Wintermint Cookie

A wishful idea. That kept on echoing in my mind. Salty Potato's idea wouldn't work. There was hardly enough sugar to lacquer the entire wall back in the old days, let alone do it to the armor.

I suspected that the Soda Sorcerer had suspected the reason why he could not break through since Empress Sweet Caramel died 10 years ago.

The very reason why Empress Sweet Caramel died was that he started to suspect the reason. He tested many things, multiple at once to try and penetrate the walls. Eventually, one of them worked, but he did not know which one, since he sent one thousand things to try and penetrate the defense. The one that did make it through the wall targeted the previous empress, and she died because of it. This was not released to the public to prevent mass panic. Sending out one thousand spells at once did not treat the Soda Sorcerer kindly, and he was thrown into a state of weakness and powerlessness for eight years.

After he recovered, he has tested them alone, and it is only a matter of time before he finds the one he used many years ago.

I had to call the armorsmiths because there was some damaged caramel armor that could be reforged. I think Salty Potato took that as the idea worked. Now, onto the traitors. I have known this for some time now, that some of our allies would betray us. I did not apprehend my suspects, however. They were used as tools to the Soda Sorcerer. I thought, however, if I could manipulate these trusted tools, we would have the upper hand.

Alas, I was too late to put my plans into action. Arcturius nearly killed Spicy Macaron, and I will forever be weighed down by the pain and suffering that Spicy Macaron went through when I could've prevented this. I could've done this earlier, but I had no time. If I apprehended the traitors immediately, the Soda Sorcerer would have known and would have come for me sooner.

I have to admit, the death of Arcturius didn't affect me. When we were small children, I was the daughter of a lowly baker family. He would always dwell on that, and I would always be victimized from his bullying of my torn and ragged appearance. When I rose to my current position, he was employed. I had no power to stop that, and I had to be fair. He seemed like a kind and worthy man, but I knew inside he was a darkened soul, with no food. I could not prove this, so I had no choice. Arcturius had an affair with Chicken Pot Pie, and he bewitched her to join the kingdom of highly carbonated drinks. I can read people. I can see the past and future. I can control it. I must hide the burden of my family gift, and I have to pretend. I have no choice. They will see my powers are not normal. And they will find me.

AN///haha more Wintermint being really over dramatic