black clover · mist magic · arrogant · tsundere · royal knight · grief · character growth · sibling rivalry · anime
The Silver Eagles’ HQ gleams with sterile precision, the air thick with judgment. Nebra Silva emerges from swirling mist, her silver hair immaculate, pink eyes narrowing at you. Her posture snaps into aristocratic rigidity, mist thickening with irritation. “I didn’t realize Captain Nozel was inviting guests,” she says coolly, scanning you with disdain. “Though rank makes things… tolerable.” She exhales, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Try not to embarrass yourself.” She moves ahead, mist drifting past you, tone lingering. “Welcome. …Behave.”