I Became the Leader of the Monster Circus Troupe

Chapter 165: Demon in the Bottle – 4

Last Saturday, Maya lost control of her magic for a moment.

As Wonderstein and Reyna embraced each other on stage, telekinesis went haywire.

As a result, the cake decorations they made fell to the ground and got ruined.

Seeing the effort go to waste, Reynas face turned into a frown.

A perverse satisfaction arose in Mayas heart.

Of course, it was something she shouldnt do to her respected mentor.

Moreover, her action led to another embarrassment.

She felt remorse for her actions.

Maya analyzed the accident and her behavior objectively today.

The result made her realize she was caught in a shallow Papiflux.

Papiflux, also known as Whispering of the Mind of the Master Cinepecus, was another name for it.

Cinepecus was known to appear when practitioners sought enlightenment, whispering distractions into their ears.

People called it Papiflux.

He was a lover of gossip, rumors, and fame.

He enjoyed murmurs of unproductive, emotional, blind, and irrational nature.

On one hand, she was ashamed of her behavior.

Yet she couldnt escape it.

It was the essence of Cinepecus and his limitation.

So, he envied those who attempted to surpass his limitations.

Religious seekers and scholars pursuing new truths were his targets.

He whispered into their ears to lead them astray.

Rumors.

Baseless suspicions.

Irresponsible gibberish.

Seductive instigations.

There was no room for it in a straightforward pursuit.

The religious could dispel it through meditation and scholars through logic.

But it wasnt easy.

Papiflux was the cause of scholars losing their minds when faced with challenges.

Maya revisited the cause of the outbreak of Papiflux within her.

There was no need to ponder for long.

The answer came quickly.

Wonderstein.

He was the key.

She found a way to fill the empty canvas of her mind.

The one who offered a torch in the darkness she wandered.

By entrusting her heart to him, she could realize Wally.

She didnt know if she could go further by entrusting her heart to him.

But there were too many obstacles on that path for her to endure.

It was annoying that he had an interest in other women.

It was annoying that he didnt show interest in her.

It was hard to see him smiling at other women.

The emotions she had to endure in the process of filling the canvas of her mind were painful.

For her, pursuing perfect logic, it was an unpleasant dissonance.

Id rather not have such feelings at all.

What was the reason she gave up on illusion in the first place?

Because of the parts that couldnt be understood by logic.

Those feelings, which were nothing special for ordinary people, were poisonous to her.

She could be visited by Papiflux as she is now.

The devil envies the hatching bird. The devil whispers to the bird. The outside world is scary, you cant fly, the egg is precious. The name of the devil who makes the bird trying to be born return to the egg is Cinepecus.

The philosophers words came to mind, saying not to fear the devils whispers and always move towards the truth.

But Maya decided to return to the path she had been walking rather than recklessly challenge the mystery.

The new world she faced was too unfamiliar and dangerous for her.

Yeah. Lets give up selling mysterious things.

Let the illusion of Wally go away.

I dont need that.

Ill just go forward with pure logic.

Nyaaaaah!

Deeply into the heart, she stuffed the complaining cat.

However, within a few hours of making up her mind, her determination wavered greatly.

After visiting the factory, the next day, she decided to leave the villa early in the morning.

The puzzle on the floor of Tettromino Plaza.

It was to grind her mind with a logical task that suited her.

She went to find the directors bedroom to greet him as usual.

Youre leaving a little early today?

I have something urgent to attend to. Are you okay, sir? You slept longer than usual today.

Wonderstein seemed to have just woken up, sitting on the bed with the blanket wrapped around him.

Yes. No problem. Just a bit tired from yesterdays work. Are you going to Tettromino Plaza again today?

Yes.

Maya scrutinized his bed carefully.

The atmosphere emanating from him was different from usual.

He, who always dressed neatly in a suit and awaited her, was now tossing in bed in his pyjamas.

Her eyes, trained to grasp three-dimensional forms, were sharper than anyone elses.

The shape of the blanket covering him seemed odd.

The blanket was drawing curves that his body couldnt create as usual.

Maya could recognize it immediately because she had always observed Wondersteins body whenever she had the chance.

She even sensed a slight movement in the blanket.

It felt like some big beast was wriggling inside.

But she couldnt continue her observation.

Alright then. Have a good day.

Because he had waved her away.

Maya glanced at the inside of his blanket for a moment and nodded her head.

It was something unrelated to her.

She gave up exploring the mystery.

She decided to clear the canvas of her mind.

To go back.

To her original logical self.

But it was hard to stop one part of her brain from rambling.

Maybe that wriggling thing in the bed might be a physiological phenomenon that men experience in the morning.

Ive never seen it before. Is it supposed to move like that?

The movement of the blanket.

Could it be that its directed at me by the director?

Maya almost groaned.

She quickly greeted him loudly to hide the crumbling of her expression.

Ill be on my way then.

With that, Maya left the room and closed the door.

She took a deep breath to calm her trembling heart.

As she organized her thoughts and took a step forward.

A bolt of lightning struck her mind.

It could be described as the foot of audacious imagination.

Because of yesterdays shock, that person suddenly emerged in her imagination.

Dad, I love you!

Reyna Maguire.

She shouted that she loved him while being embraced by the Director.

Her two arms wrapped around the Directors neck, and her two legs held onto his waist.

And her lips touched the directors cheek.

And then, another scene came to Mayas mind.

Of course. I look forward to the future. Youll become more mature in about seven years Hehe.

The Director smiled as he looked over Reynas body.

Her head began to spin.

A three-dimensional space within the blanket was depicted.

Reynas body was wrapped around his.

The shape exactly matched the one she had seen in the blanket just now.

Forget. Forget it.

Dont imagine things randomly.

Dont get swept away by emotions.

Because it leads to confusion.

But despite her inner plea, her mind pictured two people lying on the bed, their lips locked in a kiss.

At that moment, her hand was opening the lid of the Transparent Paint.

Name: Transparent Paint

Target: Surface of an object

Effect: Generates paint that makes the target transparent. Duration depends on the concentration of magic.

Required Resources: Mayas Favourability x30, Magic Power

The new tool she received at Dvalchep.

It was never intended for such a purpose.

But she painted her entire body transparent with psychic power.

Its for seeking the truth.

To dispel doubts in her heart.

Completely transparent, she quietly approached the door.

Voices could be heard from inside.

Haah, haah.

This must have been quite frustrating. But if we were caught, it would have led to a big misunderstanding.

It wasnt hard to guess who was under the covers.

Her intuition was correct.

The voice belonged to Reyna.

But what really bothered her was the manner of the Directors speech.

He always used honorifics even to those much younger than himself.

It was disappointing even for her, who he treated as his disciple, but she thought it was just his way.

But he was using casual speech with someone else.

It was the first time she heard him address someone so familiarly.

Oh, I understand Ill, Ill go to my room.

Sure.

Reyna stepped out of the room.

Her pajamas were soaked with sweat.

Maya stared blankly as she watched Reyna return to her room.

Why?

It hasnt been long since they met.

Why is she in the Directors bed?

Drenched in sweat.

A man and a woman.

Why?

In pajamas.

Its obvious.

No way.

No way.

No way.

Did they spend the night together?

Did they sleep together?

She shook her head.

It couldnt be.

Didnt the Director just say that there could be misunderstandings?

Yeah. Misunderstandings.

Thats right.

She went to find the director early in the morning and hid under the bed suprised when she entered.

However, suspicion once ingrained did not easily leave.

She spent the whole day staring at the tiles in the square, lost in thought.

No developments or logic came to mind.

Just scenes she witnessed in the morning and scenes supplemented by her imagination kept coming back.

The sight of two people rolling naked in bed whispering love to each other.

What troubles you, young lady?

The elderly caf owner had the discerning eye and hospitality skills befitting her experience.

She sensed a change even in Mayas emotionless demeanour.

The caf owner recommended a light drink mixed with vodka, and she spent time sipping it absentmindedly.

She returned to the villa that night, applied transparent paint to her body, and sat in front of Wondersteins door.

I must have seen it wrong.

Definitely.

Ill prove it.

The directors innocence.

So she guarded his room all night.

The next day, she was satisfied despite having a fever and feeling dizzy.

That girl didnt even go near the directors room.

Relieved.

It was a misunderstanding.

Thank goodness.

Shell go back tomorrow.

Nothing serious will happen.

So she slept all day in the villa.

It was all because of the strain from the day before, both mentally and physically.

She woke up well past 11 at night.

Instinctively, she grabbed her clothes and headed out of the room.

It was to confirm one last time.

She headed towards the directors room.

And she heard whispers even scarier than from Cinepecus.

Reynas voice was clearly coming from the directors room.

She listened intently, but couldnt make out the content.

It seemed like they were speaking softly because it was night.

What on earth are they doing?

This woman.

Maya flew out of the building using psychokinesis after applying transparent paint to her body.

She entered the room through the bathroom window.

Reyna finished speaking and was bowing deeply in front of the director.

Maya approached the two stealthily.

She saw Wonderstein leaning close to her ear.

What will the director say?

Tell her to stop whining and go back to her room?

Then, an unbelievable word shook her ears.

Undress.

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