The chapel should have been a sanctuary of peace. A place of solemn hymns, whispered prayers, and the faint smell of incense. Instead, it was a trap disguised as religious devotion—one orchestrated by none other than Princess Seraphina, High Priestess of "holy melodrama" and undisputed CEO of passive-aggressive love ballads.
Rei knew something was wrong the moment he and Emilia stepped through the great oak doors. The air felt charged. The stained-glass windows glowed not with soft sunlight but with an ominous shimmer, like they had been juiced with magical steroids. The nuns weren't quietly sweeping or humming lullabies—they were lined up in perfect formation, glaring with the force of several unpaid tax collectors.
And then they sang. "Hymn of Betrayal♪" they chorused, voices harmonizing with such precision that Rei's ears actually rang.
Rei flinched. "No, absolutely not. I did not sign up for a musical interrogation."
