Warmth. That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.
The room was lit with a soft morning glow, filtered through pale curtains that swayed gently with the breeze.
Synthia lay beside , one arm draped over my chest, her head resting just below my shoulder. Her breath was steady, soft against my skin. Her crimson hair was a gentle ss, strands curling over her face like threads of fla.
I smiled.
"You’re doing it again," she murmured.
"What?"
"Staring like I’m going to disappear."
I shifted to look at her. Her eyes were half-lidded, sleepy but focused. "Can you bla ? I’ve got a beautiful woman in my arms who would kick through a wall if I make a wrong joke."
She narrowed her eyes, amused. "Then don’t make a wrong joke."
"Impossible. Dumb jokes are how I show affection."
She snorted softly and turned her face into my chest. "You’re lucky I like you."
(Affection 3. Current Affection: 86/100. CP 6000) (Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 1000)
We stayed like that for a while. No rush. No obligations. Just two people resting in the warmth of each other.
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The next three days passed like a dream.
We didn’t train. Didn’t prepare for war. We just... lived. I took her to the crystal grove that shimred under moonlight. We swam in the lake where the water glowed softly when touched. We lay under trees and talked about everything and nothing. I sang to her frequently. Singing songs from my previous life, beneath the sun.
We cooked together. I handled the fire and spice. She mocked my stirring technique but still quietly morized everything when she thought I wasn’t looking.
She wore my shirt. Not her battle armor. Not her robes. Just... a shirt. Her hair was tied up loosely, and she walked barefoot through the grass like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Why do you keep looking at like that?" She asked, catching staring.
"How could I not, when I have such a beautiful milf next to who loves ." I said smugly.
She didn’t respond.
But she smiled.
(Affection 4. Current Affection: 90/100. CP 8000) (Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 2000)
With only two days left for the Academy’s entrance exam we stepped through the portal at dawn, arriving outside Elondor—the city nearest to Nelix Academy. Morning fog curled through the cobbled streets. Mages in crisp uniforms hurried by. Airships floated silently overhead. It was all so alive.
Synthia stayed close. Her crimson eyes darted everywhere, absorbing the life she hadn’t seen in centuries. I caught her smiling at a little boy chasing a flying paper dragon.
(Affection 2. Current Affection: 92/100. CP 4000) (Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 1500)
We browsed shops. She gravitated toward old books and enchanted jewelry. I bought her a crimson-glass hair ornant. She rolled her eyes but wore it anyway.
"You’re hopeless," she said.
"And yet, charming."
(Affection 1. Current Affection: 93/100. CP 2000) (Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 1000)
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[Synthia’s POV]
It was strange, seeing the world again.
Not through the lens of war, power, or duty—but simply as a woman walking beside soone she trusted.
The city of Elondor buzzed with life. Children chased wind-kites through floating plazas, spell-lights danced between lanterns, and laughter echoed in the air like music. I didn’t rember cities being like this. Or maybe I’d never noticed.
The noise. The motion. The scent of fresh bread and ink and old parchnt. Children running. rchants shouting. For centuries, I’d slept in the void, frozen in pain and mory. Now, everything was warm and overwhelming.
But what struck most was him.
Ravin.
He kept turning to , watching my face every ti I reacted to sothing new. He didn’t rush. He didn’t pull through crowds like I was a shadow. He matched my steps.
He walked with such ease, with that ever-present smirk, saying things like, "That book matches your eyes," and, "Only a goddess like you could make a back alley glow."
I hated how much I liked it.
He held my hand, teased , bought trinkets. When I lingered at a music stall, he bought a crystal flute—just because I said it looked nice.
When I got a little happy at a perfu seller’s complint, he leaned in and whispered, "They’re not wrong, you know."
When I got overwheld by the crowd, he took my hand.
We found a small terrace cafe by the river, where floating lilies danced atop the water.
"You’re quiet," he said, sipping sothing sweet.
"I’m watching," I replied.
"?"
"The world. But also you." I smiled faintly. "You’re... different here. Softer. Brighter."
He leaned back, mock-offended. "You saying I was brooding and grumpy in the realm?"
"I’m saying you’ve changed. And so have I."
He reached across the table, taking my hand again, and kissed it.
"You deserve happiness, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
I blushed, but said nothing.
(Affection 2. Current Affection: 95/100. CP 6000) (Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 3000)
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[Ravin’s POV]
After lunch, a crowd gathered in the central plaza.
A floating stage hovered above a polished square. Enchanted instrunts shimred into view, available for anyone willing to perform.
I cracked my knuckles.
"You’re not seriously..." Synthia started.
"Oh, I am."
The mont I stepped onto the stage, silence fell. A soft wind brushed the banners overhead. I found the piano—enchanted to glow under touch—and sat.
Synthia stood at the edge of the square, arms folded, but her eyes followed every movent.
I played.
A soft lody. Not loud. Not proud. Just... heartfelt.
Then I sang:
"No heroes in my story, No crown above my na, But still I keep on walking, Through fire, grief, and fla.
If love could be a weapon, Then you would be my sword, A light I found in silence, A truth without a word."
When I finished, no one clapped right away.
They were still.
Breathless.
Then, the applause ca. Flowers rained from the balcony ledges. Children laughed. And Synthia—
She smiled.
Not a smirk. Not a cold, composed nod. A smile. Soft and open and real.
(Affection 2. Current Affection: 97/100. CP 6000) (Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 3000)
While everyone was clapping, soone else stood completely still.
Near the edge of the crowd, a girl with long silver hair and golden eyes locked eyes with . Her irises shimred with sothing wild—recognition, awe... and sothing far more dangerous.
Tears welled in her eyes.
She clutched the edge of her sleeve tightly, like holding herself together. Her breathing was unsteady, as if the song had unraveled sothing deep inside her.
She whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear:
"I finally found you."
Pixia stirred in my mind.
(New Waifu Flag Triggered. Affection 50. CP 160,000)
(Emotional Resonance 30. CP 150,000)
(Affection Total: 120/100. Yandere level: Bat-shit crazy for you.)
(Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 1,000,000)
"⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ "
"What the actual fuck!" I ntally scread. While, I stood still at the stage with a lost expression staring at that girl.
Seeing like this Synthia’s gaze flicked toward the girl, her eyes narrowing. A quiet tension filled the air.
(Host... this is either the start of a romance arc or a murder arc. Possibly both. I wish you for your survival.)
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[Synthia’s POV]
He sang.
And I understood.
Everything he was, he poured into those notes. That song wasn’t for the crowd. It wasn’t even for . It was just... him. And the mont I saw that girl in the crowd, I knew what I was up against.
A girl who looked at him with obsession so strong even I was taken aback for a mont. It was like she had waited lifetis for this mont.
I gripped the edge of my sleeve, holding back the wave of irrational jealousy surging through .
But then he looked at .
And smiled.
And just like that, I wasn’t afraid.
(Affection 3. Current Affection: 100/100. CP 15,000)
(YANDERE LEVEL 1: Activated. Synthia is now possessive. Warning: subtle stalking and mild threats imminent.)
(Waifu Happiness Detected. Bonus CP 5000)
That night, in the inn by the lake, he held my hand.
We didn’t talk about the girl.
We didn’t need to.
Because tomorrow, the academy would begin.
And I would not let anyone take him from .
[Ravin’s POV]
Later that night, as I sat by the window with the moonlight spilling across the floor, the communication crystal flickered softly.
Alicia’s voice ca through, quiet and sweet.
"Ravin... you’re safe, right? I just had a weird feeling today. Like... soone was trying to steal you."
I smiled faintly.
"I’m fine, Alicia. Just taking a walk before the academy starts."
She was quiet for a mont, then whispered:
"Good. Because if soone tries to take you, Ravin... I won’t forgive them."
The orb dimd.
(Affection 2. Alicia: 102/100. CP 10,000. YANDERE LEVEL 2: Alicia is becoming increasingly unstable.)
This was happening while the girl from earlier was staring at across her room, which was face to face with mine with a lost and obsessed expression.
(How are you going to survive this, Host?)
"... Everything will be fine right?... Right????? Answer Pixia!"
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A/N:
Let tell you how Ravin gains CP. Until 80 affection points, every single one is worth 1000 CP, from 80-95 every affection points gives 2000 CP and from 95-100 each point gives 3000 CP. Beyond 100 every point is worth 5000 CP. At 100 affection points, a waifu becos a basic yandere. Also if you are confused why that silver haired girl gave so many CP, I will explain the reason in the future Chapters but her affection points were already 70 before she t Ravin. Hope this clears up so misunderstandings.
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