The Royal Academy's grand festival had been chaotic enough with booths, obstacle courses, holy mascots, and suspiciously "free" wedding contracts. But none of that compared to what came next.
For in the wake of Rei's trembling declaration that Emilia was his "only sanity", the delicate balance of the yandere ecosystem collapsed.
The sun dimmed. The air thickened. Somewhere, a chicken clucked ominously before spontaneously combusting.
Rei sat at the edge of the festival forest, still wearing his torn magical tuxedo from the "Wife Hunt" event. He had tree sap in his hair, his shoelaces tied together in a cruel prank (thanks, Rosette), and the distant echo of chainsaws in his ears (thanks, Lilia).
And he had made a single, catastrophic mistake.
"I just meant—she was calm, you know?!" Rei muttered, face buried in his hands. "Normal! Not trying to stab me with a love-spear or set me on fire during hide-and-seek! Why is that so bad?!"
The [System] chimed.
