Velvet Academy's Grand Festival Grounds, Wife Hunt Arena—The Final Day.
The forest was silent, too silent. Rei clung to the highest branch of a twisted oak tree, his magical tuxedo snagged on twigs and his dignity bleeding out faster than his will to live. His bowtie had been eaten by a squirrel. His cummerbund had been set on fire by stray dragon flame. And his shoes—dear gods, his shoes—had already been stolen by Rosette's assassin interns as "momentum samples."
He was barefoot, disheveled, and trembling in a suit supposedly enchanted to make him "look groom-ready in all situations."
Spoiler: it didn't cover situations like "being hunted across school grounds by five armed yanderes."
Rei whimpered and hugged the tree trunk tighter.
"Why," he whispered hoarsely, "why do all fantasy worlds think a school festival needs battle royale mechanics? Where are the crepes? Where are the dumb haunted houses? WHERE ARE THE FISHING GAMES?"
