The leisurely breakfast atmosphere on that snowy day was instantly chilled to the bone, as though a cold wind had poured into the room. Tifa's elegant tea-making motion paused, and amid the silence of the two witches, the Black-Haired Head Maid set down the teapot. She gave the other maids in the dining room a look, signaling for everyone to leave together first, but the Duchess raised her right hand, indicating there was no need to avoid them.
Her languid expression vanished completely:
"Tifa, there is no need to prepare breakfast for Miss Edwardz."
"Miss Edwardz was yesterday's form of address. Calling me Lady Edwardz would be more accurate now."
Megan smiled at the icy-faced Duchess:
"It does not matter whether we eat breakfast or not. My sister and I were quite full from our late night snack last night."
She winked at Miss Galina:
"Duchess, you know that that strong and sturdy dessert was delicious too, don't you?"
The Red-haired Witch took a deep breath, instantly realizing that this was retaliation for the "little joke" she had made at the banquet in Green Lake City:
"Megan, what did you sisters do?"
"Of course, we did what you did. Or would you like me to describe the details?"
She acted as though she did not understand Galina Cavendish's mood:
"But I have to admit, Shade really does taste rather good."
The maids did their best to control their expressions, lest they be punished by the wrathful Duchess for stepping forward with their left foot first after the guests had left. But Miss Galina was not angry at all—well, perhaps a little angry. She adjusted her breathing slightly and frowned at Megan:
"You look like a child who stole someone else's toy and came back to show it off. Megan, oh