Royal Magic Academy Training Grounds — 6:00 a.m.
Rei's soul was already heavy with despair before the rooster crowed. Mostly because the rooster had been replaced by Drakana's morning battle scream, which rattled the windows and set every student's alarm wards into panic mode.
"RISE AND BURN, MAGGOTS! TRAINING BEGINS NOW!"
Rei crawled out of bed, one sock missing, pajama shirt halfway unbuttoned, muttering, "Why… why does every day here start like a military coup…?"
But today wasn't about him. Today was about Emilia. Poor, sweet Emilia—his only declared "sanity"—who had tragically become the newest target of the collective Wife Faction's homicidal creativity.
And Drakana? Oh, she had taken it personally.
