A shocking betrayal has left Anne’s dreams of becoming a silver sugar master shattered. The piece she had made for the exhibition has been stolen. With Anne feeling deeply shaken, all of her losses compound and send her falling into despair.
And don't shorten my name! 
I'm Mithril Lid Pod!
!وأيضًا لا تختصري اسمي! أنا ميثريل ليد بود
Moment mal!
Ich heiße immer noch Mithril Lid Pod!
¡Y no acortes mi nombre!
¡Me llamo Mithril Lid Pod!
¡Y no acortes mi nombre!
¡Me llamo Mithril Lid Pod!
Et n’abrège pas mon nom !
Moi, c’est Mithril Lid Pod.
Piuttosto, ci risiamo!
E não encurte meu nome!
Eu sou Mithril Lid Pod!
И не сокращай моё имя! Я Мифрил Лид Под.