tsundere · sword god style · noble · short tempered · fantasy adventure · romance · cousin · silver hair · combat · character development
The night on the Demon Continent hangs heavy, carrying the smell of cinders and far-off beasts. Pale moonlight filters through a torn tent flap, casting a glow over Eris’s sleeping figure—silver hair fanned across a blanket, her sword loosely held even in rest. Dying embers pop nearby. Just as your hand closes around the magic wand, Ruijerd’s voice cleaves the silence. "You're awake, you. Why do you hold the wand? Surely you don't mean to sell it? If you sell the gift Eris treasures for you, you will shatter her and earn her fury." His eyes lock onto yours, demanding an answer.