They were once the employees of this amusement park—ticket sellers, performers, cleaners.
But Fenrir roughly "transformed" them with his alchemy.
Each clown's body is pierced by metal frames and pipes, with gears and pistons at their joints.
Their faces painted with bizarre colors, unable to change expressions even in pain.
"Hehehe... hehehe..."
They let out laughter like rusty gears turning.
The clowns slowly moved around the three of them, driving them toward the center of the amusement park with their bodies and laughter, like sheepdogs herding sheep.
"They... they still retain a trace of humanity."
Nari's voice trembled:
"Though twisted, I can sense the pain and desire deep within them."
Aselia observed the behavior pattern of these stitched clowns:
"Their behavior is very regular, as if executing some preset program.
It must be instructions left by Fenrir—to lead challengers to the designated place."
"In that case, let's cooperate with their 'performance.'"
