“Pfft, hahaha…!”

“Don’t laugh at him, Flat! That’s too disrespectful!”

“B-but still! Professor doesn’t fit the nickname of Big Ben ☆ London Star like this! Should I call him Little Ben ☆ London Star now? Or maybe Metal Ben ☆ London Star?”

Though the seats of the bus came in pairs, there was nobody sitting next to me.

My mentor’s voice came from beneath my feet.

The key was his size.

“…Lady, I’m glad you’re not laughing at me, but why do you have to have such a troubled expression? And why is your nose twitching?”

“N-nothing, I just, didn’t think you’d become so cute…”

“Ihihihihi! Now you’re the same as me!”

Add’s comment fit the situation well. It took all of my strength to stop myself from laughing, because now, my mentor was small enough to fit in someone’s palm.

Everything, from his long hair to his clothing now shone with a metallic shine, and had been sunk to [one-tenth] of its original size. Apparently this was something akin to a mentor-familiar, created by adjusting part of Trimmau.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Lower); Chapter 2, Part 2