The Layered Peach Moonmilk Cake Manga Style Part 2: Milkmoon Betrayal

“Milkmoon Betrayal”

Part 2: The Truth Comes Out

Panel 1

[Scene: Morrissaava grabs the empty cake plate from Narri’s hand. Her eyes blaze. Her voice shakes with fury.]

Morrissaava (angry):

“You idiot.

I made that cake for Jarru.

It’s his favorite.”

Panel 2

[Narriven crosses his arms, chin up, completely unapologetic. A smug smile on his face.]

Narriven (cold):

“Perfect.

I don’t like him.”

Panel 3

[Morrissaava lunges toward him again, spoon raised like a weapon.]

Morrissaava (screaming):

“YOU WHAT?!”

Panel 4

[Narriven turns away dramatically, arms behind his head, satisfied.]

Narriven (teasing):

“I’m glad I ate it.

Now he won’t get to enjoy it either.”

Panel 5

[Cut to the corner. Peppiqhilala still standing frozen, eyes watery, lip trembling.]

Peppiqhilala (soft sob):

“…It was so pretty…”

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