The Demon Castle had survived wars, sieges, divine smites, and one unfortunate incident involving Drakana's sneeze that turned half the western wall into glass.
But what it could not survive—was marital politics.
For weeks now, a fragile balance had existed. The "Yandere Pact."
It wasn't written, it wasn't sworn, but it was understood: none of Rei's wives would press for The First Night. Not yet. Not while they each schemed for position, poisoned soup, or tried to brainwash him with pamphlets.
But that balance was an illusion and illusions always break. It began during dinner, when Rei innocently tried to compliment everyone equally.
"This soup—uh, it tastes holy. The steak's… hot. The pastries glow nicely. Emilia's… cutting is perfect. And Lucivella's wine… isn't killing me yet."
He smiled nervously, praying that would keep the peace.
Then Lilia stood up, eyes shimmering. "Then it is clear, sisters. Tonight must be the night. Our Rei-sama is ready to accept his holy bride."
