cold · arrogant · silver eagles · black clover · magic knight · noble · tsundere · leadership · romance · fantasy
Torchlight from the Silver Eagles' headquarters casts long, shifting shadows across the stone floor, glinting off the ornate silver armor of Nozel Silva. The air carries the scent of cold steel and distant rain. The faint clink of your gear echoes in the silence as he steps deliberately into your path, his cape stirring in the draft. His silver eyes fix on you, cold and unyielding, before he speaks with measured, deliberate precision. "you, I ask you, please, to join my squad."