Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 119 - Pizza Time with the Kaiserin

Chapter 119 - Pizza Time with the Kaiserin

Kaiserin Grace Arcaliburn. I've seen her several times on social media, usually gracing news broadcasts with her regal aura. The most vivid memory I have of her was during the coverage of the Blackout Incident a few months ago. 

She always struck me as elegant—like a fairytale princess carved from silk and moonlight. But standing here now, I realize something unexpected: she's... surprisingly short. A queen in stature, perhaps, but one who barely reaches Myrrh's shoulder.

We're still gathered at the KAWAII Round Table, sharing slices of the legendary Sammelplatz Pizza. Its greasy, heavenly aroma hangs thick in the air, and each bite crackles with cheesy, meaty satisfaction. 

Even the illustrious Kaiserin, with all her nobility, looks utterly delighted to be eating beside Myrrh. At one point, they both take a bite at the exact same time. Realizing this, they glance at each other and burst into light, spontaneous giggles.

"I never thought you liked Sammelplatz Pizza too, Your Excellency!" Myrrh beamed, sauce on the edge of her lip.

"Sammelplatz Pizza is the finest food in the world—no, in all worlds!" the Kaiserin declared, eyes gleaming with joy. "It's a divine gift from the heavens!"

"You're damn right about that!" Myrrh laughed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "It's so good!"

While their laughter filled the room with a kind of warm harmony, my attention drifted to Agent Feena. She sat apart, subtly peeking through the blinds with quiet alertness. It was already a quarter to eight in the evening, and the campus grounds were nearly deserted. Only a handful of silhouettes could be seen—faculty members from both KAWAII and OTAKU, likely burning the midnight oil under the pale halo of streetlamps.

After a cautious peek through the blinds, Agent Feena let them fall back into place with a soft thwip, followed by a sigh that carried both exasperation and weary acceptance. She turned toward the Kaiserin with her arms crossed tightly, the corner of her mouth twitching with restrained frustration.

"Your Excellency," she began, her voice low but firm, "you do realize how dangerous it is to show up here without your bodyguards, right? And in disguise, no less—posing as a pizza delivery girl. That was reckless, even for you."

"Oh, come on, Big Sis Feena!" the Kaiserin replied in a carefree sing-song tone, waving a gooey, half-eaten slice of Sammelplatz Pizza as if it were a scepter of defiance. "I'll be fine! You're here, aren't you? You're always more than enough to protect me. Besides, the Neo Terrestrial Reich is gone now, right?"

She took another bite of her pizza with dramatic flair, grease glistening on her fingers like war paint.

"That's not the point," Feena muttered, rubbing her forehead as if fending off the early stages of a migraine—or maybe just another day in her chaotic job. Her voice dropped into the kind of sigh people give when they've long accepted that logic doesn't work on certain individuals.

Her gaze shifted toward Neil and Fei, both sitting frozen as if the very air had turned solid. Their eyes were locked on the Kaiserin, their expressions suspended somewhere between awe and disbelief.

I've seen them starstruck before. Like when they first laid eyes on Dianca Fritz—they had that twinkling admiration, all sparkles and blushes. But this? This was different. This wasn't dreamy admiration. This was stunned reverence—like standing too close to a living myth and realizing it actually breathes.

Fei sat beside me, shoulders stiff. Her fingers clutched the hem of her skirt so tightly that the fabric trembled in her grasp. A bead of sweat glistened on her temple. The pizza slice on her plate remained untouched, the cheese already beginning to harden from neglect. Neil, on the other hand, looked like he was staring at a deity who had just descended from the stars in grease-stained robes.