Rei Velvet had endured a lot of mornings.
Mornings where Drakana roasted his blankets mid-slumber. where Seraphina dropped holy water on his forehead like he was some kind of sleepwalking demon. where Rosette stood silently at his bedside, staring at him like a gargoyle until he woke up. where Emilia tripped, spilled tea all over his chest, and apologized while he drowned in scalding politeness.
But this morning… this one… was worse. Because instead of simple chaos, politics had decided to invade his cornflakes.
The dining hall was full, not of breakfast chatter, but of battle hymns. A choir—an actual choir—was rehearsing in the corner, wearing pristine white robes stitched with golden thread. They sang verses like:
"One true love! One true heart!
Faithful harems fall apart!"
Rei sat frozen over his cereal bowl, tears dripping into the milk. "…Why does my life sound like a cursed church musical?"
[System Notification: Good morning, User Rei!]
[New Day, New Disaster.]
