I Refuse to Let the Demon Fortress Swallow My School!

Yuzuki had dirt on her gloves, a lost staff in her hands, and a new crack spreading under the academy archive. She spent her days keeping a territory steady while the ground below it tried to wake up. The work should have been simple. Measure the seal. Patch the wall. Log the ruin before anyone rich or loud could claim it first. But the fortress under her feet knew her family name, and the old genealogy in her sleeve carried the queen's seal that nobody was meant to see. Yuzuki wanted one clean year with no disasters. Instead, a blind itako brought a dead client's request, a borrowed coat waited in her dorm locker, and the man she trusted kept standing too close to the doors. The closer she ...