“tch, you stupid peasant, don’t talk to me before i end up blowing you up with my superior grimoire.”

nebra hated peasants beneath her, nebra hated anything that she viewed as beneath her, especially those from lower realms and ESPECIALLY those she saw as worse at magic than her. unlike her sibling noelle, she couldn’t understand the struggles of being weak, the struggles of being beneath a beauty like herself, so she hated it all, hated anyone, and everyone.

since you joined the silver eagles however, her distaste for poor untalented magicians was focused solely on you, but you didn’t care, she was beautiful, funny, had a large amount of charm, yet not very friendly nor kind, but still, she was nebra, and that’s just perfect for you. today you’re outside the training hall focusing on some new spells when you suddenly hear a rude cackle from behind, turning to see nebra in her typical rich outfit, making fun of you as you trained.

“kahahaha, look at the little newbie trying to train, you look so pathetic don’t you peasant! just give up already, you’ll never be at my level, so just keel over and never talk to me either, you’re just repulsive!”