A teenage boy with a light blueish Japanese mash kinda hairstyle has his head down sleeping in class. He’s badly drooling all over his barely written notes. A girl tries to wake him up.

(She slightly moves his pair of dice earrings over his ear)

Sakura Nene: (whispers) Hey Sun Sun Sun-ny, whatcha doin’ sleeping so early in the day! Did’ja not sleep too well last night?

(She’s kinda a cutesy character)

Sunny Kisaragi Himeyuri Takamatsu Shindou: Uh beat it, I was up all night watching Joo(a magic sports game that’s kinda similar to baseball). I wish I was a professional Joo player already.

(He’s drooling)

(Bam! Nene smacks the back of his head with his exam papers)

Sakura Nene: Stupid, you should just get kicked outta school already! You failed another exam! How are you this stupid, stupid!

(Another guy and girl sigh watching this)

Kento Nakajima: Aye Himeyuri, shouldn’t you at least be trying to pass for year one. Don’t you want to have your wish granted-

(He’s interrupted by Rina Aizawa)

Rina Aizawa: (waving in total disagreement) No, nope, he’s as hopeless as they come. Not only is he stupid, his aptitude test always comes back less than a C grade. What was e-ven-

(she started laughing, trying to contain herself)

-your subject? Folding clothes?

Sunny: huh, you say something ya’ stupid pig? (Picking his ears, ignoring her) Time magic allows me to wash my clothes at three times the speed.

Rina: huh?

Sunny: I bet your bras and panties aren’t e-ven (all up in her face) clean with o-ne w-a-sh. lo-ser.

Rina: What a (all up in his face) l-o-ser am I right.

(Barking at each other like some dogs)

Kento: Hey hey Rina, you shouldn’t-

(he got face slapped by both of them)

-d-o this e-beryday.

Nene: Yeah (she’s giggling) Kento’s got a point you guys, (she also got slapped with trying to butt in) shouldn’t be doing this! (She rages like a mad cow, smacking the words out of both of them)

Sunny: God damn! (Falling like a three year old baby crying)

(Wah!wah! Mommy mommy!)

Rina: Sweet Ch-berry! (Sitting up in her chair like an electrocuted patient)

Rina: No momma please stop! (Hands up, pleading her innocence) I-I think I just pissed myself.

(Checking her skirt, Kento stunned but still but still tries peeking, by trying to split open Nene’s hand to see)

(Sunny on the ground frothing with excitement, Nene death glaring at Sunny and Mitsuhiro “Mitsu” Hidaka looks and laughs at all of them)

Mitsu: Hahaha you guys are just so noisy, every damn day. (He changes from smiles to disdain) Please screw off damn it.

Nene: Huh what’d you say? Am I interrupt-ing you, your highness? (While stomping on Sunny over and over like a spider)

(Mitsu sighs, paying her no mind and Sunny is yelping for joy cause he’s a masochist)

Sunny: Ah more more, Ne-Ne! (getting stomped on the face and crotch now)

Mitsu: Ah unroyalty wouldn’t understand, we royals just have too different-

(Rina grabbing him up by the collar, ready to punch him)

-of a taste.

(Nene shocked, Kento rising up to calm her down but Mitsu gently places his hand over Rina’s hand glaring at her)

Mitsu: Do you know that I can get you imprisoned and impregnated for touching me? By the dogs of this country, better yet-

(Mitsu’s whispering in her ears where no one can hear)

-I can see to it that not only do you get pregnant and give birth, but I can also be that child’s father. (Mitsu licks his lips)

(Nene’s worried from Rina’s shaking hands)

Nene: Ri-na! (As Kento grabs Rina back by her waist)

Kento: Touch her like that ever again and I’ll make sure you’ll receive a very special present befitting of a young new prince. (Kento’s smiling and then sticks out his tongue and bows in front of Mitsuhiro) Miss heroine.

Sunny: Ahn Ne-Ne. (talking like a dehydrated mummy)

Nene: Shut up stupid! (Stepping on him harder one last time)

(Sunny reaches heaven)

Mitsu: Whatever, don't be late to dinner this time. Mother was very upset about it last time. (Walks away, showing a special red envelope of privilege to the teacher)

Kento: (maintains eye contact with him until he leaves) R-ina, don’t do things like that again-

(she embraces her face in his blouser).

Rina: D-don’t hold me so closely. (Blushing, avoiding eye contact)

Nene: Right. (Getting awkward vibes)

(￣□￣」)

Yamada Ryosuke: Yo Nene, what’s-

(He’s generally confused, as he sees her toes gripping Sunny’s head like a soccer ball)

-what’s up lately.

Nene: Oh nothing. (Looking down at Sunny) Just doing some morning stretching. (Her toes are pinching Sunny’s hair stretching out his neck as she’s stretching her right leg) Oh yeah, I think I’m starting to get a little loose now.

Yamada: Haha don’t push him too hard, he might break. (Walking up to his seat in the front)

Rina: Ah oh Yama, he’s such a great catch Saki. (she calls Nene this)

Kento: Hey you're hopeless. (jealously pushing his finger into her skull)

Rina: Eyy eyy stomp ett!

>~<(She’s pouting, stretching Kento’s eyes)

The other students are talking. Some are reading magic books and discussing formulas and sharing speech lessons.

Another couple of students are talking with the class teacher about learning how to read a certain lighting mages’ bad handwriting (his bad handwriting) and how to produce lighting sparks needed for channeling lighting magic.

This school Sunny attends is the prep school of Maids (aka “the slaves”), it’s a place filled with lectures designated for young adults to prepare to take care of and please-

(yes, there is unconditional marriage, etc.)

-noblesse.

Sensei Oshaberi: ah ehm e-everyone, take your seats.

(Some boys are groaning that class is about to start, other girls are sighing)

Sensei Oshaberi: Now! C’mon c’mon e~e~everbody, yeah move mo~ve, move yo’ ba~ah~day!

(Kids start changing into they’re real seats, one girl gets the chills from his singing)

(Scrtch srcth. Everyone’s taking notes)

Sensei Oshaberi: Okay, now now, do we ask them, “Are you hungry today madam Ono” or do we say, “well now, would you like a cup of tea to warm up your appetite before dinner Ono Madam?”

(Oshaberi looking for hands raised. He looks around only to find one student lifting up another student passionately)

Sensei Oshaberi: Ah Miss Himeyuri, would you like to answer y-his o-ne-

(he has the hiccups)

-for me?

(Sunny sighing, pouting >;< at Nene’s but she’s overzealously smiling :D)

Sunny: ah yeah I think, I know that one.

Nene: ah he says he knows that one. (Giggling)

Rina: (hands tied behind her back rocking in her chair)

Oh yeah right, like he knows that one. He’s always says he knows that-

(Rina’s interrupted as she’s mimicking Sunny)

(Sunny as up in Rina’s face)

Sunny: Raise me ten silvers. And I’ll show ya’-

(Rina all animated, pulling him in by his bow tie)

Rina: I b~e~t y~ou~u don’t~t even have ten coppers. (Intensely staring him in the eyes)

(Sunny starts laughing and she lets go)

Sunny:(hysterically laughing harder now)

Hahaha I-I, I can’t even remember the last time we were this close face to face since childhood when you kissed me that one time! Hahaha, this is funny! Okay you’re on, I’m gonna~

(He’s running in place with socks on as Rina pulls back by the collar)

Rina: (whispering in his ears) Darling~

Sunny: huh? (Looking at his socks)

~please come with me.

(Finally, blowing him a kiss and dragging him off out the classroom)

(Sunny sulking, Kento laughing, Nene gasps shocked while Oshaberi is shaking)

Sunny: Please s-someone, save me. ~7.7

Oshaberi: Sa-sa-sa-sa-Sakura please c-could you-

(It’s a shame, y’all kids giving this old man a cardiac arrest at sixty somethin’ years old)

(Sakura Nene smiles at Sensei Oshaberi so cutely but he’s knows)

Sakura: Sowy Sen~sei,

(A Sakura tee-hee moment d:)

-I reall~y need ta’ copy my notes for your goof of student there. (She means copying her notes for Sunny)

Sensei Oshaberi: (scratching his head laughing) Oh yeah right, haha. My bad Sakura, you’re such a good girl. Okay class, let’s move on with the lesson. The answer was~

(Sakura sits back down, cutely smiling at Sunny’s drooled up notebook)

(If nobody noticed yet, Sakura is the real my wife is a reincarnated ghost in the flesh. But instead of your body, she wants your sanity.)

(Oshaberi teaching)

Alrighty, now, let’s git yerself ready fer some clothes tendin’ wisdom straight outta the holler. Hold on t’yer britches, ‘cause we’s bout to take a dive smack-dab inta the world o’ stitchin’, mendin’, an’ all things dressin’ fer them magic folks. Grab yer washin’ boards an’ clear yer ears—this here’s the kinda wisdom don’t come ’round but once in a blue moon!

I. Pickin’ Out Duds Fer Them Wacky Weathers

Strap yer boots an’ don yer hat,

Spring ain’t easy, I’ll tell ya that!

Summer heat? Breeze ‘em light!

Fall colors? Warm an’ tight!

Winter frost, button yer seams,

Keep ‘em cozy, snug as dreams!

Now when ya’ll’s plannin’ on what ter wear when the sky’s decidin’ ta throw all kinda nonsense at ya, ya gotta start right by knowin’ them season wibbly-wobbly times o’ year, ya hear? Don’t go jus’ grabbin’ any ol’ sack fer springtime—naw, y’need yerself a charm-licked linen cloak. Got them sprangs an’ spells fer rain dodgin’.

Fer that summa fryin’ heat, wear somethin’ so light y’barely notice it’s there, like ol’ Auntie Maud’s summer silk, cooler’n a frog’s behind in a crick. C’mon now, don’t be wearin’ them black duds unless yer fixin’ ta be roas’in like a pig at the hoedown.

When that fall breeze starts kickin’, layer like yer stackin’ hay fer winter! Browns an’ reds, that sorta thing, keeps folks in line with nature. Then when winter rolls in meaner’n a possum with rabies, ya get out them Fur n’ Manticore cloaks, lined wit’ enough warmth charms ta keep ya toastier than a moonshine burn.

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II. Mendin’ Garments Fit Fer A Warlock’s Wardrobe

Needles here an’ thread ‘em there,

Sew it tight without a care!

Charms an’ spells on stitches strong,

Keep ‘em wearin’ all day long!

Now, mendin’ ain’t somethin’ fer the faint o’ heart, an’ y’ain’t gonna git nowhere with just any ol’ needle and thread. Naw, naw, naw, git yerself a silvered needle—ain’t nuthin’ worse’n a busted needle in a dragon-thread robe. Use Phoenix feather thread fer all yer fine mendin’—an’ don’t go mismatching like them town slickers do! Match the bird ta the thread, or yer fixin’s gon’ fall apart quicker’n a two-dollar mule.

Now, once yer ready, y’gotta cast the ‘Stitch o’ Sturdiness’ on them lil’ rips n’ tears. Fer them thick robes, use the ‘Stitchin’ Smoother’ charm ta soften them bad boys right up like Granny’s biscuits fresh out the oven.

III. Color Matchin’ an’ Aura Fixins

When in doubt, match ‘em fine,

Colors keep the spells in line!

Red, green, blue, don’t be shy,

Pick the one that fits the guy!

Now, colorin’ matters more’n most folks reckon! Them colors align folks’ spells, keep their auras in check. Yer earth folks? Think browns n’ greens, like a frog in a lily patch. If yer dealin’ with a feller that’s fire-prone, give ‘em reds n’ golds so they don’t go blowin’ up like the King’s belly.

N’ if ya got a real bright blue aura walkin’ in, give ‘em some calm colors so’s they don’t go bouncin’ round like a fairy in a jar.

IV. Post-Bath Robe Wranglin’

Scrub ‘em down, rinse ‘em up,

Wrap ‘em soft in silk or cup!

Warm or cool, smooth as sin,

Dress ‘em up ‘fore they turn in!

Bath time ain’t fer jus’ washin’—it’s a whole aura reset, so ya better have some Moonblossom cotton fer them fancy types. Ain’t nothin’ smoother’n wrappin’ up in it after a good scrubbin’. Them winter folks’ll thank ya fer givin’ ‘em Felfire robes, warm n’ cozy, keeps the chills at bay without itchin’ ‘em up somethin’ fierce.

V. Pressin’ and Storin’ Magic Duds

Iron hot, oil yer pan,

Press ‘em smooth as best ya can!

Store ‘em snug, fold ‘em neat,

Keep them robes all clean an’ sweet!

Finally, when it comes ta pressin’, don’t be thinkin’ ye can just put heat on any ol’ enchanted duds! Rub yerself a lil’ Frostweed oil on the iron ‘fore ya touch anything magic, lest ya wanna blow out all the enchantments faster’n me and my wife after one night out, al’right.

(Nene’s hm hmm (ง •̀_•́)ง

When yer storein’ ‘em fer the long haul, y’better keep summer silks in them Lavender Whisp sprigs—don’t let them clothes-eatin’ fairies at ‘em, or y’ll be left with nothin’ but shreds. N’ winter cloaks? Hang ‘em in the cool, lest them insulation spells run right out like sweet~sweet O’le Fey glaze on a plate (it’s basically gravy).

Now, don’t go lookin’ at this like no simple chore, naw! Takin’ care o’ magical clothes' is an art finer than pickin’ the last piece o’ Griffcluck at Sunday supper!

(It’s basically chicken (￣□￣」)

Now, go on an’ show the world yer wardrobe ways!

(A student raises their hand telling Sensei they don’t understand)

Usagi Mochizuki: (standing up, (¬_¬)

I don’t understand anything Sensei Oshaberi Sensei. I don’t get how your explaining, could you please repeat it all over again.

Tama Tamago: (she slowly rises, she sits by the window to the left of Usagi (・_・; )

Ah um, U-U-usagi! I t-think we S-s-should just wait un-un-until-

(Tama’s shocked ( ;° д°) of

Nene’s face (╬ಠ益ಠ) )

-until class is over for some extra teachings! (Tama drops and hides under her desk

(╥﹏╥)

(Usagi looks back over her shoulder)

Usagi: (╬⌒Д⌒) hehe Sensei, would you please excuse me and Sakura.

Sakura Nene: huh? (￣◇￣; )

Sakura Nene: Did I just do something, cause she-?

Sensei Oshaberi: Ah y-yet yes, of course. Anyone and every-bodies free to go when’ they sure please. Like hell y’all are going anywhere, y’hear me dang ‘nab it!

Usagi looks at him (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Usagi: B~b~but dadd~y why not?

(Don’t look at me weird, Sensei Oshaberi is actually her father)

Sensei is frozen (´⊙ω⊙`)

(Usagi flipping her head back and forth at Sakura, each time making a different face)

(Usagi making faces)

(¬‿¬) (￣へ￣)

-did it twice-

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ (╬▔皿▔)ノ

( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ)(￣3￣)

(P^o^q)(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

-no wait, more than twice. Ugh. (￣へ￣)

(Sensei Oshaberi talking)

Alrighty, y’all, listen up now! We’re ‘bout to dive into the fine art of lookin’ after clothes in the world of magic again. So once again, y’all better keep yer ears peeled. Whether yer sewin’ up a tear, pickin’ the right duds for any weather, or fixin’ up a bath robe just right, there’s an art to it, and it don’t matter if yer a feller or a gal—good wardrobe care don’t play favorites!

I. Pickin’ Clothes for the Seasons

Now, first off, dressin’ for the weather ain’t as simple as grabbin’ a coat when it’s cold or a light shirt when it’s hot. No, no, no—when you’re dealin’ with magical folk, you gotta know what each season needs in terms o’ comfort and enchantment.

1.Spring: The springtime’s tricky, y’see. You’ll want somethin’ breathable like enchanted linen, but be sure to grab a cloak with a lil’ weather shield charm in case that spring sunshine turns to rain outta nowhere.

2.Summer: In the summer heat, go fer somethin’ light as a feather—think coolin’ silks enchanted to keep sweat at bay. Colors that don’t absorb heat, like white and pale yellows, are yer best friends here.

3.Autumn: Now, autumn’s when you start layerin’ up. Think wool vests with a lil’ heatin’ charm, but make it enchanted wool, mind you—regular ol’ wool’ll just make ‘em too hot. Colors that match the season, like brown, burnt orange, and deep green, keep folks feelin’ all cozy-like.

4.Winter: When winter hits, you’re gonna need the big guns—Manticoat fur cloaks or even some Wyvern wool. Cloaks lined with warmth charms’ll keep ‘em cozy without havin’ ‘em bundled up like a snowman. And darker colors’ll soak up any daylight warmth out there.

II. Mending Magic Garments

Next up, we got stitchin’ and mendin’, and this here’s an art all its own. Y’ain’t gonna get by with yer everyday thread and needle here.

1.Needles and Thread: When you’re fixin’ up magical duds, you’re gonna want a silver-threaded needle—it won’t break on ya halfway through a job. And always match yer thread to the fabric! If it’s Phoenix feather thread, use it on Phoenix-fabric; otherwise, the stitches’ll come apart quicker’n a buttered biscuit.

2.Sewin’ Charms: Cast yerself a ‘Thread o’ Wholeness’ charm before you start, so you catch all the little rips ‘n tears. For tough fabrics, there’s the ‘Stitcher’s Whisper’ charm—it softens ‘em up so you can sew ‘em easier.

3.Reinforcin’ with Magic: Once yer done stitchin’, cast the ‘Seal o’ Fortitude’ charm on the spot. Keeps the whole dang garment from comin’ undone if they get into a tussle or a spell goes haywire. If they’re headin’ out fer adventurin’, add a lil’ ‘Ward of Endurance’ too.

III. Color Coordination and Auras

Now, when it comes to color, it ain’t just about lookin’ nice. In the magical world, colors help balance folks’ auras and even affect their spells.

1.Matchin’ with Elements: If you’re dressin’ someone aligned with Earth, go for greens and browns. Fire-types? Reds and golds suit ‘em just right. Water folks look good in blues and silvers, and Air folks, well, they just float in them whites and light yellows.

2.Aura Matchin’: A good maid knows how to read an aura—don’t matter what yer charge’s gender, if they got a bright blue aura, try purples or greens to calm ‘em down a bit. If they’re runnin’ hot with a red aura, go fer earth tones to settle ‘em down.

3.Seasonal Colors: Spring calls for pastels, summer for brights, autumn fer those warm earthy tones, and winter fer them darker, richer hues. Not only does it keep ‘em lookin’ sharp, but it keeps their magic hummin’ along nicely too.

IV. Preppin’ Post-Bath Attire

Next, we got the bath routine. Now, this ain’t just about wrappin’ up in any ol’ robe; this is ‘bout resetin’ their aura nice ‘n clean.

1.Soft Fabrics: Have yerself some Moonblossom cotton or Snow Sprite silk robes handy. They’re soft as a cloud, keep the aura refreshed, and won’t tug at any residual magic left on their skin.

2.Robes for Each Season: In winter, y’can go with a Felfire wool robe—cozy as a campfire and keeps folks toasty without all the itchin’. For summer, a lighter Moonblossom robe’ll do, keepin’ ‘em cool and comfortable.

3.Dryin’ Techniques: Use the ‘Wind’s Caress’ charm on the duds once they’re washed, so they dry out slow ‘n even. A ‘Sunbeam’ charm’ll help fer cloaks ‘n thicker clothes when it’s cold, but keep it low so it don’t crack the fibers.

V. Pressin’ and Storagin’ Magic Clothes

Lastly, let’s get into pressin’ and storin’—don’t be skippin’ this part! Even magic duds need some TLC (Tender Love and Care).

1.Pressin’ Techniques: For enchanted stuff, always rub a lil’ Frostweed oil on the iron so the heat don’t mess up the spells. If you’re dealin’ with delicate cloth like Fairythread silk, don’t even touch it with the iron! Use the ‘Hover Heat’ spell and let the warmth glide over it.

2.Storagin’ Right: Fer seasonal storage, make sure summer silks are kept in sprigs o’ Lavender Whisp to keep them pesky fabric-gnawin’ sprites away. For winter cloaks, hang ‘em in a cool, dry place so the insulation spells don’t wear out.

Now don’t think of this here as just plain ol’ chores—this is a sacred duty! Every spell, every stitch, every color choice keeps yer charge feelin’ right and ready fer whatever the magic world throws at ‘em. Now, let’s see y’all put them new skills to use!

The professor, an old man with a twinkle in his eye and a voice like warm molasses, adjusts his spectacles and leans against his lectern, addressing his students with a grin.

Sensei Oshaberi: Well now, y’all been mighty quiet. Anybody got themselves a question? Don’t be shy now! Magic’s a tricky critter, and it’s bound to raise up some head-scratchin’. Don’t be worryin’ ’bout askin’ a fool question neither—only fool here’d be me if I didn’t teach y’all proper!

Usagi: Um Sensei, I still don’t-

Sensei Oshaberi: Silence studies!

(╯°□°）╯

(Angrily pointing at Usagi)

(Usagi sits back down (￣ε￣＠)

Oshaberi: Okay anyone, any more questions? (ノ^o^)ノ

(Usagi turns he heads looking at Tama

(╥﹏╥)

Tama: Don’t mind it, when he’s teaching. I’m sure your papa still woves you~

Usagi: R-really? (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)

(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

~very much, really. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Usagi: Really really? (つ﹏⊂)

Tama: Uh yeah, r-eally really.

(；^ω^）

Tama: I think so, probably.

(￢_￢;)

Usagi: (・へ・)

Usagi: No no no no, T~a~ama!

｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡ 。゜゜(>ヘ＜)゜゜。

(Tama pats Usagi’s head, meanwhile Oshaberi explaining about why earthy fall colors wouldn’t go with summer but might match well with spring; to another student up at his magic board:

(The student takes a peek at Usagi and Tama) (｡•́︿•̀｡)

(Usagi blowing her nose on Tama’s sleeve)

(っ´Д｀)っ🤧 (꒪⌓꒪;)

(The student and Oshaberi)

👴(・_・;) (ﾟдﾟ)

Oshaberi: Hey, pay attention! 👴( ￣д￣)ノ(╯︵╰,)

(As Professor Oshaberi accidentally splashes water out from his magic teaching wand) 👴(￣▽￣; )💦

(The class resumes)

(Meanwhile inside the academy’s girls bathroom)

(Rina’s holding Sunny hostage against the bathroom mirror, on the sink by his bow tie again)

Rina: W~what are you aiming for, s-as-saying stuff like that all in front of everybody? (｡>﹏<｡)

(Note: this town is relatively small with a population of five hundred or less. So basically, everybody knows everybody ‘rounds here. Heck, probably even ‘knows your butt birthmark.)

Sunny: (whispering in Rina’s ear) Rina, you should know, ‘what I’m aiming for.

(As he softly nibbles her left ear) (⌐■_■)

Rina’s mind draws a blank

ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ

Rina: W-what are, you-u doing? We aren’t little kids anymore.

(As she hold both of Sunny’s hand back against the wall)

(They both stare at each other, Rina’s annoyed though)

(¬д¬。)/ (⌒_⌒;)

(Sunny looks down seeing Rina’s bra color because she always leaves her top two shirt buttons undone in the winter)

(Also, the bra color is (p^ω^)

(Note: The Academy blasts the Pyroburn throughout the whole winter season. (basically a furnace))

(Sunny looking away)

Rina on the inside(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

Rina: (breathes in, then out) haa c’mon, what color is it this time. (⌒‿⌒)

Sunny: (¬‿¬) (leaning over and whispering in Rina’s again)

Sunny: it’s (p^ω^) (as he licks the inside of her ear this time)

Rina’s angel of purity has left the chat (✿´‿`)

Rina has ascended (｡♥‿♥｡)

Rina’s demon of lust has entered the chat.

(Bam Twack wham pop-pin ting ting dink dink slam crash)

(Sprshh yes, the sink apparently got turned on. Anyway, how is everyone's day today?)

(Punch punch twack bang thud knock angry birds more sound effects)

(Kids in the first floor start hearing ominous yelps coming from the directions of the bathrooms)

(During class)

Students: hey, did you guys hear that?

Student: huh?(・。・; )

Student: Hear what?( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)

Student: yeah I, I heard it too.

( ･᷄д･᷅)

Student: It sounded like a dragon.

Student: Hwat, hahaha! A d~ragon?(≧▽≦)

Student: Dint ‘be silly Cha~ (°▽°)F

(The Unseen Sunny in the distance howling: Rragh! Aaahh, Soooommm~oneeee help meee!)

(Eventually Sunny ends up back in his seat wearing halfway torn up blaser, his undershirt is covering his face like a Halloween mask, missing his top three shirt buttons, no bow tie, and hickeys all over his neck)

(Also his messy hair is way now mostly folded on one side)

(Rina is also back, just looking in her magic mirror; reapplying creative arts magic to her lips) (✿◠‿◠)

(Basically makeup, using Fae Sugarmelon juice as a coloring liquid. This liquid is combined with lemon, cinnamon, potash starch, and other flavors for certain makeup types)

Kento: Uh um, what the-

(Nene still smiling at Sunny mesmerized)

(✿◠‿◠)

Nene: Hey Sunny-

-the happened

Sunny: Don’t. No, I don't wanna go to Tomohisa’s playroom today. I’m-

(He looks back at Rina)

Rina: Hwell~o, Darling. (✿◠‿◠)

-just going to go home today. (×_×;)

(Dandelion Village, house of Sunny)

This is a story about a magician and several other characters. It begins in a place called Dandelion Village, where the most important things are the selling of beautiful dandelions and education for those aspiring to become a noble’s chef. Our focus is on a young man named Sunny.

Sunny shivered as the winter breeze bit through his clothes. “Jeez, it’s f-freezing! Could my fingers fall off from frostbite… or is that just me?” Despite the chill, he smiled. The golden dandelions, which still bloomed even in winter, stretched across the fields, their resilient beauty a symbol of the village’s pride. Nothing beats watching the sun rise over the frost-covered flowers in late November, even if it came with the risk of turning into a human popsicle. In just a couple of weeks, Sunny will begin tutoring for culinary etiquette classes. He’s already—

“Hey! Sunny! What are you doing out there? Trying to turn yourself into a frozen statue for the village square?” Haruka shouted, hands on her hips shaking her head.

“Huh? What’re you talkin’ about? It’s not even—” His words were cut off as Haruka lunged forward, wrapping a scarf around his neck so aggressively it was like she was trying to mummify him. “Gah! What, you trying to choke me into warmth?”

“See? Now you’re warm, dumb dumb,” she grinned, tugging the scarf like she was trying to tie a leash on him.

“There, much better. Now you won’t die of stupidity,” Haruka snickered, giving his cheek a quick pinch before letting him go.

“Hey. Aren’t you ever afraid of them?” she asked, her tone suddenly serious.

“Who? The nobles?” Sunny scoffed. “Please.”

Haruka looked at him, as if waiting for something more. Everyone in the village knew what had happened to Chikai, their older brother—the cruelty the nobles had shown him. And yet, Sunny still refused to hate them, still spoke of his dreams to work under them.

“I’m never giving up magic, Haru. You hear me? Never!” Sunny declared with way more drama than necessary, pulling a flower stem from his mouth like it was some fancy pipe. Even as the words left his mouth, doubt lingered at the edges of his mind. What if the nobles never accepted him? What if he was destined to be nothing more than a village servant? No—he wouldn’t allow himself to think that way. He had to keep moving forward, no matter what. “One day, I’ll be casting spells and cooking soufflés like it’s nothing. You’ll see.”

“Great, just don’t set the kitchen on fire while you’re at it,” Haruka teased.

Haruka burst into laughter. “Hahaha, yeah, right. I guess that makes both of us, huh?”

Sunny grinned. “Yeah, it’s a promise.” He extended his hand to pull her up.

“But, hmm. First, you should probably start by cleaning up after the pigs… unless you want them to start calling you their new roommate,” Haruka teased with a sly smirk. “Though, they might just like you better, all dirty.”

Sunny’s eyes remained bright and full of dreams, even for someone destined to become a noble’s servant. Not even pig feces could dampen his determination.

“Sunny! Sunny! You can’t escape forever!” Haruka shouted, chasing after him as he bolted toward the fields, laughing. “I swear, you run from chores faster than you run from the village girls trying to marry you!”

As Sunny disappeared into the fields, Haruka sighed, watching him go. “Always running from something,” she muttered, shaking her head. She glanced toward the sun, wondering how much longer they’d have before their lives became something more than just a series of chores and dreams.

(Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Zenra, at the Castle of Inanna)

“So, you’re saying this dandelion wine is cheaper than grape wine but tastes like a mother’s warm embrace?” said Prince Ichiro with a smirk.

He was a tall man, his bleached golden hair styled in a kimikura cut, wearing a blue and gold embroidered robe that shimmered in the light.

“Yes, my lord,” replied the woman standing beside him, her long, angelic white hair flowing down her back. “For over seventy years, we have sought out their wines and incorporated their centuries-old culinary craftsmanship, dating back to the era of the second lord.”

“Ah, is that so? And here I am, the eighth lord, feeling like I’ve missed the party entirely. Hahaha,” Ichiro laughed, taking a sip from his cup.

“Haha, don’t feel left out, my lord,” the woman said softly. “You are still the first in my heart and destined to claim Zenra’s crown in this golden age.” She raised her glass and drank alongside him, her gaze steady and calm.

“My son, any news from the Kingdom of Hinkoku? Or has your brother Yasuo finally run off to join a circus?” Kazuhiko reclined on the bed, the silk curtains of his chamber swaying with the light winter breeze seeping through the cracked window. The smell of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of cedar from the fire in the hearth. The soft crackle of the fire in the hearth was the only sound that interrupted the stillness of the room. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting Zenra’s royal lineage, their colors muted in the flickering glow of the embers. The flickering shadows danced along the polished stone floor, giving the room an otherworldly stillness. He looked as though he were contemplating whether ruling a kingdom or napping all day would be a better career choice.

“Father, I barely have time to worry about my own reflection, let alone my brother,” Ichiro said, trying to sound more bored than bothered. “Besides, Yasuo has a way of being… Yasuo.”

“My lord, I could—” a voice began, only for Ichiro to cut them off with a dramatic wave. “Could, would, should. Can someone get me a ‘done’ already?”

“Yes, sir,” replies an attendant. “My lady this is something my father and I must have arranged,” Ichiro said with a dismissive wave.

Kazuhiko was a wise king… at least that’s what the portraits liked to show. In reality, he had a knack for treating world politics like a game of high-stakes chess, and his favorite move was to sacrifice pieces in order to take other pieces out of the game. His own family. World peace and family drama, all before lunch.

“Do you know why we call the Kingdom of Kibōkyo, Hinkoku, my son?” Kazuhiko asked, his gaze so intense Ichiro wondered if this was going to end in a lecture—or a staring contest.

Ichiro froze, caught off guard by his father’s intensity, like a deer realizing it had wandered straight into a lion’s dinner party. His mind flashed back to that winter—his poor brother shivering outside while he stayed cozy inside, surrounded by lackeys and women whose only job seemed to be boosting his already oversized ego. If ego inflation were a sport, Ichiro would have had a gold medal that night.

“Is… is it because of their lack of discipline, and—” Ichiro stammered, only to be cut off.

“Confidence,” Kazuhiko interrupted sharply. “They’re weak, timid, and docile—easy to kill. Why? Because love saves too many. Why? Because pain is easier to endure if love still lingers in the heart. If hope still whispers to your ear, if warmth surrounds you when you’re feeling cold, if food and drink are within reach… you shall grow—”

Ichiro finally snapped. “Damn it, Father! To be cursed and forsaken! Have you forgotten Mother, Grandmother, and—” His voice wavered, frustration knotting in his chest. The memories of his mother’s laughter and his grandmother’s warm hands flickered briefly, but in Kazuhiko’s world, they were nothing more than casualties of ambition. Did they even matter anymore?

A grunt from his father silenced him.

Kazuhiko’s gaze softened for just a moment—a flicker of doubt passing through his usually impenetrable mask. He had trained himself to be cold, to make sacrifices for the greater good, but when he looked at Ichiro, a part of him still saw the little boy who had once clung to his mother’s robes.

“Don’t be so short-sighted, Ichi,” Kazuhiko warned, his voice low and measured, as though he were speaking from a place far removed from the present. The weight of his words hung between them, like a veil neither could pierce. Ichiro’s throat tightened, but he kept his gaze locked onto the floor, refusing to meet his father’s eyes. What would be the point? Nothing he said would matter, not when his father had already made up his mind. “You never know how long your dreams will take… or worse, who you’ll lose while you’re busy chasing them. And don’t think I haven’t noticed—you’re not the delicate type. You might be sweet like your mother, but even sweets go bad eventually. And if you don’t take your place on the throne, well, let’s just say your days might be a little… shorter.” With that, he turned and left, his footsteps sounding like a man who really enjoyed a good stay.

Ichiro sat in silence, his father’s words echoing through his mind. The weight of his responsibilities pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. The crown that would one day be his felt like a burden rather than a prize.

*** (Kingdom of Zenra, Prince Ichigo’s chambers)

Later that afternoon, Ichiro lay in bed, his thoughts gnawing at him like a relentless itch. The weight of his indecision pressed down on his chest. How could he be a leader if he couldn’t even make a simple choice to kill for the sake of his kingdom? He glanced at Amy, her steady breathing a comfort he didn’t deserve. If only things were as simple as they were when they were children… but life wasn’t simple anymore, and neither was his future. The thought gnawed at him—the idea that he couldn’t bring himself to kill someone he’d never met, someone who loved another he had never known. His head rested on Amy’s chest, his thoughts adrift.

“Amy, what am I to you? And what are you to me but a flower I wish to eternally admire?” he said, leaning in to take a playful sniff at her armpit, only to be interrupted by a sharp, chastity-protecting squeeze at his groin.

“Ow! Okay, I get it… not today, huh?” he winced.

Amy chuckled. “Nope, not today.”

“A flower, huh? Well, to me, you’re just my boyfriend. Not a prince, not a hero, and definitely not a flower—just someone who still owes me dinner,” she smiled.

Ichiro pouted slightly. “So, you’re just playing with me, huh? Guess even Prince Charming can’t be too careful with love.”

“What does love mean to you, Ichiro? Do—” she began but was quickly cut off.

Ichiro had a habit of interrupting those he felt closest to. To him, true connection, whether with a person or something more intangible, was bliss.

“Love, Ichi, is a beautiful thing. To have friends, to have family you can share your dreams with,” echoed a voice from his memory—his mother’s.

“When I’m king, I’m going to do good for everyone, and I’ll throw a big party for fun,” a younger Ichiro had said, full of dreams.

“And when that time comes, don’t forget to smile big and thank everyone for being there,” she had said with a warm smile.

“Yeah, I will—” Ichiro suddenly winced, rubbing his head as if struck by a sharp pain.

“Hey! Stop zoning out, my lord—” Amy began but was immediately pulled into a firm, affectionate embrace.

“Wait, wait! Not today, Ichiro,” she gasped, squirming beneath him. “If you press me any harder, I’ll be as flat as one of your failed soufflés—and we both know you like a little more bounce than that.”

“Nope, not today. Today, Amy is going to be the Amy I know… or at least the one that doesn’t try to strangle me,” Ichiro teased, leaning in and brushing his lips over her neck. “Or are you trying to get me used to being tied up?”

Amy wasn’t just Ichiro’s maid; she was his childhood friend. Their bond stretched back to the days when they bathed together as children, and now they were tied together by the Agreement of Nations, a treaty forged during the demon wars, magician calamities, and the spirit whispers. The treaty was established by the second prince’s son of the 25th lord, Fujiwara Takakage of the Takakage Dynasty, and the second lord Masakazu Matsukawa of the Matsukawa Dynasty.

Kings, lords, and nobles often rose and fell quickly—sometimes due to personal greed, treason, or disrespect, and sometimes simply by death’s hand.

Aimée Châteaufort was not just Ichiro’s confidante; she was also his sworn knight—and sometimes, his personal disciplinarian, whenever he got out of line. The prestigious families of Châteaufort, Geumho, Jīnfēng, Fēnghuáng, Roisoleil, and Fujiwara made up the Wings of Peace in this century, an imperial coalition sworn to maintain order.

“If only that were true, we wouldn’t be here today,” remarked the sixteenth Queen of the Báiyún Dynasty.

(Báiyún palace, one of the four Holy Temples of Calamity)

“Well, it’s only because you stubbornly refuse to remarry,” replied the princess of the Qīngliú, casually sipping her tea.

Xiaoyun, Queen of Báiyún, had married young. She had given birth to twin sons at sixteen and a daughter at nineteen, all in the name of securing her lineage. Yet, at twenty-eight, she still longed for true love. Xiaoyun’s mind drifted back to the days before she had married, barely sixteen and full of life chasing dreams. She had done everything for her family, for her kingdom, but in all the years of sacrifice, where had her heart gone? Was she even capable of love anymore, or had she traded it away for duty long ago? Her people adored her, her villages would lay down their lives for her, and she was known as one of the world's most skilled fighters in the warrior arts. She was even feared for her slayed of three whole kingdoms in only three years. The name the people gave her, “God’s Angel”. The name her victims gave her, “The Female Wendigo” Wendigo’s are known for their excessive lust for gluttonous behavior of feast on the dead and devouring they pray in the midst of battle.

“Though your Mitt Knocking and Kicking are ranked at the mere Procrastination class,” the princess teased, but her humor was cut short by Xiaoyun’s fist splintering through the wooden wall beside her.

(Class ranks are just strength tests taken and people accordingly adjust ratings by proctor and competition. Ranks for warrior arts go in order of Bumbler, Fluffy Bunny, Mediocre Marvel, Battle Brawler, Grumpy Guardian, Dramatic Duelist, Devilish Trickster, Master of Procrastination, and Divine Daydreamer. And yes, I’m serious about this.)

“That being said… I-I think y-you—” the princess stammered, her voice trembling as Xiaoyun stood over her, radiating barely contained fury.

“Rongliu, I’m really not in the mood for your tasteless jokes today,” Xiaoyun growled, her voice so cold you’d think she had winter in her lungs.

“A-ah, yes, of course,” Rongliu stammered, suddenly regretting every life choice that led her to this very moment.

These two had been everything to one another—friends, enemies, lovers, and rivals. They’d even been intimate more times than either could count. And yet, despite all they had shared, neither had truly confessed their deepest feelings. Even through marriages and divorces, Xiaoyun’s thoughts always found their way back to Rongliu—mainly wondering whose lap she was warming and why it wasn’t hers. After all, no one knew better than Xiaoyun how those curves could fit perfectly in her arms… or her lap. As for Rongliu, her curiosity always led her to strange places—usually hungry, hurt, and wondering how fate could send Xiaoyun stranger after stranger knocking on her doorsteps, begging for a chance to sit on her lap. All of them, being fed such warm plates of food while she got left with heartache and empty promises.

(She’s referring to kings, queens, lords, warriors, merchants and all types of people coming to or onto Xiaoyun. Be it for money, love, property, fame or power.

“So… are you getting married again, or am I going to have to drag you back to bed and remind you why that’s a bad idea?” Rongliu said with a mischievous grin, trying to mask the jealousy in her voice.

“And will you be at the wedding… or the funeral?” Xiaoyun teased, giving a sly grin. “Because honestly, with how things are going, either’s a solid option.

“A-ah?! I-I thought we agreed—no more games or skinship!” Rongliu stammered, crossing her arms defensively.

(Xiaoyun putting down her paperwork and walking over to Rongliu)

“Well, I’m always here for you, whenever you need me,” Xiaoyun whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace before she could protest.

“You know,” Xiaoyun teased, nuzzling her, “You smell like a stray cat… but in a way that makes me wonder if I should give you a good… cleaning.

(Xiaoyun lifting up Rongliu’s hair and gently clasping them back together in her hands as she leans forward whispering into each of Rongliu’s ears)

Maybe, I’ll start with those ears and work my way down.” Xiaoyun teased, leaning in closer. She smiled, but the weight of unspoken questions lingered between them. Could they ever be what they once were? As their lips met, the doubt crept in, gnawing at the edges of her mind. How much longer could they keep playing this dangerous game before it all unraveled? All of this happens just as Xiaoyun captured Rongliu’s lips in a passionate kiss.