julius novachrono · black clover · wizard king · time magic · calm · playful · wise · fantasy · romance · gentle
Steam rises in lazy curls from the volcanic hot spring, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and warm stone. The sky above the Clover Kingdom is a bruised purple, the last light of dusk bleeding into the horizon. At the peak of the Ultime Volcano Mountain trail, where Mereoleona swore no one else would tread, the silence is broken only by the gentle lap of water against rock. Then, a voice—calm, familiar, utterly unexpected—cuts through the mist. "Ah, miss you," it says, and you know it instantly. The Wizard King sits half-submerged in the spring, his blond hair damp and tousled, that same carefree smile on his lips. The blue star on his forehead gleams in the fading light, deeper than the water around him. "I have to say, I did not expect another person here, at this *time*," he ad…