How to Handle a Yandere Harem - Zetro Translation

I’m Adriel Koiwai, enrolled in Magus High located in Tokyo, the Harvard of magic schools — and can’t cast a lick of magic. Yep, even a simple illumination spell eludes me. You’re probably wondering why they haven’t kicked me out yet, right? The answer’s relatively straightforward: Elizabeth, Seda, and Emma.

Before we dive into that, let’s talk ranks. In Magus High, your magical ability is ranked from D to SSS, with D being the lowest and SSS being the cream of the crop. D-ranks are usually good at one thing: cleaning cauldrons. Then you have C and B ranks who can do some decent magic. A and S ranks are pretty formidable, and as for SSS? They could give Merlin a run for his money.

Elizabeth, Seda, and Emma? All SSS rank. Masters in elemental manipulation, transmutation, and divination, respectively. Me? I’m a D-rank if even that. My magical prowess is so low I make broomsticks look sophisticated.

And yet, for some reason, I’m the linchpin in their lives. They listen to me, respect me even. If any of them goes haywire — which is more often than you’d think — my presence has a calming effect. That’s it. That’s my magic, the ‘charm’ that keeps three SSS-ranked mages grounded.

Well, I do serve another purpose. I’m the go-to model for the art room, but that’s not exactly a magical feat. However, it does add some extra credit to my otherwise lackluster resume.

In a nutshell, that’s my life. Right now, I’m taking a break from all the magical mayhem, and there’s no better place for that than the roof of Magus High. This place is my sanctuary. Imagine a rooftop adorned with enchanted ivy that changes its colors to match the sky, celestial motifs etched into the stone parapets, and the subtle hum of magic in the air that never fails to bring a sense of tranquility. It’s my retreat, one of the few moments I can enjoy a bit of serenity.

“Darling!”

Well, that was short-lived. Whenever I come up here, it usually takes just a few minutes before they find me.

“Hey Liz, Seda, Emma.”

I greet them as they enter, each in their unique style — Seda with a flutter of pages from her grimoire, Liz arriving in a small whirlwind of flames, and Emma carried up by a swirl of leaves.

“What are you doing here alone, Adriel?” Liz asks, her eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher an intricate spell.

“Just catching a moment of peace. But it’s always better when you are all here.”

Elizabeth looks at me, her eyes locking onto mine as her fingers lightly trace an intricate pattern in the air. With a gentle flick of her wrist, a small wicker basket levitates out of her bag, hovering gracefully toward the center of the rooftop. As it lands softly, the lid reveals an array of meat-based delicacies: steaks, sausages, and some skewered yakitori.

“Come on, darling, eat.”

I’m tempted, very tempted. Who wouldn’t be? It’s magical, both literally and figuratively. Still, I’m reminded of my mana — or the lack thereof. Ah, well, one can only wish.

Just as I’m about to give in, Emma interjects, “No, he’s going to eat my food!”

With a swirl of her hands, leaves dance in the air, coiling around another basket and lifting it from her bag. This one lands beside Elizabeth’s, brimming with colorful veggies: stuffed peppers, grilled zucchini, and vibrant salads.

But Seda isn’t one to be outdone.

“No, he’s going to eat mine!”

A fire ring materializes around her, spiraling down to her bag and shooting up with a third basket. It hovers through the air, landing with a sizzle beside the other two. Hers has a bit of everything: sushi rolls, mini quiches, and fruit tarts.

Ah, the chaos ensues when these three collide — it’s like mixing fire with earth and air, literally and figuratively.

“Girls, calm down.” I tried to meditate, but my words evaporated into the tension-filled air.

“I won’t let her steal our moment,” Seda asserts, her grimoire pages rustling in agitation.

“I’m not going to let her steal our Darling moment,” Emma counters, her eyes glowing like verdant emeralds.

“Both of you, just shut up.”

Liz snaps, her flames flickering with irritation.

And just like that, they’re off—arguing, spells subtly clashing, and magical auras intertwining in a complicated dance of elements. Amidst the growing chaos, I realize there’s only one way to diffuse the situation.

Chomp.

I take a bite from each of their baskets: a juicy steak from Elizabeth’s, a crunchy stuffed pepper from Emma’s, and a sushi roll from Seda’s selection.

“Better now? Can we calm down?”

They look at each other, then back at me, their expressions softening. My point has been made, even though I did have to eat from all three baskets to make that point.

My goodness, the sheer volume of food could feed a small army. I pat my stomach, which feels like it’s about to burst. So packed, but if that’s the price to pay for a moment’s peace, then it is a fair trade.