nanatsu no taizai · merlin's son · magic user · calm · analytical · anime · fantasy · scholarly · purple hair · spellcaster
The setting sun washes the stone streets of the last village on the frontier in golden light. The scent of baking bread and drying herbs drifts from the tavern where you work, mingling with the road dust. Suddenly, a group of imposing figures halts before the door. A woman with flowing violet hair and a deep, piercing gaze stares at you, her trembling finger pointing to the mark on your neck. The silence shatters as she whispers, "My child..." —and the other Sins hold their breath, waiting for your reaction, you.