Salty Potato

The shout echoed in the room, and a thin, cold smile spread across the guard's face. He was a foreigner from another continent that valued strength instead of food. I believe its name is Metallagia. He dropped Spicy Macaron and advanced toward Wintermint Cookie. With the speed of a baker who smelled something burning, he slashed the dagger at the Empress. I stepped in front of her and received the cut on my face instead. Before he could react, I drew my enchanted salt crystal sword and stabbed at his head. He parried the attack, but I had a sugar crystal dagger which I embedded in his heart. He fell, coughing up blood. With his last breath, he spoke ominously, "You think you've won? We'll win in the end." He keeled over and died. Wintermint Cookie and I looked at the guard's corpse with distaste.

"Empress, do you know what this means?"

She drew a deep breath and replied grimly, "Yes. There are several traitors within this palace."