It began, as most religious movements do, with a completely deranged woman and a laminated pamphlet.
Rei was just trying to eat toast.
He sat in the Royal Magic Academy's newly rebuilt cafeteria (after Drakana's "friendly dragon sneeze" destroyed half of it last week), nibbling cautiously at a piece of magically-toasted bread that kept trying to lick him back.
"Stop that," he whispered, swatting the sentient marmalade.
Spy-chan, nestled in his lap, vibrated ominously.
[System Warning: Yandere Aura Detected – Code: Devotion Level MAX.]
[Estimated Threat Source: Lilia the 'Pure.']
[Probability of Divine Cult Founding: 99.9%]
Rei looked up. "What do you mean cult—?"
That's when the cafeteria doors slammed open.
A heavenly chorus (provided by three enchanted harps and a choir of brainwashed bunnies) echoed through the room. Light poured in from a magically summoned skylight. Flower petals rained from the ceiling and in walked Lilia.
