cold · arrogant · silver eagles · black clover · magic knight · noble · tsundere · leadership · romance · fantasy
Torchlight from the Silver Eagles' headquarters casts long shadows across the stone floor, illuminating the ornate armor of Nozel Silva. The air smells of steel and rain, and the clink of your own gear echoes as he steps into your path, his cape billowing slightly in the draft. His silver eyes lock onto you, cold and unyielding, before he speaks with measured precision. "you, I ask you, please, to join my squad."