"Nicolaf," Tyler said, his voice calm but cold as he stepped closer to the battered man on the floor. "I saw everything. How you were once a prisoner of the Federation… and how you later joined the Circus to hide."
The injured man's eyes widened in disbelief. It was the Ring Master—his extravagant clothes now torn, his pride shattered, and blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"You were after us this whole time?" he croaked. "Did you… collect information on the entire Circus?"
Tyler shook his head, lips curled in a faint smirk and showed Clown's Diary "Nah. Not at first. I found the truth in the Clown's room. His diary is fully twisted." Honestly, I wouldn't have cared if your pirate group hadn't turned hostile first."
Nicolaf's brows furrowed, his breathing uneven. "Impossible," he hissed. "I was monitoring the entire floor. Every corner. Every inch. I never saw you step foot into the Captain's room."
