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@minorindech from here!
Oh no oh no oh no oh no-
Edelgard. The Edelgard. Future emperor and otherwise very intimidating and scary Edelgard. That Edelgard.
It had been horrifying enough to find out that the future ruler of the Empire would be attending school as Bernie's classmate. That she would see the failures of House Varley's heir right there, live and in person. That alone had been enough to make Bernie try another week in hiding after she had first poked her head out from her room to meet her classmates.
And now this. This. Bernie had no idea what was going on, only that now the two of them were ducked into a tiny crevice of the hallway. Bernadetta's back was flush against the wall. Edelgard did not even look at her, eyes off in the direction she had come from. One arm blocked her in, while with the other, Edelgard kept a finger pressed gently against Bernadetta's lips.
Huh? Wuh huh? Huh!?
She was going to die. Bernadetta was definitely, definitely going to die. Either here and now, or later when her father found out about this. How dare she stand so close to Edelgard? How dare she make her way into the other's personal space? How dare she have Edelgard's hands on her and look up at her pretty eyes and well kept hair and striking bone structure and oh her shampoo smelled kind of nice too, how dare Bernie notice that! Stupid dummy Bernie!
"U-um..." Bernadetta's voice was a high pitched whisper. Edelgard shot her a look. Bernadetta whimpered in response and quickly made her voice as soft and quiet as she could. "Uh, L-Lady Edelgard? I-I-Is something happening?"
Oh by the Goddess she wanted to die.
This monastery was filled with secrets- If she couldn’t get words from the source itself, the knights were a decent contender. As she peered forward amidst her steps, Edelgard caught a glimpse of two knights talking amongst themselves- Normally speaking, that wouldn’t be a cause for concern. Before she got within their vicinity, she heard all she needed to make her move. ‘Duties.’ ‘Treasures.’
She acted quickly, bringing her classmate alongside her. If Bernadetta or herself were to walk past them, surely they would move on in their conversation. Or worse, outright leave. With her finger atop Bernadetta’s lips, she turned and whispered, “Yes. Listen to them well, Bernadetta.” Their appearances were covered by armor, but their voices spoke volumes.
One spoke, “The Archbishop’s assigned me to keep an eye on the church’s treasure vault. There’s nothing of grave importance in there, but.. Well, I was sure someone else was already on guard duty.”
“Oh, it must be because of..--” His tone lowered, hissing as he said, “That. Should we take a walk around? You know, have a check on things.”
What is ‘that’? As they began to leave and left their direct earshot, the princess moved herself off of Bernadetta and stood upright. “It’s clear they’re trying to hide something.” Whether it be the words they might speak or a physical object, she needed to know. Perhaps it was imprudent to bring Bernadetta into it, but she had faith in her plan. “Would you join me? Your presence would be a valuable asset.” A pause, softening her tone in reassurance. “No harm will arise. I plan on maintaining a reasonable distance from them.”















