The Velvet Academy Dining Pavilion was supposed to be a serene morning retreat. Sunlight spilled across high-arched windows. Birds sang outside in carefully curated magical trees. The smell of butter, honey, and cinnamon floated through the air, accompanied by the soft clinking of noble students pretending they weren't still traumatized from last night's semi-finals propaganda circus.
At the center of this idyllic calm sat Rei, who was, as always, already sweating bullets.
"Why do I feel like this table is a landmine?" he muttered, eyeing the silverware as though each spoon might explode.
Emilia, seated across from him, smiled sweetly—the kind of sweet that made Rei suspect cyanide was hidden somewhere in the sugar bowl. "Relax, Rei. It's just breakfast."
[System Advisory: "Correction. Statistically speaking, breakfast is the most dangerous meal for hosts with multiple yandere wives. 83% of recorded homicides occur before 10 a.m. Probability of survival: … don't ask."]
