(Spoilers for Edelgard and Byleth’s C+ Support)
Very well. I’ll give him the answer he so desires!
Edelgard pushed back, with a strength greater than her own. Bearing a crest gave her inhuman strength, allowing her to easily lift even two tomes despite her tiny size. She lifted them enough to free her legs, slipping herself out from under the massive weight before allowing it to drop again.
“Pretty impressive.” Linhardt commented as Edelgard shakily stood. “I guess you are the real Edelgard after all. Or maybe a copy that has a crest…”
Lacking energy, she felt unable to escape. Instead she aimed to convince Linhardt to help her.
“Satisfied? Now it’s high time… You…” She stumbled, suddenly dizzy.
“Edelgard?” He grew concerned, leaning in for a closer look. She raised a hand to her forehead.
What is wrong with me? She worried. And this feeling… It’s just like…
Gasping, Edelgard looked up. The sensation she felt was identical to one she had experienced hours ago.
“No!” She cried out as the aching feeling overtook her entire body. She stared up at Linhardt, an unspoken plea to do something. But his eyes only widened as he loomed larger and larger over her. A glance towards the tomes confirmed her suspicions, the stack rising taller and taller.
“I’m shrinking again!” She gasped. “But how can this be?”
Linhardt stared, mouth agape, as his small test subject became smaller. She looked around uselessly, at a complete loss for what to do, as her body continued to lose mass. She could only hope that she wouldn’t be shrunk much smaller.
The feeling started to subside once her eye-level approached the top of the books. Her shrinking slowed, coming to a halt in moments.
It’s stopped! But how small am I now?
Everything was noticeably bigger than before. With it came an extra layer of fear, though one she barely felt. It was difficult for her to feel much of anything at all, the whole world seeming to swirl around the tiny woman.
“What… How…” She staggered as her words outpaced her thoughts. Her vision blurred and she started to fall, feeling the wooden surface beneath as she lost consciousness.
“Huh?!”
Edelgard woke with a start. She sat up, only to immediately fall back down. There was something incredibly soft below her, making her reluctant to move. Its scent and softness were soothing, nearly calming enough to send her back to sleep. But her sense of unease grew as she remembered pieces of the previous day’s events.
Where am I?
She had been staring at the ceiling, much like the one in her room but further away.
That’s right. I was shrunk.
With more determination, she sat up again. She realized that the soft mass she was on was no mattress, but a single pillow. A rather comfortable one at that, many times better than the one she had in her room.
If I’m not in my room, then…
She glanced towards the huge bed, its occupant none other than the giant Linhardt. She could hear low snoring, if she concentrated.
So, Linhardt gave me this pillow. She was still groggy, but gradually solving these mysteries. Yet many more questions plagued her.
I think I shrank again… She remembered. Then I passed out. The sun’s out, so… Is it Sunday morning? Or maybe I slept through the whole day…
She stood up carefully. The pillow threatened to throw her over with every step, such was its bounciness. This forced her to proceed with caution, plunging her feet into the pillow like she was walking in dense snow. She made her way uphill, out of the indent her sleeping body had formed.
Just getting off this pillow is an ordeal… Edelgard tripped. She fell down, face-first, before her body started to slide towards the desk. She quickly gripped the fabric, saving herself from a fast descent.
That was close. Though maybe I can get down this way… She let go, letting her tiny body slide down this time. By gripping occasionally, she controlled her descent. She landed on top of an open notebook, towards the window side of the desk.
That was surprisingly fun. She admitted to herself. She looked towards the window. I can get out that way.
Edelgard stopped when she spotted handwriting. As expected, she recognised it to be Linhardt’s writing, though far bigger than she had ever seen it before.
Did he… Do things to me while I slept? She wondered with a shudder. I don’t think he would ever do anything inappropriate, but…
Curiosity got the better of her. Scurrying over to the top of the page, she started to decipher the text.
Subject resembles Edelgard von Hresvelg in every discernible way except size. Heal spell has no apparent effect on size. Subject could lift two tomes under duress, seemingly by using the power of a crest. Following use of crest, subject shrank in size and collapsed. Initial height roughly 10 centimeters tall, final height 4.7 centimeters.
4.7 centimeters? Edelgard saw a ruler lying by the side of the notebook. So that’s how he found out. That would mean my size has been halved.
Linhardt’s observation matched what she saw. Everything was seemingly double the size it was yesterday.
It seems like he didn’t do anything else to me. Edelgard thought, noticing that the rest of the page was blank. It appears that he has boundaries he will not cross after all…
Edelgard’s attention turned to other matters. I was here overnight, in Linhardt’s room? Why didn’t Hubert find me? Or even Ferdinand? What have they been doing all this time?
She walked to the edge of the desk, gazing beyond Linhardt towards the door.
It’s time I left. The door is the most obvious way out. I’m smaller now, so I might not be seen again. Although… She looked to the window. Perhaps I can find a way down outside? I would be much less likely to be discovered there than in the corridor.
The window was open, but only slightly. Yet she was so small now, she was confident she could fit through.
Edelgard looked down at the notebook, to the mostly empty page. Part of her felt like she could still trust Linhardt, even after what he had done. He could even be more willing to help her now. If he did, then she could quickly reach Hubert and be restored to normal. But of course, there was always the risk that he would experiment on her again…
The door, the window, or Linhardt himself. Not one of these choices is without risk…
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