The Royal Academy of Magic had survived monster invasions, demon incursions, three separate chili cook-offs that ended in small wars, and the occasional apocalypse drill.
But nothing—nothing—prepared it for this.
"—So, let me get this straight," Rei muttered as he leaned against the infirmary's white-pillowed bed, trying to scrub the remnants of trophy dust off his shirt. "Emilia wasn't even in the finals, yet her name appeared on the winner's plaque, she won the wish, and her 'wish' was—"
"To monopolize you for an entire day," Emilia finished sweetly, seated primly beside him with her hands folded over her lap like a saint. "Uninterrupted. Peaceful. Just you and me."
Her smile was bright enough to melt glaciers. Her voice was softer than harp strings. And somehow, to Rei, it sounded like the ticking of a bomb. A nation-level bomb.
[System Notification: "Alert: Catastrophic Romance Event Detected."]
[Side Mission Unlocked: "Keep Emilia Alive For 24 Hours."]
