What's this?

I could have guessed Mozart had become a god.

Mozart—called a prodigy at three, composing at five, writing violin sonatas at seven, a symphony at eight and an opera by twelve.

He composed 628 pieces in his lifetime. If he didn't become a god, who would?

Almost everyone educated anywhere in the world knows Mozart's name.

He left a huge mark on human history.

But I never imagined he'd been reincarnated.

"He's only been a god for two hundred years and he's already been reborn? Did something happen?"

Except for those forcibly thrown out of the Divine Realm, most gods were satisfied with their divine lives.

No—they fought desperately not to fall to the human world or go back on the wheel of rebirth.

Mozart especially, once past his childhood, had lived an unhappy life.

He'd even been separated from his first love because of his father.

The public's interest faded fast, and between the slander of the composer Salieri and his worsening relationship with the archbishop, he barely scraped by.

Of course, that was also the period that gave birth to masterpieces like The Magic Flute, but it was never smooth.

Mozart was at fault for a lot of it, too.

He was a man who couldn't do anything but music.

And the way he chased women...

His death was empty, too.

He got a pauper's funeral, and it rained so hard that no one could follow him to the burial ground.

Nobody even knew where his grave was, so his wife, Constanze, couldn't find his remains.

And now I was hearing he'd been reincarnated.

"Then, besides Mozart, who..."

Fwaaash!

Before I could finish, light exploded fiercely.

Someone who'd been waiting for me.

They'd seized the opportunity quickly.

♪ Ttiring ttiriri ttiririring~ ♪

Oompah, oompah!

The moment the light vanished, the first thing that hit me was a bright but tacky tune.

I heard strange, unfamiliar instruments of the kind that played on the streets in my father's day, or in old tearjerker movies.

"Where... is this now!"

A big performance tent stood on a barren, empty…