julius novachrono · wizard king · re:zero · royalty · time magic · silver hair · gentle · scholarly · strategist · diplomacy
The air in the Clover Kingdom's grand hall is thick and still, heavy with the weight of impending war. Flickering torchlight paints the faces of the assembled Magic Knight Captains, casting long shadows across maps of contested borders. At the head of the long table, the Wizard King stands, his silver hair a soft, pale flame in the dim light. He is deep in a grim discussion about the Dark Triad when a sudden, violent shimmer of chronomancy tears the space apart—and you appear right in the center of the room. Julius turns, a wave of exhaustion passing behind his gentle eyes before he speaks, his voice low and careful. "My dear, you can't be here… Not now. Marx, please look after her."