz), which is activated in a space where the inside and outside are disconnected, functions as a ‘barrier’. It wasn’t a great effect. 〈 Silence〉 It’s because the usage conditions are stricter than magic and the mana fuel consumption is bad.
‘Still, it won’t be seen unless the closet is opened.’
I let out a sigh of relief at that thought, but when my breath touched my ear in the darkness, Lalilura trembled.
“Excuse me? ‘Self-proclaimed’ senior? Is something hard touching my million-dollar ass?”
Lalilura, who had been in close contact with me in her closet, suddenly called her bullshit.
“I can’t help but react as a man because I’m stuck with the cutest and most lovable me in such a small space, but isn’t this too harsh for me, a raw virgin who has never held a man’s hand in my life? Don’t you feel sorry for me for rubbing such and such areas on my body before my hands do?”
“You’re not. Even if you can’t hear cancer, aren’t you talking a little too much?”
“It has to be a lot, right? This is a serious situation! He didn’t even do a sweet chow and just rubbed it on his butt. There’s really nothing without a mood!”
“What the hell are you talking about? Have you finally tasted your hair?”
“Oh no! I’m perfectly fine! What are you thinking? Will the senior take the responsibility? More than that, it’s a request, so why don’t you do something like that that has been stabbing me in the butt ever since? It’s like that, so I push it with my body.”
“It was noisy. And the one poking your butt right now is the handle of my sword, so don’t get me wrong.”
“What is a sword? Are you proud of your size? Men really like sexual harassment like that. Your senior was also pervert. Disappointed.”
I really want to beat this bastard.
Following Alexandra’s advice, I was about to let her go for the night, but I stopped when I heard the tent door open.
[Can non-members come in here? Did you see Anasis sister’s barrier went wrong so far?〉
[Ah, that’s very exciting. You say you saw it because you saw it. It’s time for this hunchback year to work anyway, so you can stop by for a moment. Hey, isn’t it? Uh?〉
[Ugh! 〉
─Puck!
Sounds of beating people were mixed with the men’s conversation. The chattering me and Laliluru became quiet in an unusual atmosphere. The men spoke Romanian.
[Oh my gosh, doesn’t our horned colt still have pretty eyes flirting with us? Hunchback. Isn’t that because you didn’t cook the rice properly? Are you not able to lift Shidabari properly?〉
[Keep… !!〉
[Hey, hey. Small lose. If we go after that bastard, we’ll get scolded by the captain. Do you know how many years it took to make the hunchback?〉
[Thubeol. A girl and a kid have to fight to listen well. How am I supposed to educate her without punching her?〉
[You can do it like educating animals. Coincidentally, there are also two cubs that need training… Shall these beast bitches get whipped after a long time?〉
[Hick! 〉
The man giggling and laughing drew closer. I frowned at once and took Tabula’s mask out of my pocket.
I brought it because this circus troupe was a potential suspect, but they did a good job bringing it. It’s fine play, Nord this morning.
─Such.
I wore a mask Determined to expose his identity as Arthur Wayne to Ralilura, he spoke in Romanian.
[Larilura. Did you understand what they said?〉
〈 Of course. I guess the senior also understood that? 〉
〈I learned Romanian because of personal circumstances. Leave the guy in front. Don’t kill me.〉
〈Let’s try.〉
─Suddenly! As we finished talking, the closet door opened.
〈The whip for punishment was here— oops?!〉
Larry Lura ran in and smacked her long-haired Romanian. The long-haired gay asshole hit her chin and her eyes went round. As I watched it, I jumped at the anchovy in the back and stomped my stomach.
─Puck!
“What?! It’s rumbling?!”
The anchovy that was hit by my punches ducked down, and when I quickly went back and choked it, it passed out within 3 seconds.
Putting the stunned guy down in silence, I looked for the girl who was being hit by them.
〈 uh… ?〉
She was a child with a hunched back and a dent in her head. The incongruity of the pretty blond hair and the twisted waist made me twist inside.
As long as I heard the story, it seemed that this child was not born like this from the beginning.
〈 Shh. Little girl? Can you be quiet?〉
I knelt down in front of her and said, I took off the mask because it could intimidate me.
〈 Ah… ?〉
In my Romanian, the girl opened her eyes wide. This child would have come to Britannia and met the first person other than a circus performer to speak Romanian.
─Rumble!
Frank, who had been hiding in an oak barrel, came out to assess the situation. Fran looked at the two subdued men and the hunchbacked girl and held her breath.
“That is unfair… ! That girl, her body is full of bruises! What the hell are these people doing to such a young child… ?!”
“… Those aren’t the bruises you get from learning the circus. I thought I would know, but the Krysos circus guys are truly human scumbags beyond my imagination.”
Lalilura spat words of contempt at the fallen men. I made them quiet and asked the girl.
〈 Pretty lady. What’s your name?〉
To 〈, Rosanna… Yo.〉
〈 Yes. Rosanna. That’s a good name.〉
It was also a Romanian name. Is that where she came from? I spoke calmly so that Rosanna could feel at ease.
〈 Rosanna. Can you tell her story for a moment to her sisters and brothers? 〉
***
The child is said to have been born to a father who was a brewer in Romania and a mother who was a seamstress.
Her origin is Romania, and she says that one day she went to see a circus troupe in the city with her mother and father.
And she said that that evening she lay in bed and fell asleep, but when she woke up, she had left the city with the circus troupe before she knew it.
〈I got a small box as a bed.〉
Rosanna said.
〈 The box is narrow, so my body can’t fit in it, but I can close the lid by pushing hard. I sleep in that box every day. At first, I didn’t sleep well because I was sick, scared, and suffocated. But lately I’m used to it.〉
〈… How long have you been sleeping in the box?〉
〈 I don’t know. But winter has come three times. I’m young, so I’m in charge of chores, but there were only three seasons when it snowed.〉
3 winters. At least 2 years Rosanna said that she had been living in her little box for two years. I forced my teeth to grind.
It is said that in ancient China, there was a bad custom called foot-shaking.
In that era, it was said that small feet were a condition for beauty, so there was a culture of forcibly tying young girls’ feet to prevent them from growing.
Rosanna was in a similar situation.
A child growing up in a box, forced to bend down and limbs under pressure!
Such a child would grow up to be a deformed child like this Rosanna, with her back bent and her arms and legs twisted.
“Yes Yes? Now hold on! What does that, that, that mean?
When she heard the story told in the Romanian language, she was so surprised that Lari Lura stuttered her.
“You mean, Rosanna was kidnapped by the Crusauce Circus and she ended up like that? If that’s the case, then the kidnapping of her that is happening in Hays Bent can’t be—”
“Sorry, Lalilura. I’ll explain it all at once.”
I interrupted Ralilura. The dismay was perfectly understandable. And the anger that comes next.
But being surprised or angry can be done later.
〈 What about the other kids? Rosanna. Are there other children besides you?〉
I have 〈. Kelly. Dorian. Grace. Radi… But they all got sick and died. Right now it’s just Grace and Radi.〉
〈… I see. Sorry. It reminded me of sad memories.〉
〈 Eh. No.〉
Rosanna’s shy smile. As I looked at it, a white flame flared up in her chest.
The critical point of anger exceeded the limit at zero hundred and one second. To torment these innocent children away from their families? It wouldn’t have been enough to annihilate all these lunatic clowns.
I asked, gathering and suppressing my anger.
〈 Rosanna. Can you run away with us?〉
〈You can never run away.〉
Rosanna’s mood changed completely and she asserted.
〈 Anasis is a wizard. We are cursed and cannot escape from here. Even if you run away, Ananis will know where the bad boy is hiding. If you keep running away and get caught… Die.〉
〈 Rosanna.〉
I held the child’s twisted shoulder affectionately.
〈 There is no such thing as ‘absolute’ in this world. Anasis is a wizard, not a god.〉
Magic that pursues 100% no matter where in the world, in a barrier that can never be escaped? That’s nonsense.
‘I understand what Rosanna is talking about.’
It is probably because of that barrier that the three of us came here.
Perhaps it is the effect of ‘catching people leaving’. It was a barrier that could be created by carving magic circles all over the floor. Maybe that’s why the circus was purposely built in a part of the city instead of the Colosseum.
To catch the runaway slave.
‘So——even the magic that chases down runaway slaves has a trick!’
– Call!
I focused my magic on my eyes. I opened my eyes as if the blood vessels in my pupils were about to burst, and I found a sense of incongruity in Rosanna’s magical power.
Where are you? Rosanna’s body should have had an ‘imprint’ engraved on it. Through the imprint’s mana, Anasis must have noticed the children trying to escape or chased after them!
Just like how I carved a rune on Fran’s forehead the other day to chase his own mana!
‘Concentrate! Concentration!’
But it didn’t work out. Even though she raised her mana several times more than usual, Rosanna’s body did not show any discomfort.
Damn, is it my imagination? Is that bitch Anasis using a different method than this one?
That was when I gritted my teeth. Bicon, who was watching us, said casually.
“Hirrureung. Hee hee. (The back of the neck. Stupid.)”
“——Hilrrrr? (Back of the neck?)”
I stopped asking because it was a word that came through my consciousness in a state of concentration. When I asked in their own words, the bicorn gaped stupidly.
“Behind the neck? The back of your neck?”
Rosanna turned around. As Vicorn said, I carefully examined the back of my neck.
──There is. The flow of dark blue mana!
‘Is this the magic of Anasis!’
Discovering the traces of her magic, I brought Rosanna closer to Vicorn. Then, I asked the bicorn who was lost and was babbling about.
“Purruleunghee hee? (Is there a way to do it?)”
“Print. Sister Frank! The senior is talking to the horse! I must have been so mad that my hair got a little weird!”
No, shit
