If Rei had learned anything during his stay at the Royal Magic Academy, it was this:
There is no such thing as a safe lunch.
Case in point: today the bell rang for the mid-day break, and Rei moved through the mess hall like a ghost. Not because he wanted to—no, he'd rather be a heavily armed guard with anti-wife wards, a decoy puppet body, and maybe a flame-retardant cloak—but because it was the only way to avoid drawing attention from the five obsessively homicidal women currently ruling over this institution like rival mafia dons.
He just wanted a sandwich. One stupid sandwich, nothing fancy, Just two slices of bread, a little roasted wyvern ham, maybe some modest guilt-free cheese—
"REI~♡!"
But it's too late, a shadow fell over his tray and it's a glowing one. A holy glowing princess shadow.
