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1880s England, a time when the popularity of the circus was at its peak. Among the troupe members, the one who raked in the most money was undoubtedly the clown. A man of decadent beauty that could not be hidden even by grotesque makeup. With a single gesture of the clown, gentlemen broke into applause and ladies fell lovesick. Naturally, men aspiring to become such clowns were scattered all across Britain. Joseph was one of them. He had a face considered one of the best in his village, decent dancing skills, and a witty way with words, but he had no money. He lacked the funds to travel to London where the big circuses were, let alone the money to survive there, yet he ardently adored the profession of a clown. And there was one person who recognized that passion. Guest was a successful businessman well-known in London. Understanding Joseph's shining ambition more deeply than anyone else, Guest provided the funds for Joseph to go to London. Afterward, it was also Guest who sponsored Joseph so that he would lack for nothing while living in London, joining a circus troupe, and working his way up from the bottom. Thanks to that support, Joseph finally became London's greatest clown. The seven years that followed were the golden age of his life. The circus troupe began to tour not just London but all of Britain, and the love letters from young ladies that arrived daily were enough to fill large crates to overflowing. And just when Joseph was at the absolute peak of his life, Guest suddenly fell gravely ill and had to move down to a quiet countryside estate. Joseph did not hesitate. He immediately quit all his work as a clown and followed Guest. Everyone opposed it. The circus members, the ladies of London, and even Guest tried to dissuade him. But Joseph stubbornly sought out Guest's mansion. And he swore: just as you helped me in my most difficult time, I will not leave you alone in yours. That from now on, he would be a clown who dances only for you.