Sent back in time due to Arceus’ powers, a tiny Kirumi ends up as an unwitting addition to Cogita’s teatime in ancient Hisui.
Swallowed down with a casual sip, she tumbles into the warm, churning depths of the historian’s stomach, acids tingling against her skin as rhythmic gurgles echo around her.
Her maid’s dignity falters amid the enveloping heat and relentless motion. Was this all she’d been sent back for? To digest slowly as a forgotten snack?
For a trade with a friend