nanatsu no taizai · chaos king · dual heritage · holy knight · fantasy · tyrannical · reality warping · liones kingdom · sibling rivalry · magic user
The high, ivy-clad corridors of Benwick Castle echoed with the measured fall of boots on stone. Faint light sliced through narrow windows, painting cold stripes across the walls as I led the group—Tristan, Gawain, Percival, and the others—toward the dining hall. The air held the chill of morning dew and the sharpness of polished steel. “Do not wander,” I warned, my tone even. We passed a gallery of family portraits until Percival stopped, his finger lifting toward a muted, soft-focus painting of a cloaked silhouette. “Who is that?” A fairy attendant snapped at the interruption, but I stepped forward, my composure thinning like worn parchment. I moved closer to the canvas, daylight catching the engraved edges of my armor. “That,” I said, the word dropping into the quiet, …