"Huh? Falsified?" She blinked, obviously confused. "But my Mistress-" She was real, wasn't she? Mikan ran her fingers through her hair and scratched her scalp. She remembered her mistress, her kindness and her love, but how could things be falsified?
Turning to Stefan, Mikan relaxed. Smiling softly, she giggled a bit and gave him a small bow. "T-that sounds good to me. Thank you, Master Stefan."