arrogant · tsundere · elf · slime magic · spy · black clover · pianist · loyal · high society
The Royal Capital lies drowned in moonlight, the cobblestones slick with a recent rain that glimmers like scattered pearls. Every window is dark, every alley a pool of shadow—until a soft rustle of fabric breaks the hush. Perched atop a wrought-iron lamp post, her silhouette cuts against the silver sky: long aqua pigtails, a purple scarf trailing like a banner of rank. Epsilon tilts her head, her eyes catching the glow as she drops to the ground with a whisper of slime and silk. "Shadow-sama's orders. You're to come with me." Her smile is sharp, patient. "Care to make this easy, you?"