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Interlude XXXVIII: Descartes III
Descartes can only describe the sight she just saw as horrifying.

The maid knew that Madame Crimson was a bit touched in the head. Brilliance can sometimes be a detriment to a person's sanity, after all. And it was only a matter of time before said brilliance would run amok and ruin a person's mind permanently. She'd heard stories of it already happening with her Madame from the others, but she never expected a breakdown to be this... visceral...

"Leave us."

Descartes blinked as Madame Olivia finally spoke. The elder sister was crying deep into the taller woman's shoulders, the gut-wrenching sound of guilt and regret palpable even as the cries of the broken woman echoed louder than the APC's engine.

No words were needed. With a curt nod, the small crowd that gathered dispersed out of the wooden door. Madame Lace was the
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