Rei just wanted a quiet lunch and a sandwich with some water or maybe five minutes without a magical explosion, flaming death threat, or the phrase "eternal soul-bond" being whispered into his ear by a girl holding a dagger.
Is it too much to ask?
Apparently, yes because the very moment he sat down beneath the shade of a willow tree in the Academy courtyard—peaceful, serene, and most importantly, yandere-free—he heard the voice of doom.
"YOU! NORMAL GIRL!"
There was only one person that could spit the word normal like it was a racial slur.
Drakana, daughter of the Dragon King, emotionally unstable battle maniac, and proud member of Rei's accidental five-wife apocalypse harem.
The grass around her smoldered with raw mana. Her obsidian battle armor clanked with every step. Students cleared a fifty-foot radius, retreating behind enchanted shields, protective barriers, or in the case of one poor janitor, a trash bin.
Rei choked on his sandwich.
