My Femboy System

I should have known the Academy would come calling eventually. You can’t skip divine lectures, dodge holy exams, and recruit half the student body into your illicit harem without raising a few eyebrows. Honestly, I’m surprised they waited this long. The letter had arrived on obsidian parchment, laced in divine wax, and smelled faintly of sandalwood and thinly veiled threats.

"Your continued absence from lectures has been noted. Failure to report by sundown shall result in expulsion."

And in tiny, handwritten scrawl at the bottom:

"Behind the gardens. Midnight. Come alone."

Obviously, is was a trap. Naturally, I was going to bring company.

Salem was less than thrilled.

"You’re sure you want to go back there?" he asked, arms crossed in the Velvet Court’s briefing chamber. His expression was a delicious cocktail of concern and resignation—the kind a mother might wear before watching her child juggle flaming daggers.

"I left unfinished gossip, half a dozen tailored outfits, and at least three deeply confused sugar daddies behind. I need closure."

"You need therapy."

"I’ll pencil it in after my new nation is created."

I picked Elian and Lysaria to accompany me, mostly because they looked good in uniform and even better out of it. Salem, meanwhile, would continue his investigation into the church’s secret chamber. The chamber beneath the ossuary had revealed signs of ancient spells, the sort that buzzed in your bones and whispered obscenities in old celestial. Whatever the hell that meant.