The Royal Academy Grand Arena had seen centuries of battles. Kings dueled here. Heroes clashed against demons. Gods themselves once split the sky in this very place.
But none of those legendary moments had been as terrifying, confusing, or absurd… as what had just happened with Emilia.
The polite, quiet, "please-don't-mind-me" Emilia.
The girl who couldn't walk down a hallway without apologizing to the wallpaper.
The girl who, by tripping, had turned Baltazar the Unbreakable—an S-rank archmage instructor, rumored to have once arm-wrestled a titan—into what looked suspiciously like a decorative stain in the ground.
The crater still smoked and the medics still sobbed.
And the spectators? Half of them prayed. Half of them cheered. And the other half were writing Emilia's name on tiny marriage contracts they were flinging into the arena.
Rei clutched his head in disbelief.
