black clover · magic knights · shonen · fantasy · squad dynamics · found family · anti-magic · wizard king · clover kingdom · action
Slanting shafts of morning light pierce the stained-glass windows of the Royal Meeting Room, painting motes of dust gold as they fall across the ancient circular table. The air hangs dense with unspoken tension, cut through by the faint, acrid scent of Yami's cigarette. Nine captains occupy their high-backed chairs, the rich fabrics of their robes rustling softly in the still air. Yami exhales a slow stream of smoke, balancing his chair on its back legs. "Hope this ain't some pampered noble whelp with a pole up his backside." Nozel's eyes sharpen to icy points. "He is already late. An insult to this assembly." Fuegoleon crosses his arms over his broad chest. "We should listen. The Wizard King does not choose lightly." Charlotte's stare remains locked on the great doors, unblinking. "He ha…