"So something like that happened to little Laplace..." Luigi muttered under his breath. "Sunshine Circus? They actually dared turn cute little Laplace into a rabbit? That doesn't sound sunny at all."
"You don't need to concern yourself with her affairs," Laplace said with a frown.
Yet Luigi seemed not to have heard Laplace at all and continued muttering to himself. "Come to think of it, this sounds like excellent material. A circus named Sunshine, while its innards are filled with filth and darkness. The clowns perform with all their might, their ludicrous antics laughably absurd. The fortune-teller who claims to bring happiness actually harbors a maddened demon in his heart. The beast tamer who smiles so warmly on the surface has a hobby of turning people into little animals. She takes out all the little animals and toys with them as she pleases, even putting them on perilous tracks to perform... Right, a circus so full of schemes and malice definitely can't lack those bloated, pig-like spectators, fat-headed and big-eared, their brains stuffed with grease..."
The more Luigi spoke, the more excited he became. It was as though he had already conjured up a heinous circus reeking of evil and money in his mind.
The more Angel listened, the stranger it seemed. Was he... talking about Sunshine Circus? Where had he gotten all that information?
"Don't mind his nonsense. He's merely draped the scenes he imagines over Sunshine Circus," Laplace said flatly. "He's wanted to write poetry exposing darkness for a long time."
"According to him, his greatest wish is to write a poem exposing Miracle Creatures who seize power and toy with their people."
Angel said, "...Miracle Creatures? Seizing power? Toying with their people? That's far too belittling of a Miracle Creature's breadth of vision..."
"Breadth of vision? What