“Um, Edelgard, you in here?” Despite Bernadetta’s usual soft-spoken nature, her voice was booming. “We’re still on to see Professor Byleth, right?” She stepped into the room, scanning it for any sign of her house leader. It was empty. “Huh, strange… She’s not here.”
Edelgard stood up, rushing towards the edge of the bed. “Bernadetta! Down here!”
The purple haired girl’s head whipped to the source fo the noise. She found herself looking at the unkempt bed. It was unlike Edelgard to neglect something as simple as making her bed. Looking closer, she could have sworn she saw something moving.
“Bernadetta!”
“EEP! What was that!?” She yelped, jumping in the air.
“Down here! On the bed!”
Bernadetta finally looked down, her eyes going wide in shock. “Whaaa! Ed-Edelgard!?”
“N-not so loud!”
“S-SORRY!” She cried, dropping down to her knees to get a better look at the tiny princess. “What happened?”
Edelgard sighed, realizing she’d have to explain her overzealous, yet foolish actions. “I got impatient and tested the potion.” She looked away from sergeant classmate’s eyes and stared at the sheets below her.
“The potion I brought you?” Bernadetta asked, slowly piecing together the information. “Oh no. Oh no no no. This is all my fault. Oh, Goddess, I’m the reason why you’re tiny. If anyone finds out, I’m dead. This is an international incident at minimum. I can’t go on the run. I don’t even like leaving my room!”
“Bernadetta, calm yourself!” Edelgard snapped. “You’re from the Empire. At most it will be contained in the Empire.”
The shy girl yelped. “That’s even worse! I can’t even take asylum in Faerghus or the Alliance! No one can ever find out about this!”
Before Edelgard could retort, Bernadetta snatched Edelgard up in her hand, closing it around her waist and torso. The tiny princess struggled, trying to break free. However, Bernadetta’s fingers kept her in an iron vice, refusing to let go as if her life depended on it.
“I… I can overlook this!” Edelgard promised, trying to assure Bernie and cut off her wild imagination before it got any worse. “I can, um, pardon you. Especially if you vow to do everything in your power to help me back to normal size.”
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