Surviving marriage in yandere world-Chapter 51: The Five Fiancées Declaration

The sun rose peacefully over the Kingdom of Aurelia.

For a few blissful seconds, birds chirped their merry tunes. Flowers opened their dewy petals toward the heavens. Bees buzzed with purpose. The castle kitchens bustled with breakfast preparations—fluffy scones, elderflower syrup, roasted ham slices, and at least one flaming pan someone forgot to extinguish.

The castle staff moved with the casual anxiety of people who lived under the same roof as five ticking love bombs.

In the throne room, nobles whispered politics. In the garden, gardeners avoided the eastern wing ever since the dragon girl turned a hedge maze into a lava training circuit. In the royal library, scholars tried to decode the seventh love poem titled "Why His Elbow Is Proof We Are Destined."

Everything, bizarrely, was normal.

Until—

BOOM.

The massive front gates of the royal palace didn’t creak open.They were kicked open.

Simultaneously by five different women.

"WE DEMAND A ROYAL WEDDING!"

Their voices merged in perfect, terrifying harmony.

A tremor ran through the palace.

Chandeliers rattled and doves fainted mid-flight. A noblewoman screamed and dropped her teacup—shattering both porcelain and propriety. The palace pianist collapsed into a fainting couch and whispered, "It’s happening again..."

The court mage choked on his tea and vanished into another dimension out of pure survival instinct.

Because standing in the entrance were five figures bathed in the divine light of murderous commitment:

Seraphina, the elven princess, her eyes burning with calculated passion and a scroll of wedding logistics that reached the floor.

Drakana, glowing with residual magma heat, casually flexing while balancing a flaming bouquet of swords.

Rosette, the emotionless maid, holding a dagger in one hand and a velvet box in the other.

Lilia, serene and terrifying, with a holy glow around her and a cursed scroll tied in sacramental ribbons.

Lucivella, floating an inch above the ground, a smile like a falling guillotine. Shadows swirled at her feet.

They advanced in unison like a bridal war march.

Meanwhile... Inside a Barrel of Pickled Turnips

Rei Everhart, twenty-year-old duke’s son, reincarnated office worker, and recent accidental fiancé to five volatile yanderes, sat curled inside a wooden barrel marked "Pickled Turnips – For Diplomatic Gifting Only."

He had been there for six hours.

Six eternities of damp, salty confinement. Six hours of praying no one had supernatural scent detection.

Spoiler: At least three of them did.

His only companions were pickled turnips, existential regret, and the muffled voice of the system in his brain.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Congratulations! You have reached Peak Plot Progression.]

[Five Fiancées have submitted official marriage requests. Panic Level among Nobles: 87%.]

[Your Stealth Level has failed against "Yandere Nose Perk."]

[Would you like to upgrade your "Death-Faking Techniques"? Y/N]

Rei let out a silent, soul-deep scream.

He pressed his forehead against a turnip and whispered, "I should’ve just stayed dead..."

The Royal Throne Room – 9:03 A.M.

Golden sunlight filtered through stained-glass windows depicting scenes of past kings triumphing in battle, slaying dragons, or—ironically—fleeing from women with wedding contracts.

The five yandere queens stood before the full assembly of Aurelia’s high court, their presence as commanding as it was terrifying.

Silk dresses fluttered, magical auras shimmered, and somewhere in the gallery, a painter quietly sketched his final masterpiece before spontaneously combusting from tension.

The nobles were seated, trembling. One duke clutched his chest and muttered prayers in four languages.

A countess cried, "He’s just one man!"

The royal treasurer moaned, "He’s barely a man! I saw him trying to bribe a rat for a distraction yesterday!"

Guards slowly backed toward the exits. A few had already changed careers mid-meeting.

Then came the evidence.

Seraphina handed over a gold-etched scroll, sealed with her royal emblem and a kiss. "For our eternal bond, formalized by tradition and fate," she intoned, eyes sparkling.

Drakana slammed down a slab of obsidian, scorched with claw-carved letters: "MARRY ME OR DIE (BUT ALSO MARRY ME FIRST)."

Rosette produced a black velvet heart box—inside it, a dagger, a ring, and a photo of Rei sleeping. Taken five minutes ago.

Lilia unfurled a scroll glowing with divine light. It shimmered between blessing and blasphemy, inked in celestial ink and also—somehow—demon ichor.

Lucivella floated forward and dropped a single ring into the king’s ceremonial goblet. It glowed darkly with infernal power and read: "His soul is mine and Paperwork optional."

The nobles cried, literally.

The King’s Panic Room – 9:10 A.M.

Behind a secret door in the wall, King Aurelius III curled behind a couch eating grapes and whispering to himself.

"Not again. Not after the Succubus Tea Scandal of ’12 , also no more wedding wars..."

A footman peeked in. "Sire, the royal court—"

"Tell them I’ve joined a monastery or a desert hermitage or the afterlife."

"Sire, you’re chewing grapes."

"Ghost grapes."

Meanwhile... In the Funeral Chapel

Rei was dead by emotionally and spiritually and also pretending to be literally.

Step 1: Fake funeral.

Step 2: Stuff a casket with turnips for realism.

Step 3: Hide in the rafters and enjoy the show.

The altar was draped in black roses and overly dramatic fog courtesy of a rented illusion mage. A bard strummed mournful chords. The priest sobbed—paid per tear.

Rosette wore a veil. Lilia clutched prayer beads made from Rei’s baby teeth (she claimed).

Seraphina read an original poem:

"He breathed once, he twitched once, now he’s gone... but not from my wedding plans."

Drakana glared at the coffin.

Then... Seraphina paused and She tilted her head. "Why do I hear sniffling?"

Rei’s heart froze.

Drakana sniffed the air. "That’s guilt. I’ll purge it with flame."

WHOOSH. The altar ignited.

Rosette flicked a knife. It embedded in the casket with a sound far too close to a body.

Lilia closed her eyes. "I shall build another shrine, a bigger one with sweat-scented incense and sacred body pillows."

Lucivella smiled too sweetly. "Hmm, he’s above us."

She reached into the shadows—

"AHAHA~ Found you♡."

She yanked Rei down by the ankle.

He screamed and flailed.

He crashed directly into his own fake funeral casket.

The flowers exploded, the fog machine backfired and The turnips wept pickling brine.

[SYSTEM ALERT: Stealth-Fail Bonus Achieved!]

[New Title Unlocked: "Casket Casanova"]

[You Have Angered Five Yanderes Simultaneously. Defense Upgrade? HAHAHA TOO LATE.]

The Throne Room – Again

Rei now sat on the royal throne.

Correction: He was strapped to it with ribbons.

From five directions each girl had used a different color and All scented.

Seraphina stood before the court, flipping a golden clipboard.

"Since His Highness has been found tragically alive, we now commence the Wife Selection Tournament."

Rei squirmed. "Can’t we just... I dunno... talk this out?"

"NO," they all replied in perfect harmony.

The nobles clapped nervously but no one wanted to die.

A tournament schedule unfurled.

Round One: "Cooking for Your Future Husband."

Round Two: "Most Creatively Possessive Love Letter."

Round Three: "Who Can Stare at Rei the Longest Without Blinking."

Final Round: "Snuggle Combat."

"Snuggle what now—?" Rei choked.

Lilia smiled serenely. "It’s a sacred trial involving blankets, chains, and holy oils."

[SYSTEM ALERT: You Have Been Entered Into A Royal Death Match Disguised As A Bridal Festival.]

[Side Quest: Survive With Dignity (Optional: Survive At All)]

[Emergency Love Points Acquired! Defense Buff Activated: +3 Cuteness Resistance.]

1:00 P.M. – The King Re-Emerges

The monarch peeked in only once the girls were too busy arguing over venues:

"A lakeside villa," Seraphina insisted.

"A molten lava lake," Drakana roared.

"His bed," Lilia whispered.

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The king leaned in and offered a single nugget of fatherly wisdom:

"...You should have stayed in the coma."

Then he vanished again.

Bureau of Marital Affairs – 3:00 P.M.

Five glittering scrolls have five signatures. They all with the name Rei Everhart.

The head clerk stared. "This has to be a clerical error."

Another clerk squinted. "Same guy, Same eyes, Same why-is-this-happening expression in every attached photo."

A third clerk dropped her quill. "We need divine intervention."

Meanwhile, outside the bureau...

Five women waited in silent formation smiling and polishing their weapons.

Staring at the building like it owed them a honeymoon.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Emergency Override Activated]

[Affection Level MAXED For All Targets]

[Congratulations! You Are Now Engaged To 5 Yanderes Simultaneously]

[Estimated Survival Chance: Statistically Hilarious]

[System Suggestion: Update Will. Consider Interdimensional Relocation.]

A royal courier sprinted into the throne room.

He skidded to a stop, unfurled the scroll, and shouted—

"URGENT NOTICE FROM THE BUREAU OF MARRIAGE! All five marriage requests... have been APPROVED!"

Gasps.

Cries.

Someone fainted, Someone else cheered for the drama.

But Rei simply passed out.

The girls turned slowly toward each other.

Then, in eerie synchronization—They smiled.

"Let the Wife Selection Tournament... begin."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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