3. Struggles of Ilalune

Lady Arudite's eyes immediately were drawn to Audrey's arm. In her defense, the golden sheen it displayed was hard to ignore, always commanding attention from all angles. Madoka had caught people noticing Her Highness as they walked by, but she did not know what to make of their eyes. Audrey's steps were unsteady at first though they gradually turned to full confidence from before. Ever since the teleportation disaster, she seemed as if she was were a newborn and looked totally lost over everything. She did not ask about the amnesia brought on by it, fearing that she would hear something extremely unpleasant as a result and figured they have gone through enough of those moments lately. Technically, this was their day off and Madoka swiftly found herself falling into idle mode again. Before she could fully hibernate, Lady Arudite's overly enthusiastic voice fawned all over her daydreams.

"House Dalion," she greeted them warmly. The Researcher's gaze fell upon Madoka first, lingered, then eventually returned back to Audrey's arm. That action was confusing to her, but she chuckled. "It seems that you always have something new whenever I see the both of you. Which of the Six Arms granted you this?"

The Six Armed Goddess, Madoka mused. She silently apologized to the kind goddess six times, five times for her arms used to heal her and now for this accidental transgression of taking false credit. Feeling Audrey's discomfort, she was quick to clarify.

"Uh, it happened last night when the Uracksheegal attacked," Madoka lied. It has been indeed active lately, but no victims have succumbed to the Walk and the city has been under stricter regulations. Only Adventurers were allowed out, but the patrols were thin. Arudite nodded, though it was obvious that she did not believe the maid. Still, the researcher carried on.

"Care to join us? Madoka and Lady Dalion?" She offered. "We're about to speak with Gromrak and it's so boring without Lady Dalion around."

Both Ilalune and Madoka groaned simultaneously.

"So what do you want to do, Madoka?" Audrey asked. This was uncharacteristic, but Madoka could tell that it was Her Highness's way of being considerate of her feelings. Why? Before she could stop herself from appearing to be too rude, she shrugged curtly.

"We can go with them," she acquiesced.

Later, she found herself at the door underneath the Truth Guild's giant telescope. Metal ballista bolts stood forlornly over that strange cylinder like the gemstone spikes of that massive Crystal Lizard. They were gleaming like warnings in the daylight and Knotting magic strands slowly decayed over time like golden leaves falling off branches during Fall. The musty smell of dust and knowledge assaulted her nose. Madoka did not feel pleased at the sight of book shelves surrounding the large displays of monster skeletons.

Arudite skipped along, unaware that Audrey seemed reluctant this time around. It was odd to Madoka how she was gauging how upset the maid would be at this time. Before she started to feel guilty, she tried to reassure Her Highness by giving a nod. A low hiss of disapproval came from behind her. It was clear to her now that there was someone who was not happy about the Nobles meeting together. Ilalune scowled back at her when she looked with fangs. Madoka nearly growled, but someone's hearty laughter came from the entrance of a room they were led to preventing them from fighting.

"I see our guests are getting along just fine!" Boomed Gromrack's voice over their disagreeing growls.

"Researcher Gromrak!" Audrey waved to him. The Terros man was indeed more jolly than that bastard Boss of hers. Madoka wondered how they were even a part of the same people.

"Your arm…!" Gromrak's toke changed to a more serious tone. He ushered them all to enter. "You couldn't have chosen a better time to enter the Discussion Hall."

Four entered one by one, two curiously and two reluctantly. The Terros lowered his eyepiece and inspected Audrey's arm, the metal click of its straps spinning as he zoomed in on it. Madoka shifted uncomfortably. A grunt rumbled from his belly an of as he appeared to be tracking something etched on her Golden Hand.

"Now we can finally say yer truly Godtouched. Your Arm…" he crossed his own arms as he repeated himself. "Is touched by the Divine. Where exactly did you get it from?"

"Uh," Audrey seemed flustered. Madoka sensed her gaze fall on her, mouthing for immediate assistance. She simply shrugged instead.

"It happened the night when the Uracksheegal attacked," Madoka explained. "When we were in our room."

"House Dalion, you're quite something," Gromrak stroked his beard with one hand and hefted his belly up with his other to sit down. After some contemplation, she had no idea why he did that. "One has the attention of the Godtouched Lady Fate and the other is Godtouched herself by—" He leaned forward over the desk, his beard drawing an intersecting line of sweaty hairs against its wood grains. "The Stars, perhaps."

After noticing the pair looking back at him with equally perplexed faces, Arudite spoke up.

"When one is Godtouched, their bodies begin to reflect the kind god's physical presence in this world," she explained. Madoka thought little of what the researchers were talking about, but Audrey was extremely keen on understanding the concept. "Meaning, that kind god has direct influence on their body in order to exact their will upon the land. We cannot say for sure if it's the Child of Knotting Stars or the Six Armed Goddess, but… Being Godtouched will only mean one thing."

"W-What thing?" Madoka's voice quivered when she realized that the arm and the Golden Hand of Audrey was directly from her Crystal. It was too difficult for her to understand. Did it mean that the Crystal was a kind god? If so, then why would it be living inside of her? She clearly understood that there was now more than just a simple slave-Master bond between them now, and last night she felt something like energy passing out of her directly into Audrey's hand when it sunk into her Crystal's Core. There was also the matter of the whole "Holy One" thing, which only added to the complexity. Should she tell Arudite this? The purple haired bespectacled Narm looked at her with a curious expression. It did not take a researcher or scholar to tell just how shocked Madoka was. Then she laughed, almost as heartily as Gromrak. Coincidentally, he also joined in and added to the cacophony of annoyance.

"It means you both, House Dalion, shall be even more famous."

Both Audrey and Madoka slumped into a chair and directly slammed their heads into the desk in complete exasperation. When she buried her face in her arms, her ears detected a peculiar and quiet creaking. She peeked over and saw a figure slipping out and closing the door of the Discussion Hall behind them. Ilalune must have gotten annoyed with their talk and departed, yet Arudite did not chase after her tail for some odd reason.

"Situation with the Uracksheegal is getting slightly worse. The Sky is opening up more frequently, especially with the attacks and changes in the Leyline," Arudite sighed. "With all the work us Researchers have to do with Adventurers, the mysteries are only piling up. And it's just before my favorite part of Rustaze's Spring season. The Cel'Row migration."

Madoka shot Audrey an angry glare over the Leyline debacle, but could only take it back with a huff and an eye roll over the Uracksheegal fiasco. She was personally responsible for that one, so they were even. Audrey's boot kicked into her own and she returned a smug glance as if she knew that she could not be held responsible for all of the messes caused this time.

"We believe that we'll have our answers soon. The goblins settled in the Petal's plains are definitely up to no good under the Sky's influence. Some of the rescued victims are reporting a dangerous Emissary, a monster creature sent from the Uracksheegal itself," Arudite sighed and seemed out of breath over this troublesome situation, but perked up out of nowhere. "Well, that's the Adventurer Guild and Ceghinort's problem. Not only our problems."

"You seem… so calm about the issue," Audrey noted. Madoka nodded and agreed with her observation. Neither Researcher seemed particularly troubled by what they just revealed.

"Times like these are where the Guilds work together," Gromrak said. "Even Thribelt's crawled out of his mines just to help out."

"Boss," Madoka said absentmindedly. He was quite enthusiastic in getting those young Adventurers geared up and grated on her nerves.

"I see you've gone through him," the Terros gave a knowing laugh. Madoka could only nod in response.

"Soon, Ceghinort will send aid," Arudite sounded hopeful, but Madoka could pick up a barely imperceptible sense of defeat in her voice. She did not believe in that kind god's word, did she not? He told her himself that he was simply there to survive, if anything, and that both her and the Princess was worth watching in order to solve this crisis. "Lady Audrey, could I ask for a chat with you for awhile? Specifically, on your theories of that 'Science' thing and Strands."

Just like that, Audrey was roped into a conversation about magic. The hours drew by, but Lady Arudite clearly seemed out of her element. The Princess's knowledge went beyond her own brain, but it was clear to both the researcher and herself were leagues behind her. Audrey seeme to not notice a thing, continuing casually as if they were speaking about the weather. Gromrak was snoring in the corner like a truant student, unwilling to even figure out what they were talking about.

"…That's simple," Audrey leaned against the wall. Madoka sat idly, resting her legs over the desk in front of her and relaxed, while Arudite seemed like she was going to pop. She would have took inspiration from the sleeping Gromrak and take a nap herself, but could not for a variety of amusing reasons. Here we go again, the maid decided to compromise halfway and rest her eyes, listening in as the entertainment unfolded. There was something so satisfying about this foolish Noble being toyed with by Audrey's intellect, though she herself had no idea what was happening during the entire conversation.

"It's simply not simple," she hit her hips with her fists. "Your… 'Science' might be useful up to a point, but it's just that if you focus on what is physically possible or those… tiny microscopic elements you speak of, you miss the opportunity to create some useful spells with those strands of magic."

"Mmm, like what kind of spells?"

"That's too difficult to explain, more like I can just show."

"That's just a different way of saying you dunno," Audrey sighed. The veins in her wrists went red from the Domineering strands inside of them, pairing well with both her normal arm and her metallic, translucent Golden Hand. "It'd be probably bad to explode this room with magic, too."

That was a point Madoka vehemently agreed with and simultaneously made the researcher acquiesce.

"I understand the concept, yes! But I do not understand how you do so. The way you approach the unknown."

"Oh, that's fairly easy, Arudite," Audrey took a piece of charcoal and began to draw several large circles on it. "When one discovers meaning in the unknown that fundamentally changes their understanding of how the physical works, they amend the axiom of their preconceived notions. At least, them smart ones do. They do not reject it. They fear it, yeah, but they come away with a better understanding and go from there. They would look in the Abyss, maybe fall into it forever, but the sheer chance of gleaning something from its nothingness is exciting, right?"

"And they rewrite the laws of these so-called physics?"

"Nah, they just amend them based on the proofs before them, changing how we understand reality, you feel me?"

It was quite clear that Lady Arudite did not, in fact, feel Audrey at all.

"In the end, I believe this information on Domineering magic is still eye opening," the princess admitted. "Now, let's go to the trees! I wanna see how Carl is doing!"

"Y-Yes, let's," Lady Arudite struggled to keep up, all the while muttering. "Carl, the Magic Tree's name… Carl, that's…"

Madoka watched the two leave the room, but nothing inside of her felt inclined to follow them. Eventually, only the glint from Audrey's amber Golden Hand bobbed further away in the hallway. Instead, she decided to leave the sleeping Terros behind and go the opposite direction. Upon exiting she found herself back in the Acquisitions Chamber, her nose suddenly picked up on something familiar. Then her stomach growled when it registered. Somehow, someone was baking! Madoka was immediately on the trail, sniffing the path to the source first. She froze when she discovered a kitchen with a door left ajar. The view of the tail flicking desperately across a splattered mess was the first thing that caught her eye. It was Ilalune! She hung back curious to see what disaster the cat woman was up to now.

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Despite looking quite busy, the usual aloof Ilalune was quite disheveled. When she turned, she became a tornado. Her tail crashed over a bowl, which showered flour on the floor and added to the puddles of spilled water. In other words and in Madoka's eyes, she was barely worthy of even being a Lower Maid in the Palace! Was she simply a cleaning servant? How did the usually composed and stern servant that she saw now so utterly clumsy? After the cat woman looked around nervously, she snatched the bowl back up and began to fill it again from the flour jar nearby after not detecting Madoka's presence. Then she watched the cat woman get back to work again hazardly with a mediocre attempt at kneading. After debating, she had enough and nearly stormed in when the clunking of the wooden roller pin suddenly dropped from the Cherish woman's wrist. Ilalune winced in pain from something moving on it, holding back tears. The two locked eyes instantly.

There, in the gleaming daylight, wriggled a peculiar scar upon her wrist as if it was alive beneath her skin. A living tattoo, as ugly and painful, sprawled across her arm like a cat soaking in the sunlight. Ilalune stood tall as it slipped back under her rolled up sleeve.

"That scar…!"

Upon noticing Madoka's shocked look, Ilalune's face immediately twisted into a furious and hostile expression. Her tail twitched like a jagged lightning bolt. Then, a brief killing intent rose and a light flickered in Madoka's eyes that she recognized all too well. A Core…! She staggered back from the cat woman's Cherish style kick, tearing out her Crystal from her heart in the form of a barrier. The golden magic hummed just in time as ice shards swirled out of the Cherish servant's Core in a strange circular pattern, before launching into a barrage of newly formed deadly blades directly at her. To both Madoka's and Ilalune's surprise, the blades were absorbed into the barrier as if they were wisps of smoke vanishing in the morning light.

The dishes were the next thing caught up in Ilalune's surprise attack, immediately distracting Madoka. She swatted the Cherish woman away at a blinding speed, catching each cup and plate with practiced ease as Ilalune crashed into the stony wall of the kitchen's entrance. One cup there, two plates, another bowl, and finally a pot all settled neatly in her hands, set instantly on the table as Madoka fended off Ilalune's lunges. It seemed that either she was not well practiced like Audrey, or had not used magic a lot since the assault was physical and laughable to the maid. Before that annoying flicker of magic could reappear around Ilalune's two hearts, Madoka seized her by the throat with such ferocity the Core extinguished like a snuffed candle. The barrier burst with a sudden energy before vanishing, absorbing all the metal forks and ladles. Instead of being defiant as she usually was in all of their severe encounters, the cat woman's shoulders slumped in a defeated stance, no longer containing a fighting spirit. Even her tail, once rigid like a sword's blade, drooped on the floor like a loosened noose.

"Do… your… worst…" Ilalune hissed at Madoka.

"You're no maid," Madoka growled back at the cat woman. "You're—" She looked around and lowered her voice. "Someone who has gone through what my Master has gone through, haven't you?"

"Lady Dalion—" Ilalune's eyes flickered for a moment, before realizing what Madoka truly meant. The living scar crept its way up the woman's neckline, as if it was a child creeping in on their parents arguing and fleeing. "Who exactly is your Master?"

"I think you know who she is," Madoka's grip tightened around the Cherish woman's neck, then relaxed when the killing intent dissolved. "And I know now who you truly are."

"Your Audrey Dalion is… Not from any Esmeralda Mountain," Ilalune's eyes were searching, but there was a hint of horror. A realization suppressed by a lack of willingness to believe in the truth. Her breath heaved from shock and a torn struggle from reconciling Her Highness's identity with the annoying interloper between her and Lady Arudite. "Audrey is Elise."

"Yeah. And you're the Heart of Bird, Princess Luciha of Chelise, aren't you?" Madoka addressed her in Royal, yet in a whisper so no one could hear. Then she laughed, uncomfortably so. "Such a small world, isn't it?"

Silence fell between them, only comforted by the ailing sizzles of the kitchen's hearth that once contained a fire for all of Ilalune's failed attempts at breaded treats.

"What are you here for? And what do we do about this?" Ilalune's, or rather, Luciha's tone and manner of speech became more rigid. More proper, honed from who knows how long her training from pretending to be a servant and her Royal Status. Even the Cherish Princess's dignified stance straightened out, finally done pretending. Madoka rolled her eyes.

"That's what I've been bothered about forever," she growled in Commoner. The Cherish Princess suddenly looked at her puzzled. "I've been trying to pry my Master's attention away from yours forever, it's been driving me mad!"

"W-What are you talking about?" Ilalune stared at her in disbelief, taken aback from Madoka's sudden turn of interest. It was simply too late, for the maid's brain was already calculating new strategies at full speed for separating Audrey from Arudite for good. It did not occur to Luciha or Ilalune that her identity simply mattered little to Madoka at the present time. She was cleaning up the mess and tidying up the kitchen, preparing the ingredients and pans to use with such fervor the other princess stepped back slowly. Finally, Ilalune could not take it anymore and asked in a frantic mood. "Madoka, what are you planning?"

"First," Madoka clanged a pan to the table and forced Ilalune to stand at attention. "You are awful at baking. I will teach you, then you will bring the treats to Lady Arudite and get her attention. Then maybe, winning her stomach over will finally make her leave my Audrey alone."

What was that saying Her Highness used? There were quite a bevy of odd things she talked about, Madoka thought as she gathered remaining containers of slurry still left over from Ilalune's batch of botched experiments. She swept the remnants that survived the magical attack to the corner in great haste already.

The enemy of her enemy was her friend…? Madoka shook her head. No, that couldn't be right.

"Take this," Madoka handed her a rolling pin, constructed by conjured Knotting magic. "And roll it continuously over the dough."

An incredulous look spread across Ilalune's face, but she eventually surrendered upon Madoka's insistence. As the hour passed, she still did not seem like she was committed towards baking, seemingly unable to move on from the revelation that the servant of Audrey— formerly the Princess Fiara— now knows of her true identity. Madoka was entirely in her own world at that point, remembering fond memories inside the kitchen and learning to cook and bake with the Lower Maids that were promoted to the Middle Palace Floors. She heard the other princess scoff, or clear her throat, the Cherish people had an odd intonation compared to her own race.

"I both love and hate your Master," she concluded. Madoka paused, wiping a smudge of flour off her ring finger absently. She normally would not allow such insolence directed at Her Highness, but since this was another Her Highness, her mind short circuited. What was she supposed to do if another Princess, hiding as a servant, badmouthed Audrey? "She saved our People, twice now. Yet, she hides like me."

"You have no idea what we have gone through," Madoka suddenly gritted her teeth. Then she relaxed again. Hiding sounded like an insult, but was it not true? "I take that back. You probably do. But! We don't know what you've gone through, how you ended up in a peaceful yet weak nation like this one."

"Weak?" Ilalune chuckled. "You're bold for a servant."

"And you're a scared princess," Madoka retorted with a shrug. "And besides, Audrey allows me to speak this way. Trust for each other is all we have left. You feel me?"

Madoka found herself repeating what Audrey said in the Discussion Hall right back at Ilalune.

"I don't trust you," she blurted, but it was quite clear to the both of them that she had no say in the matter anymore and the resistance was waning quickly. "I—"

"You tried to kill me and I didn't kill you back," Madoka shrugged. "As a slave to a servant, we both have orders to get along all the same."

"Fair enough," the other princess sighed, then grabbed the roller and began to knead the rising bread again without a fuss. The approval was now showing in her fangs more and more by the hour, that small spark that started way back when they started the journey to Gladeban now a calming campfire. Her guard was lowering and Madoka found herself not disliking her company for once. "She might not even remember us, like I didn't at first. I remember standing in her father's Throne Room with my trusted advisors, prepared for any and all greedy transgressions Narms could come up with as the King of Fiara usually did. As his ancestors oppressed us before."

"How come, before?" Madoka asked, wiping sweat off her brow. It has been awhile since she had done this. The bread loaves were rising to their full height and the room was warm, illuminated by the new fire in the hearth.

"Some Pacts are better left in the past, or shattered by the Stars," Ilalune looked in the distance for a while, before returning Madoka's gaze. Could she see manas like Audrey? "I remember how odd she was. She threw a tantrum, like a spoiled princess. Shouted a lot of strange things, before standing between my own father and forcing. She said, 'her way or… the highway.' And drafted a new Pact without another word. Her Father was mortified, yet acquiesced immediately to her demands. I… Never seen anything quite like it in all our years of arrangements."

Madoka nearly missed sticking the bread pan in the hearth's fiery maw from sighing continuously when Ilalune recounted the tale.

"That certainly sounds like her," she groaned. There was a question she wanted to know, but perhaps the Royal did not even know Lord Leopride. "How did she save the Cherish People again?"

"She sent a messenger to us recently, a powerful man named Zeron," the other princess's mention of Lord Zeron's whereabouts made Madoka pause her work again. Piecing together these clues, she noted that the Starfalls must also be quite recent. The loaves were ready, but when she pulled them out and covered them she stared at the cat woman intently. The question fell out of her mouth just when Ilalune started to wane under the pressure.

"Do you, or did you… Have a brother?" A pause. A sharp breath. Yet no intent came her way this time. With her shoulders fully slumped, the former Heart of Bird nodded slowly.

"I suppose you as her confidante would have an understanding of the Red Strings," Ilalune surrendered. Madoka shook her head.

"We only know little of it, actually," she admitted. "Something about Princesses having a Red String, or being a Red String. Prince Fiara kept it secret from her before the palace burned."

The bitter tone casted a sympathetic look in Luciha's eyes, but to Madoka it was melting away in the flames.

"All Royal Princes are cursed to succumb to the Red String's Voices and all Princesses are cursed with knowledge and power," the other princess whispered. "The Twin Moons are forever separated from the Sun, the Stars from the Abyss, the Todays from Tomorrows. T-That's… All I'll share. Everyone in Nobility knows that bit. Maybe, your… Audrey recognized me, maybe she did not. But it seems like my hatred of her has all but vanished under the weight of your stare."

Madoka blinked, then shook her head apologetically.

"M-My apologies, Your–"

"Don't," Ilalune cut her off. "From now on, this talk never happened. I only can thank the Hands of the Six Armed Goddess that this Guild is cloaked in secrecy."

"Mm," Madoka agreed tacitly. "For what it's worth, I did not have a single desire to treat you any differently anyways."

A scoff played in her ears, then a shoulder bumped into hers. The maid felt satisfied and after checking the bread loaves, she found that they were perfect.

"Treats for Lady Arudite," Madoka noted. After noticing Ilalune's lingering gaze upon their hard work, she immediately covered them again. "Not for us servants, foolish girl. Now remember what to do when we get back to our Masters."

The other princess opened her mouth in protest, but gritted her teeth. Once again, Madoka felt satisfied with the knowledge that Ilalune's own words came back to bite her. She also did not miss the chance to savor the irony. Her Head Maid called her a foolish girl hundreds of times more than her actual name and now she was bestowing the title to a Royal posing as a servant. At the door to the Discussion Hall, Madoka finally relinquished the tray of treats to the cat woman and shoved her inside. The two were still talking about concepts neither servant could comprehend upon entering, but instantly froze as they saw Ilalune's disheveled appearance.

"Ilalune!" Lady Arudite blurted. "What happened to–"

She stopped halfway through her questions when she sniffed the basket in Ilalune's arms. Madoka gave her a tactical smack on the back when she stood there starkly without a word, which could not be seen from either masters' angle.

"I- I made these for you," she stammered, shyly offering the basket up to Lady Arudite with a flour caked sleeve. Madoka sneered internally. That was the first time she saw the Cherish cat so flustered. Then an actual snort reached her ears, but it was not from her. It was from Audrey! Her Mischievousness instantly piped down the moment she shot her a glare.

Don't ruin the moment, Madoka warned her with her eyes. Audrey shrunk, but a mocking smile played on her lips. Ilalune suddenly surprised them both.

"We– actually," she pointed at Madoka, confirming her involvement. "Madoka is a good teacher."

Lady Arudite took a bite from a loaf and fell silent. Warm content sparkled in her eyes like the sunset outside immediately before either could feel the expected anticipation's interruption. Soon, she took more bread and handed it to Audrey. To her surprise, Arudite also handed two loaves to both Madoka and Ilalune.

"Eat! It's so wonderful!" Arudite's eyes said it all. Madoka saw it so clearly. The reflection of Ilalune glowing in her pupils, she knew. Those were eyes of sheer affection that only burned brighter the moment the Researcher witnessed Ilalune reluctantly taking a bite out of the bread. Somehow, she understood that there was only Ilalune inside her heart and no one else. Audrey ate quietly, but Madoka knew that Her Highness was fully aware of her game.

A snoring sound interrupted the tender moment, followed by someone groaning as they groggily woke up. Gromrak! His nose sniffed, followed by an incredibly loud rumbling as his belly rose far above the desk he slept at. Lady Arudite suddenly pulled the last loaf of bread and hurled it at the Terros's face. The strike was ineffective, only marginally increasing the short man's awareness of his surroundings. The loaf became tangled in his beard, but he instinctively took it when his nose discovered its aroma.

"Wake up, you old fart!"

After eating, both Ilalune and Lady Arudite snuck away. Before she left, Madoka noticed the softer gaze of Ilalune, or Luciha, towards herself. It was one of gratitude. She did not care at all, for her mission and grand plan were both complete. Ilalune will capture Arudite's stomach and heart with this newfound discovery. A playful push came on her side, but eventually someone leaned on her shoulder.

"You two seem like you're, like, friends now," Audrey teased. Madoka shook her head instantly and denied it.

"We've come to a mutual understanding," Madoka tentatively informed her, leaving out how the two of them are actually more alike more than ever. Giving space to the Princess of another country seemed like the most viable option to stay alive, after all. As a slave, she had no right to expose the truth of a Royal. All she could do is wait and watch what the Cherish Princess will do next. Secretly, she hoped the struggles of Ilalune were now much less taxing now. How could they not be less of a burden? After all, there was now a tacit understanding of each others' circumstances and potentially a new ally who knows their situation. That aloof and proud cat woman would not dare break that trust, right?

"What are you thinking?" Audrey furrowed her brow. "Don't think I don't know you baked those on purpose."

Madoka froze, but instead of hanging her head low and hiding her shame she frowned and growled.

"She is truly a terrible baker."

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