"Other than the core, do the other things in the circus affected by Infected Descent need to be dealt with as well?"
Shade asked again. Tifa considered it.
"If they do not make a move, we do not need to bother with them. Let us find the diviner. Miss specifically told us to focus on this matter. Perhaps she foresaw that the core of the circus's descent could have an enormous impact on what comes next. After all, she is a diviner. She might know something."
Shade, meanwhile, suspected that the Time Great Witch had foreseen Lust Edwardz's return.
The tiger's corpse was burned where it lay. Only after confirming that it had been reduced to ashes did the maids return to the circus camp with Shade.
After their brief departure and return, the camp had not changed much. The only notable thing was that the magician who had been practicing dart throwing on the low wooden stage was now facing backward with his head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, practicing his throws with his back to the target.
As for the target that had originally been hanging there, it had become a living person nailed through the torso and limbs by fifteen steel spikes. Judging by his appearance, he seemed to have been the magician's apprentice.
The boy, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, was fixed there in a ridiculous pose, standing on his left foot with his right foot raised, a red apple balanced on his right foot, both hands, and the top of his head. Matchsticks propped his eyelids open so he could not blink, and fine thread had sewn his mouth shut so he could not speak. He could only stare in terror at the backward-headed magician. Several flying knives were already embedded