C.IV Abstraction
DESCARTES

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"The maid would do well to sharpen her tongue."

Descartes froze behind her Madame's wheelchair. It hadn't even been five minutes since the throne room was emptied of its occupants, leaving her to tend to a Madame Crimsons that seemed to have completely lost her mind. A part of her despaired at the prospect of caring for a deranged madwoman that had far too much knowledge to use for potentially inane or hazardous actions.

"O-oui, Madame?"

The Vaion held her breath as she forced herself to calm down. Madame Love and Olivia just inferred that their poor leader still had some of her wits about her. Surely Madame Crimson simply had a plan that required her to think like an old and decrepit woman. And even then, her Madame clearly had more than enough strength to walk on her own acco
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