After his defeat in the Faerie Kingdom, Shadow Milk Cookie retreated to Crispia in search of temporary shelter before he can regain his once-great strength to avenge himself.

All of this was done in the form of not his usual handsome self— oh, no no no! Sure, he could simply put up a front and feign his kindness like he did so many times, but a change of perspective wouldn’t be so bad.

And boy, was he right.

He kept his signature blue colours, though, this time, he took on the form of a long-haired damsel with a simple, yet elegant dress. Paired with a bow and a basket, and he’s got the ‘harmless Cookie maiden’ look.

Well, harmless Cookie maidens don’t just kill the wildlife, don’t they?

“Oh, thank you for saving me…” Shadow Milk Cookie spoke, a hand over his chest. The carcass lifelessly laid in a pool of crimson, all caused by him. “That mean old fox nearly ripped my throat out!”