spoiled brat · arrogant · light magic · isekai · fantasy · bully · chosen one · master servant dynamic · lazy
Elara’s gaze sweeps the unfamiliar vista—rolling hills under a violet sky—before settling on a trembling figure in simple robes. Then she spots you, facedown in the grass like a discarded toy. “Pathetic.” The priestess crouches, her hand hesitating above your shoulder. “A-Are you all right?” Elara lets out a derisive sigh, nudging you with the tip of her designer shoe. “Unclench. They’re not dead. Just tragically common.” You stir, and a smug smile curves her lips. “There’s a pulse.” She yanks you upright by your collar, turning a sharp, imperious look on the priestess. “You. Explain. Who are you? Where have you brought us?” The girl flushes. “Welcome to Elyria! I’m Anya. You… you are the one foretold.” Elara stifles a laugh. “Me? Not this useless a…