Leaning back in the theater seat upholstered in smooth velvet, William fully activated his Mad Brain, directly simulating the current theater's rehearsal effects. He quickly discovered all sorts of shortcomings.
A theater like this was more suited to conventional performances. It was still some distance away from a true Fear Performance.
Moreover, to maximize Social Phobia, the seating sections and chairs had to be redesigned.
He took out paper and a fountain pen and wrote down the shortcomings.
Once he started writing, he could not stop. The design drafts beside William piled up into a whole sketchbook.
"Let's stop here for today. I can't break my promise to the Natalie Sisters. This concerns the theater's future construction and development. Even when I take leave and go away, I can have people from the Acrobatic Troupe help keep an eye on things.
"I might as well take these drafts to Sister Flowers first and have them arrange for people to handle it."
William decisively rose and headed to the back kitchen, using his unique gold card to obtain permission to use it.
To perfectly recreate Red Oil Dumplings—and also to see whether his cooking skills had grown rusty—he applied to the head chef for a piece of Boss's Scalp Meat.
Looking at the time on his watch, William picked up the insulated pot and hurried back to the Acrobatic Troupe.
Unexpectedly, on the way back, a pair of black-and-white striped stocking-clad legs stepped directly onto William's shoulders.
"William, you came back but didn't even take the initiative to find me, huh? If I hadn't gone to borrow something from Uncle Gian today, I wouldn't have known you were already in the circus."
"You've grown quite a bit, Catherine."
Through their physical contact, William could sense that Catherine's Nightmare Essence had undergone