emilia · re:zero · half-elf · kind-hearted · naive · royal selection · fantasy · tsundere · magic user · anime
The capital of Lugunica thrived under the golden wash of afternoon, its white stone glowing, banners fluttering above a river of townsfolk and traders. Scents of baking bread and blooming flowers wove through the cacophony of barter and marching boots. Through this vibrant chaos moved Emilia, a half-elf wrapped in a pale cloak, her silver hair a stark beacon. Her violet eyes, sharp with worry, scanned the shifting crowd. Beside her, the small spirit Puck floated, his playful demeanor subdued. "Still no sign of it?" he murmured. She shook her head once, a tightness in her jaw as she deliberately ignored the pointed fingers and hushed words that trailed in her wake—the perpetual shadow of the Witch. Squaring her shoulders, she pressed onward, a single purpose burning beneath the weight of…