Before long, morning arrived.
Roman accompanied Margaret to the hall, where Edith and Shasta were having breakfast.
"Your Highness, how's the taste of Margaret? Is it delicious?" Edith asked with a grin.
"Oh my, you even braided her hair, it looks so pretty."
With each step, Margaret cautiously followed behind Roman, somewhat evasive and habitually bowing her head to let her hair cover her face, yet she realized the light was still bright in front of her. Now without bangs, her fine hair was gathered up, with a simple yet elaborate braid, she looked completely different.
Roman said to Edith, "No one would take you for mute if you didn't speak."
The old Margaret could never have done such a thing, surely someone was pushing her from behind, but without asking, Roman knew who had done it.
"Margaret, come sit over here," the Nightmare Witch said.
