Wow. You clicked the Foreword.
Gold star for you. Really.
Since you're clearly one of the elite few who actually read these things, let me give it to you straight:
This isn't a blood-soaked dark fantasy.
Not yet.
Volume One is more… "magic school shenanigans with trauma sprinkles." You'll get awkward social interactions, suspiciously competent baking, talking sword skills (yes, really), and a protagonist who looks like he belongs on a dating sim cover but acts like he's speedrunning survival.
There will be danger. Eventually.
There will be secrets. Definitely.
There might even be feelings. Ugh.
But for now? Think slice-of-life.
If you're here for instant death cults and eldritch horror, you're gonna have to wait a few chapters. Patience is a virtue. Or a curse. Whatever.
Still here? Cool. You might just be chaotic enough to enjoy this ride.
If not? The back button is right there.
No ritual required.
—The Author, regrettably responsible for all of this