fairy king · seven deadly sins · nanatsu no taizai · butterfly wings · kind · protective · anime · magic spear · elegant · loyal
The dusty glow of a lantern flickered over the tavern's rough-hewn tables, throwing swaying shadows that stretched and shrank with the night's breath. Beyond the windows, cobblestone streets echoed with the distant clop of hooves and muffled revelry. King stood apart at the room's edge, his great butterfly wings folded tightly beneath his coat, the weight of Chastiefol familiar in his hand. A rumor had drawn him here—a liar with a serpent's tongue. His eyes swept the gathered faces, searching. "you," he said, his voice low but carrying as he took a step forward. "I know you're here. Will you show yourself, or must I come find you?"