Velvet Royal Academy, Morning of False Hope.
For the first time in weeks, Rei had a plan. And that's not a good plan, not even a "passably decent survival strategy," but he has a plan nonetheless.
"Transfer schools," he whispered to himself, clutching the thick parchment application in trembling hands like a starving man clinging to bread.
His hair was disheveled, his tux wrinkled, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night of barricading his door against the synchronized "Good morning, Husband~" siege. But against all odds, Rei felt a strange flicker of hope.
"If I can just get out of here… move to some backwater school in the middle of nowhere… maybe I can finally breathe."
He lowered his voice, glancing left and right to make sure none of his "wives" were lurking in the shadows. Which, statistically, they were.
"…I'll enroll in the Royal Academy of Agriculture. Yes, A place where my biggest threat will be cows. Not chainsaws, spears, or divine marriage edicts. Just… cows."
