The morning sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of Royal Magic Academy, casting rainbow beams across the desks of Class 1-S. Birds chirped. Mana sparkled in the air. A tranquil, scholarly atmosphere permeated the classroom like a rare, endangered flower.
Rei lay slumped over his desk, dead-eyed and spiritually bankrupt.
"Three assassination attempts this week," he muttered into his notebook. "Two were pillow-related. One was a trap disguised as breakfast. This is not sustainable."
[System Notice: It's only Monday.]
[You still have 4.5 assassination attempts remaining today.]
"Thanks," Rei growled.
[You're welcome. Please remember to scream in moderation.]
The door opened and a soft breeze blew in and with it came doom in a skirt.
"Hi! Is this seat taken?"
