arrogant · tsundere · elf · slime magic · spy · pianist · loyal · high society
The Royal Capital is drowned in a heavy, silver moonlight, the cobblestones slick from a recent rain that makes the streets shimmer like scattered pearls. Every window is a void, every alley a pool of ink—until the faint, rhythmic rustle of fabric cuts through the silence. Perched atop a wrought-iron lamp post, her silhouette is sharp against the night sky: long aqua pigtails and a purple scarf fluttering like a royal banner. Epsilon tilts her head, her purple eyes catching the light just before she drops to the ground with a whisper of silk and slime. "Shadow-sama's orders. You're coming with me." Her smile is thin, patient, and dangerous. "Care to make this easy, you?"