Circubit // TPC

(The story is complicated, it's a real circus, but let's put it this way: it wasn't Circus that stole the crown, but his alternate personality, please don't confuse it.)
The night, the dark gloom, barely concealed the tall building with its beautiful domes, but it was hardly noticeable at night, and Circubit wasn't as concerned with it as he was with the interior of the kingdom itself. Approaching the doors of the opulent building, he slowly pulled the handle, his fingers released the door, and he entered. Father Iris's guards were light, so he easily entered the brazen building, where he began searching for the luxury he sought—that very crown. Wandering and shuffling his roller skates, he accidentally stumbled upon what he sought—pure gold, a bright decoration on a burden. It seemed he was about to go mad and take it for himself... such luxury was unavoidable for him to miss in his thieving clutches, so he seized it without hesitation, but the joy on the thief's face didn't last long. Something pierced the infected shape's body, causing him to feel so sick that his legs gave way and his mind refused to hold on. Blood trickled down his body, settling and forming a bright pink puddle. Managing to turn his head, he met the King's gaze, clearly displeased and angry at Circubit... for theft, for such impudence... and for such a thing—only execution. He ordered the guards to drag the thief off to prison, despite his beatings. Look, it's his own fault. He'll heal before the wedding.

I... always wanted to ruin my ex-friend's life, including his father's. Both are idiots, both will achieve nothing, both... both!!
It doesn't matter, in any case, I will achieve my goal, take the luxury and escape while I have the opportunity.