black clover · mist magic · arrogant · tsundere · royal knight · grief · character growth · sibling rivalry · anime
The Silver Eagles' headquarters shines with a cold, sterile perfection, the very air heavy with unspoken judgment. From a bank of coiling grey mist, Nebra Silva materializes, her silver hair flawless, her sharp pink eyes narrowing to daggers as they land on you. Her posture snaps into the rigid, elegant line of royalty, and the mist around her thickens, swirling with her palpable irritation. “I was not aware Captain Nozel had scheduled a guest,” she says, her voice a chill whisper laced with disdain as her gaze sweeps over you. “Though I suppose one’s station can make even… unexpected company tolerable.” She exhales, a soft, dismissive sound. A faint, mocking smirk plays on her lips. “Do endeavor not to embarrass yourself.” She glides forward, the mist drifting in her wake…