Beatrice and Rookie strolled through the outskirts of the ruined city, their arms full of snacks. Rookie munched on a chocolate bar, while Beatrice popped honey-coated almonds into her mouth, her gaze idly wandering.
As they rounded a corner near a half-collapsed plaza, they noticed a commotion ahead. Soldiers from the Magna Corps and Magna Corps were gathered near a hovering transport vehicle, carefully loading glowing crates. Around them, shimmering orbs hovered in the air—each one about the size of a large marble, yet swirling with a dazzling, cosmic energy.
“What’s that?” Rookie whispered, his gumdrop eyes widening.
Beatrice tilted her head, observing. The orbs shimmered like tiny universes, their surfaces swirling with galaxies, stars, and endless voids. Their faint hum carried an eerie sense of weight, as if they held something immeasurably vast despite their diminutive size.
“Micro-universes,” Beatrice said casually, crunching on a caramel popcorn kernel.
“Micro-universes?” Rookie gasped. “Like... tiny, tiny worlds? Whole cosmos? In those little things?”
Beatrice nodded, leaning on a nearby lamp post as they watched the soldiers work. The soldiers carefully loaded each sphere into magically sealed crates, the soft glow of the spheres dimming as the lids snapped shut.
“Looks like they’re rounding them up,” Beatrice said.
“For what?” Rookie asked.
Beatrice shrugged. “Eh, probably something boring. Containment protocols, military experiments, who knows?”
The two watched as the soldiers methodically loaded crate after crate into their flying transport vehicles. The engines hummed to life, and within minutes, the soldiers had packed up nearly all the spheres and began to ascend into the air.
But as the vehicles disappeared into the sky, Beatrice’s sharp eyes caught something.
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“Look,” she said, pointing.
On the ground, near where the soldiers had been working, lay one of the spheres. It rolled slightly in the dust, forgotten amidst the chaos of the operation.
“They missed one,” Beatrice said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“W-We should tell them!” Rookie stammered. “What if it’s dangerous?”
Beatrice ignored him, casually walking over to the sphere and scooping it up. The tiny cosmos swirled in her hand, its colors dancing like a kaleidoscope.
Rookie’s frosting began to sweat. “Uh, Beatrice? Maybe don’t—”
Before he could finish, Beatrice reached into her shopping bag and pulled out a fresh roll of bread. With practiced ease, she sliced the bread open, placed the glowing sphere inside, and squished the halves together.
“Voilà,” she said, holding up her improvised cosmic hamburger.
Rookie’s jaw dropped. “You’re not gonna—”
She took a big bite.
The glowing sphere crunched faintly under her teeth, its light dimming as she chewed thoughtfully. Rookie watched in horror, fully expecting an explosion, a portal to another dimension, or at least some ominous glowing from her eyes.
But nothing happened.
Beatrice swallowed, licked her lips, and patted her stomach. “Not bad. Kinda tangy.”
Rookie blinked. “You—you just ate a universe! What if there were tiny people in there? Or stars? Or—”
Beatrice waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, I could tell it was an empty one. Just cosmic energy swirling around. Totally harmless.”
Rookie wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or more terrified. “You’re... you’re unbelievable.”
“Thanks,” Beatrice said with a smirk, tossing the rest of the bread to Rookie. “Here, you can have the rest.”
Rookie yelped and dropped the bread like it was radioactive. “No thanks! I’m good!”
Beatrice chuckled, brushing crumbs off her dress as she started walking back toward the castle. Rookie hurried to catch up, glancing nervously back at the empty spot where the sphere had been.
“You’re seriously not worried about that?” he asked, still incredulous.
Beatrice shrugged, popping another almond into her mouth. “Why worry? If something happens, I’ll handle it. But nothing’s gonna happen.”
Her carefree tone left Rookie somewhere between awe and frustration. Still, as they walked toward the castle, her confidence was oddly reassuring.
This is strange Rookie hears rumors about how those spheres are dangerous and only Arcana personal should be capable of containing them......But Beatrice eat them like nothing *He sighs* while continue walking and eating candies thinking perhaps he only overreacting things here
By the time they reached the castle gates, Rookie had almost forgotten his worries, distracted by Beatrice’s endless supply of snacks. They settled into the kitchen once more, munching on cookies and chocolates, the strange events of the day fading into yet another chapter of Beatrice’s wild, unpredictable life.