Ceres Fauna's Everyday, Just a Little Bit Strange Days
In a secret place where gods and incredible beings from various worlds have gathered to live a relaxed life together, Ceres Fauna, the organizer of the 'Council,' is as busy as ever looking after everyone.
One day, the mischievous Watson Amelia is excited, saying, 'I'll use my time machine to grab a snack from tomorrow!' The god of time, Kronii, hears this and panics, shouting, 'You'll break the world's rules!' Fauna tries to stop it with the power of nature, but Amelia has already pressed the
Ceres Fauna's Everyday, Just a Little Bit Strange Days - The Tuner's Morning and the Time God's Ordeal
"Good morning, Elda Magna. Beautiful weather again today."
Morning mist hung over the Bloom Circle. Barefoot, Fauna pressed her soles into the earth, placing both hands against a thick root of the World Tree. Through the cool bark, she felt the slow, steady pulse of its sap.
She closed her eyes.
The power of nature flowed from her fingertips down to the very tips of the roots.
(*Good. Every root is healthy. Another peaceful day.*)
Fauna let out a soft sigh of relief. The tiny sapling ornament above her left ear glowed with a faint green light—proof of her resonance with nature.
Around her, flowers of every color bloomed in wild profusion. Blue moonlight grass, golden sunflowers, and purple stardust blossoms. All of them had come from different worlds, yet here they grew side by side in harmony.
"That's right. You're all such good girls."
Fauna crouched down and spoke softly to the stardust blossoms.
"Even though gods and heroes from other worlds are busy squabbling over snacks around here."
She giggled quietly.
Veritas Commons. A hidden place floating in the gaps between countless parallel worlds, reachable only by those who are invited. Seventeen residents lived here, each bearing an impressive title from their world of origin. A god of time. A reaper of death. A knight of the sea. A deity of civilization. But here, everyone was simply a housemate.
They did laundry duty, cooked meals, and occasionally fought.
And more often than not, Fauna ended up as the mediator.
"Alright. I should start getting breakfast ready."
She stood up and brushed the dirt from her linen blouse. Her golden hair, tinged with pale green, shimmered in the morning light. Since today was a gardening day, she had braided the sides into small plaits.
She began walking toward Parliament Hall.
Only the soft sound of her sandals against the tender grass echoed through the quiet morning.
———
When she arrived at Parliament Hall, someone was already there.
"It's Amelia again!!"
A young man with long silver hair tied back was shouting, his face pale with fury. His golden eyes trembled in fine, rapid movements, like the ticking of a second hand.
Chronii, age 22. The god of time, and the serious, sensible guardian tasked with protecting the Commons' timeline.
"Fauna, look at this!"
He spread out data from an hourglass he'd apparently brought from the Orrery Spire. The graph, which should have shown a smooth flow of sand, was riddled with lines like cracks.
"Wait, are these… temporal fractures?"
"Yes! It's because that little runt modified her time machine!"
Chronii began reciting Article 3 of the Seventeen Codes of the Commons from memory.
"The prohibition of temporal alteration! No unauthorized travel to the past or future! Do you have any idea how crucial this rule is—"
"Now, now. Here, drink this and calm down."
With practiced ease, Fauna offered him a cup of tea.
Chronii fell silent in an instant.
"…Thank you."
He took a sip and let out a deep sigh.
"Every single time, she pulls some stunt. And it falls on me to fix it. It's truly unforgivable."
He paused.
"But honestly… it's just a little bit interesting. Watching her absurd inventions."
"Fufu, I know."
Fauna smiled mischievously.
Chronii's face turned red.
"That doesn't mean I forgive her! Now come on, we're going to Ticker House!"
———
When the two of them reached Amelia's workshop, it was completely empty.
Clock parts and mysterious machines were piled against every wall. The hole in the ceiling—blown open by last week's explosion—still hadn't been patched.
"She went out again!"
"Ah, I hear voices from the kitchen over there."
Energetic voices drifted from the communal kitchen, "Potager."
The two rushed over and were met with the sight of straight blonde hair reaching down to a girl's waist. Beneath blunt-cut bangs, large blue eyes sparkled brightly. A single side-lock was braided and threaded with colorful beads.
Watson Amelia, age 17.
"With this, I'll bring back future sweets! This time, I'll pinpoint the snacks with perfect accuracy!"
She was attaching a strangely shaped antenna to the time machine on her wrist.
"The time machine again. What are you planning to mess up this time?"
"Oh, Chron! Check it out, this antenna! It can track the scent of future sweets!"
"Track the scent?! Do you have any idea what that will do to the timeline—"
"Ahaha, your angry face is seriously so funny, Chron!"
Amelia cackled, showing absolutely no intention of listening to a word Chronii said.
"Amelia, if you disrupt time any further, the Commons' rules will—"
That was when it happened.
"Sounds interesting. I'll amplify it with my power of death."
A chill wind blew through.
At the kitchen entrance stood a tall woman draped in a black robe. Her face was hidden deep within her hood, but in her right hand she held a worn poetry collection. Mori Calliope, the reaper's apprentice.
Behind her, the entrance to the semi-basement study, "Ink Shadow," was visible. A sign reading "SPOILERS STRICTLY PROHIBITED" leaned against the wall, alongside stacks upon stacks of anime discs.
"Calliope! Now you're talking!"
"What's the harm in just peeking a little into the future? Besides, with my power, the tunnel should stabilize."
"Stop it! If the temporal fractures expand—"
"Fire!"
Amelia pressed the button.
In that instant, black mist erupted from Calliope's right hand, merging with the light of the time machine.
BOOM!!
A thunderous roar.
The kitchen floor shook.
———
At the base of Elda Magna, a temporal tunnel ten meters in diameter tore open.
A vortex of swirling light and darkness.
Fragmented images and sounds from the future leaked out around it.
"Everyone, get back!"
Fauna slammed her hands against the ground and unleashed the full force of nature's power. The roots of Elda Magna responded, thick vines coiling around the tunnel. The sapling ornament above her left ear now glowed with golden light.
But the tunnel kept expanding.
"Chronii, the hourglass?!"
"It's completely red! This is the largest temporal anomaly ever recorded!"
That was when it happened.
From within the tunnel, a single image projected itself in vivid detail.
It showed a young swordsman in white armor, facing down a colossal dragon.
"Wait, is that—"
Calliope's voice trembled.
In the image, the young swordsman was engulfed by the dragon's flames. Then, slowly, he collapsed.
"I will NOT allow my oshi to die!!!!"
Calliope screamed. Black mist raged from her entire body. Her power of death, resonating with her emotions, was beginning to rampage.
"The finale of this anime wasn't supposed to air until next month! And now! Now it's been spoiled!!"
"That's Amelia's fault! Don't look at me!"
"Ehehe, so this is what future sweets look like~"
Amelia was enjoying the leaked future footage in a completely unrelated direction.
"Honestly! Is anime more important to you than my flowers?!"
Fauna stomped the ground in frustration.
But she didn't let go. Desperately trying to suppress the tunnel's expansion, she continued to manipulate the roots of Elda Magna.
"Chronii! Apply emergency measures while you can!"
"Got it! Just hold it for one second!"
Chronii spread both arms wide and enveloped the tunnel with the power of time.
With a groaning, creaking sound, space warped.
And then—
Shunk.
The tunnel vanished.
———
The four of them returned to Parliament Hall.
Completely exhausted, Fauna sat slumped on the floor.
"All I've done today is check Elda Magna's health. But I feel like I've already worked a full day."
"Amelia, you're on cooking duty for an extra week starting tomorrow. This is a violation of Article 3 of the Seventeen Codes."
"Ehh! Then during that time, I'll try recreating future sweets!"
"Don't you dare!!"
"…I'm going to hole up in my room for a while. I need to heal my soul by drawing new illustrations of my oshi."
Calliope pulled her hood down low and departed without a sound.
Fauna gazed out the window.
At the base of Elda Magna, in the very spot where the tunnel had been, a single moonlight grass blossom had bloomed.
(*So it wasn't peaceful today after all.*)
But it hadn't been a bad day.
At least, Fauna had come to enjoy their noisy daily life enough to feel that way.
She stood up and straightened her linen blouse a little.
"Alright. I'd better make breakfast for everyone again tomorrow."
At that moment.
At the base of Elda Magna, a tiny light flickered.
No one noticed.
Something that had fallen from the future was hiding in the soil.
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