The piece of parchment Edna concealed between her breasts burned to no end, forcing the maid to begrudgingly snatch it out of there.
"Answer the messages, Edna!" inked in black, those words glowed a fiery red around the borders, that effect being null doubt what caused the scorching sensation on her skin.
In reaction to them, Edna's features twisted further, hands only trembling harder before crumpling the paper and furiously shoving it in one of her pockets.
Even from within, she huffed and puffed, determined to ignore all incoming messages until the whim to respond struck her.
For those buffoons, with all of their means and might, failed to abduct one measly little girl.
Not only that, but they had the goal to reach out to her after fumbling such a pathetic task despite combining their efforts and that, very likely, was in order to ask of her to pick up the pieces after their embarrassing defeat.
