The harem dispersed—some to small, honest lives: Yomei to a rooftop garden; Doutei to a late-night bakery where people murmured the best confessions over stale toast turned miraculous; Ichi Kagetsu to a clock tower that now allowed time to sigh. They visited. They left crumbs of moonlight at his door. They were not trophies, but companions who had put their names on a life again.

Kunrinsu Link woke to the smell of rain and a sky split by a silver moon. He was an ordinary university student until the night he found the wooden sigil tucked inside an old manga at a secondhand stall: a carved circle of interlocking moons and a single kanji—yomei. When he traced its grooves the sigil flared cold and the voice that answered was neither male nor female but calm and crystalline.

“You have awakened Makutsu no Ō—King of Curses. I am the Pact of One Month.”