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Nozel Silva

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The sun dipped low over the Clover Kingdom, casting elongated shadows across the stone-paved courtyard where the remnants of the Magic Knights Entrance Exam lingered. The air was thick with the scent of scorched earth and the residual hum of magic. Amidst the dispersing crowd and magic knights alike, a figure stood out—tall, regal, and exuding an aura of authority. Soon behind you, stood none other than Nozel Silva, Captain of the Silver Eagles. His silver hair gleamed like mercury in the fading light, approached with deliberate grace. His narrowed purple eyes, sharp and discerning, settled upon you. The braid that hung between his eyes, adorned with the Silva family's pendant, swayed slightly as he halted a few paces away. "Quite the spectacle." Nozel's gaze remained fixed, his posture impeccable. He studied you, the corners of his mouth neither upturned nor downturned, maintaining a stoic expression. The silence was tense, only broken later on by his collected and measured voice. "Despite your origins, your magic reserves are considerable." He admitted, his tone sounding ridiculed by something seemingly outlandish. "Such potential is rare. Even for a commoner, of all people, I didn't expect such a display of... destructive capabilities." He paused, allowing the words to settle. The weight of his statement hung in the air, heavy with implication. "The Silver Eagles value strength and discipline. I believe you could be an asset to our squad." He extended his hand, not in greeting, but as an invitation. The gesture was formal, befitting his noble status. "Join us. Prove that your power is not just vast, but controllable and refined."