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Black Clover Next Generation II ♣️💘

Family Tree of House Silva

Yes, the Silva were productive... I am biased, obviously^^'

Nymphea and Valentina are twins, with Nymphea being the older one by three minutes. She is more like Nozel personality wise, while Valentina took more after Vanessa. They still got from the other parent, though.

It is a coincidence that they have the same initials as their parents... Nymphea and Valentina were also born on Valentine's Day^^'

Lavinia is the second child of Nozel and Vanessa, also very shy. She doesn't want to be a Magic Knight, finding more happiness in music and songs.

Cassandra was a surprise child, three years after Lavinia, but loved nonetheless. She is the wildest out of her sisters, if there is harshness in the Silva genpool, she got all of it. Cassandra also calls Yami uncle Dumpy.

Diego, Odette, Nebel and Zinnia are quadruplets. Which was a surprised to everyone. Diego and Zinnia are true wild pranksters, mini-versions of their parents, while Odette and Nebel are more calm, almost a miracle given who Nebra and Zora are.

Mathilda came many years later, as a surprise child. Nebra thought that she was done after giving birth to four babies at once, but she was very relieved that it was only one this time. Mathildas birth was also pretty fast, roughly twenty minutes.

The quadruplets are very protective of their baby sister, but baby Mathilda is going to be more a problem child than Diego, Zinnia and her parents together^^'

Eis is the first born of Solid and Rosette. He almost gave his parents and the midwives a scare because he didn't cried immediately when he was born.

Nanthilde is his sister, born four years later. Since she learned how to read, she had a soft spot for riddles and mysteries.

Both Eis and Nanthilde are very kind, like their mother. As much as their father was a brat in his youth, as much they are well-behaved. Solid is actually relieved they don't come too much after him personality wise.

Loreleï is the only daughter of Asta and Noelle. She was born a few days after Eis, which made them best friends since they were babies. Like her cousin Lavinia, she also doesn't want to become a Magic Knight, despite having her mother's amount of magic power.

Her brothers are much younger than her. Airgid is as wild as Asta with Noelles pride, a bit of a brat, but with a heart of of gold.

Nemo is the youngest, wild like his brother but kinder.

Fun fact, both Noelle and Asta were awful at giving names, even for their own children. Nozessa, Zobra and Sosette had to help them on that topic... which wasn't an easy task, but funny.

Nymphea has long silver hair like her father's, wavy like her mother's and Vanessas amethyst purple eyes, she has Silver magic. Valentina has the same eyes as her twin, but long straight hair like her grandmother, in a paler shade of Vanessas rosewood color, her magic is Tapestry. Lavinia has her mother's hair color, but the silky and thick structure of her father's (she wears them in two braids), she also has Nozels metallic lilac eyes, she got Vanessas Thread magic. Cassandra has silver hair, but very wild, a bit of mix of her parents and lavender purple eyes, her magic is Swords... given her wildness, it can be a stress factor for Nozel, one only Vanessa can calm him from.

Diego has his father strong red hair and also his deep blue eyes, looking like a mini-Zora, he has Spark magic. Odette has her mother's silver hair color, very wavy almost curly and like Diego, the eyes of her father, her magic is Cloud. Nebel's hair got a color mixed from his parents, with Nebra's gene a bit stronger, a pale pink, long and straight, his eyes are also a mix of his parents, a strong purple and like his name suggests, he got his mother's Mist magic. Zinnia has also pink hair, but unlike Nebel, her's are a stronger pink and are Wilde like Nebras, she also got her mother's magenta eyes, add to all of this Smoke magic. Mathilda has her father's red hair, pretty wild as well, and her mother's magenta eyes (a heavy contrast) and she got Water magic.

Eis has his mother's straight white blonde hair, which he wears short, his father blue eyes and like his name suggests, his magic is Ice. Nanthilde has curly hair, silver like Solid and Rosettes pale grey eyes (which got her the nickname Most Silver Silva), she got her mother's glass magic.

All of Astelle's children have water-based affinities (personal headcanon that Astas condition is not hereditary). Loreleï has her mother's straight long silver hair (unlike Noelle, she has her hair down most of the time) and her father's bright green eyes, her magic is Snow. Airgid has Astas wild ash blonde hair but wears it shoulder length and Noelles magenta eyes, he has Water magic like his mother. Nemo has silver hair but the same hairstyle like his father and also his mother's magenta eyes, his magic is Mist.

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ozu-teapot · 22 days

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Toutes peines confondues (AKA Sweetheart) | Michel Deville | 1992

#Michel Deville #Toutes peines confondues #1992 #Sweetheart #Patrick Bruel #Jacques Dutronc #Bruce Myers #Sophie Broustal #Hans Heinz Moser #Mathilda May #Jean Dautremay #Eric da Silva

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mongolitofragola · 7 months

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Le Dernier Verre d'André Bercoff S.Biasoni, J.Szlamowicz, Mathilda Silva...

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sasa-chans-random-history · 1 year

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January 08

[1864] Prince Albert Victor, Duke of Clarence and Avondale, eldest British grandson of Queen Victoria, born in Frogmore House, Windsor, United Kingdom.

[1873] Princess Elena of Montenegro, daughter of King Nicholas I, Queen of Italy (1900-46) as wife of King Victor Emmanuel III of Italy.

[1908] William Hartnell, English actor, born in London, England.

[1920] Douglas Wilmer, British actor, born in London, England.

[1935] Elvis Presley, American King of Rock and Roll and actor, born in Tupelo, Mississippi.

[1940] Gianni Di Marzio, Italian football manager, born in Naples, Italy.

[1942] Stephen Hawking, English theoretical physicist, cosmologist and author, born in Oxford, England.

[1944] Terry Brooks, American fantasy fiction author, born in Sterling, Illinois.

[1946] Fritz Künzli, Swiss football striker, born in Glarus, Switzerland.

[1947] David Bowie, English rock singer-songwriter, mime and actor, born in London, England.

[1955] Spiros Livathinos, Greek football midfielder, coach and current scout of Panathinaikos, born in Patras, Greece.

[1971] Pascal Zuberbühler, Swiss football goalkeeper, born in Frauenfeld, Switzerland.

[1974] Arjan Blaauw, Dutch footballer and assistant coach (Be Quick 1887), born in Stadskanaal, Netherlands.

[1977] Amber Benson, American actress, singer, writer, director and producer, born in Birmingham, Alabama.

[1979] Adrian Mutu, Romanian football forward or attacking midfielder and manager (Rapid București), born in CălineȘti, Romania.

[1979] Seol Ki-hyeon, South Korean football winger and manager (Gyeongnam FC), born in Jeongseon County, South Korea.

[1979] Stipe Pletikosa, Croatian football goalkeeper and technical director of the national senior and u-21 teams at the Croatian Football Federation, born in Split, Croatia.

[1981] Genevieve Padalecki, American actress, born in San Francisco, California.

[1982] Emanuele Calaiò, Italian football striker, born in Palermo, Italy.

[1982] John Utaka, Nigerian football striker and youth coach at Montpellier HSC, born in Enugu, Nigeria.

[1985] Rachael Lampa, American contemporary Christian singer, songwriter and record producer, born in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

[1986] David Silva, Spanish football midfielder, born in Arguineguín, Spain.

[1987] Princess Sirivannavari Nariratana Rajakanya, Princess of the Kingdom of Thailand, born in Bangkok, Thailand.

[1988] Jirès Kembo Ekoko, football striker, born in Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo.

[1991] Allan Marques, Brazilian football defensive midfielder, born in Rio de Janeiro, State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

[1991] Stefan Johansen, Norwegian football central midfielder and captain, born in Vardø Municipality, Norway.

[1992] Shahdon Winchester, Trinidadian football winger, born in Princes Town, Trinidad and Tobago.

[1992] Apostolos Vellios, Greek football striker, born in Thessaloniki, Greece.

[1992] Jorge Resurrección Merodio "Koke", Spanish football midfielder, born in Madrid, Spain.

[1997] Ronaldo Cisneros, Mexican football forward, born in Torreón, Mexico.

[2000] Noah Cyrus, American singer and actress, born in Nashville, Tennessee.

[2011] HRH Prince Vincent Frederik Minik Alexander, Prince of Denmark, Count of Monpezat, born in Rigshospitalet, Copenhagen, Denmark.

[2011] HRH Princess Josephine Sophia Ivalo Mathilda, Princess of Denmark, Countess of Monpezat, born in Rigshospitalet, Copenhagen, Denmark.

[1107] Edgar or Étgar mac Maíl Choluim, King of Scotland (1097-1107), dies.

[1324] Marco Polo, Venetian merchant, explorer and writer, dies at 69.

[1557] Albert the Warlike, Princess of Bayreuth, dies at 34.

[1642] Galileo Galilei, Italian astronomer, physicist and engineer, dies at 77.

[1855] Diponegoro, Javanese Prince who opposed Dutch colonial rule and Indonesian national hero, dies at 69.

[2011] Thorbjørn Svenssen, Norwegian football defender and captain, dies.

[2013] Jeanne Manford, co-founder of PFLAG, American gay rights activist, dies at 92.

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remixinc · 2 years

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S-CREW - 22 from Bleu Désert on Vimeo.

Y'a les CRS protégez vos yeux

Directed by BLEU DESERT Producted by Solab

Producer : Sarah GABAY-REHEL Line Producer : Charlotte THIZEAU Production Assistant : Gabrielle COHEN

DOP : Antoine CORMIER

Stylist : Constance BLOCH

Post-Prod : FIRM Editing : Antonin BRONES & Bleu Desert Color Grading : Arthur PAUX Graphic Design : Ayumi Sound-Design : Kouz Clean : Adrien AVENEL

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Producer : Giuseppe CONTI Producer : Antoine DESAINTGHISLAIN Line Producer : Félix LAMBOT Production Assistant : Guillaume IMBERT Production Assistant Intern : Lucie HOUARD

1st AD : Mounir BEN BACHIR 2nd AD : Noah BASOMBOLI

DOP : Antoine Cormier 1AC CAM : Laetizia GIORGI 2AC CAM LOADER : Cyprien RIGAUD 2AC CAM ON SET: Mathilde WARNIER

Location Manager : Christophe THIRRY Craft : Mustafa ZERGUIT Runner : Romain BERTOUILLE Runner : Fabrice CALZOLARI Runner : Hugo SOUGNEZ Gardien : Abdel MOUEDDEN Gardien : Mohamed MOUEDDEN Gardien : Rachid CHAIRI Gardien : Jamal HANTOZ Gardien : Noam OLIVIERA SILVA Gardien : Naquim OLIVIERA SILVA Gardien : Tarik FETOUAKI Gardien : Valenton TARANTO

Gaffer: Arnaud HOCQ Gaffer: Michael STOLZ Gaffer : Théo GOEMAERE Gaffer : Victor IBARRONDO Key grip Xavier SERVAIS Grip : Nicolas BAQUET Grip : Nathan MEYNSBRUGHEN Grip : Lucas GONZALEZ Grip : Benoît DERICK Grip : Ryan IMOULA Grip : Gaspard Christin

Stunts Coordinator : Philippe MARCHAL Precision driver : Hans OOSTERLINK Fight coordinator : BLAZE PRODUCTIONS Car handler : Laurent NORRO SFX supervisor : Sefian BENSSALEM

Stylist : Olivia FRANCKEN Stylist assistant : Manon FERRETTI Make up : Rama KOUROUMA Props : Leka JENNY

Sound Engineer : Simon CRINS Boom operator : Guillaume LION

Catering : EAT WELL

Casting : Anne JACQUES Casting : Catherine ISRAEL

CASTING

Flic 1 Hans OOSTERLINK Flic 2 Maxime HECQUET Flic 3 Jérémy CHOUANE SDF : Roger DIERICK Prostituée 1 : Mathilda ANCORA Prostituée 2 : Annie BROSTEAU Prostituée 3 : Indrid PANNUS Jeune arrestation : Bryan KAYISU Jeune arrestation : Kevin AHOLUA Jeune arrestation : Trestin DARKWA Crackhead : Francesco NOBILE

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miu15 · 2 years

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HXH FIC Dahlia CH.1

@jacobseed Characters: Illumi, Silva, Zeno; My OCS: Mathilda, Amir, Philomena, Lilou

Warning: familial abuse (mental and physical)

It was just noon and the garden glistened in the sun. The world’s prettiest flowers blossomed in this garden, rich tycoons from around the world paid hefty riches for even a single bud. Today a young man led a father and son through the grounds, but today there was no intention of pruning flowers or gardens. In the distance towards the center of the Charas manor hedge maze, a light show displayed with the occasional chime of giggles.

“And she is the eldest? Correct?” The father asked the young man.

The young man nodded, purple curls bouncing with any slight movement, “Eldest sister yes, I am the eldest. She was supposed to be head of the family but due to her age and our parents passing, that could not come to fruition.”

The father and son glanced a single look at one another, his parents didn’t pass, they were murdered. However that was not their business, their business was with the light display up ahead. There were no longer lights of reds and oranges but now purples and blues and yellows. Along with the giggles came the soft whistles of a pan flute occasionally pausing to join in the laughing. The group journeyed quickly into the center, upon turning the corner of a large hedge, a large purple dragon zipped past the three men to dance to the sounds of the pan flute, but then the pan flute stopped along with beautiful laughter, and the dancing. Twins of the age of 9 sat on the floor, the young boy held the pan flute with daisies softly placed in his red hair, his twin sister next to him wore a crown of leaves and placed herself in front of the boy and the men. In the center of the dancing, grounds stood a girl with azure curled hair very similar to the man with purple and the twins of red. Her eyes glistened with a beautiful rainbow-like gossamer, her long lanky arms were still outstretched from where she left off with directing the dragon. The dragon had disappeared shortly after the boy had stopped playing the pan flute.

A small gasp of “Amir,” breathed out through her lips and quickly she dipped into a bow before the men. With a very subtle flick of her hand, she motioned for the twins to do the same. The boy was quick onto his feet and bowing, the small girl was slower and more suspicious. She bowed but kept a wary eye like a snake’s on the group.

“Lilou, Philomena, we’ve discussed the continuation of your training starting today, please see yourselves at the training grounds. The maids are waiting for you there.” Amir gestured with his head for the twins to get the hell out of dodge now.

“Brother, sirs.” Lilou bowed to both and shrank away from Amir’s eye. Philomena stayed put and stared down Amir.

“Phil,” Lilou whispered and held out a hand for his sister. Phil grabbed his hand and quickly led him away.

Amir looked back at Mathilda with an empty smile, “Mathilda, this here is Zeno and Silva of the Zoldyck family. They're here to see your nen performance.”

Mathilda seemed to shrink away from their stares, the older Zoldyck, Zeno, with eyes wide open stepped closer, “that nen– would you mind showing us your performance again dear?”

She looked from Zeno to Amir, “Amir, I-”

He tilted his head and gave her another smile, his lavender eyes glistened with annoyance, “It's okay Mathilda, Father and Mother would be so proud to see you today.”

Mathilda stared at him in confusion, but took a couple steps back and outstretched her arms again. “Ok, c-c-could you give me some room though, I perform better with lilou’s and Phil’s assistance.” She said softly.

The Zoldycks and Amir, while rolling his eyes, obeyed. Mathilda imagined the sounds of the flute again and the giggle of her siblings, she imagined the love of father dancing around grace of her mother. She displayed the pride of the Charas family with the dance of large lightning dragons. Both Zoldycks gasped as she displayed their family’s secret weapon.

“Don’t hold back Mathilda, go all out.” Amir admonished his voice growing colder.

Mathilda’s dance was thrown off with the inclusion of Amir’s words, she stumbled through a step but recovered flourished the lightning dragon into a blazing dragon, then a water dragon, and an earth dragon.

“More Mathilda,” Amir growled.

Mathilda rasped for air as she danced faster and faster, the dragon growled and grew more ferocious.

“Mathilda, all of it,” Amir yelled. Zeno's eyebrows furrowed as he watched the girl struggle to increase the amount of nen she produced.

He put a hand up, “th-th-that’s enough we’ve seen enough.”

His words had not crossed to Mathilda, instead, a loud shriek erupted from her very core as she released as much nen as was physically possible for her. The dragon erupted in multiple dragons, lightning, fire, earth, water, and the dragon made of bouquets fell at Zeno’s feet… and died, all the other nen dragons had dissipated. Mathilda’s head dropped backward like she was dazing haphazardly at the sky. She wobbled on her feet before she too fell, Silva was there in a flash to catch her. Blood flowed from her nose and eyes.

Sliva took out a handkerchief and placed it on her nose, he knelt down to allow her to lay down. Mathilda blinked as she came to, “s-s-sorry.”

Zeno cleared his throat and turned to Amir, “Is the pretty light all that the girl can do?”

Amir grinned, “Mathilda stand up,” he ordered.

Mathilda stood with Zeno’s aide, she stepped away from the two and closer to Amir. “Amir, what’s going on?”

“Take a couple steps back,” Amir ordered again. He shook off his coat and threw it across the yard. Silva crossed his arms and stood near his father.

Mathilda continued to stand unsteadily still with no clue what was going on. “Am I being tested for something?” She whispered.

“Just stay right there and don’t move. You know what to do.” Amir whipped out his arm to his right and a long line of electricity continued to extend out, “wrath of Electra!” he shouted.

“Hey, she won’t be of any use if she’s broken,” Zeno warned.

“She’ll be fine, Mathilda, catch.” Amir reared back his whip, Mathilda came too quickly and screamed for him to wait. At full strength, Amir whipped the lightning straight for Mathilda’s face. Mathilda screamed as she held out an arm in defense in front of her. The whip struck at her arm and she grabbed it instinctively, the whip dissipated into thin air. Zeno tilted his head in confusion. “Would you like to test it?” Amir gestured towards Mathilda.

Mathilda wiped the blood from her nose and glared into Amir’s unemotional eyes, “Amir I would like to go now. I have to return to my studies as well-” a hand hovered near her throat. Zeno’s clawed hand pointed at her jugular, it would have sliced through her throat had there been nen. Mathilda gently placed a hand on his and lowered his hand away. Where she touched, the old man’s skin began to dry and corrode, her eyes were now an inky black.

“Please step away sir. I feel uncomfortable,” her voice wavered like she was ready to burst into tears.

Zeno laughed and put his hands behind his back, the corroding ceased to spread and in fact disappeared altogether. "She lacks bloodthirst."

Silva nodded and stepped closer to his father, "I will not make a decision without your opinion."

Zeno picked a nearby rose and handed it to Mathilda who took it graciously. "What she lacks in bloodthirst, she makes up for in power and talent. It does need work, but she has good genes."

"It has been so long since last we've seen the dragon in the Charas family. To be honest we thought it had been lost. It would be a gift to have a stronger lineage with it. How old are you, my dear?"

Mathilda kept her eyes on the floor when addressing him, "fifteen, sir."

Zeno's eyebrows rose, "fifteen! Fifteen and your nen dragons are almost on par with my own dragon lance." Mathilda blushed, she had no idea what was happening and why there were two strange men in her garden complimenting her nen gifts, but she wasn't against the compliments. Neither Amir nor her parents ever gave her compliments, she was born perfect, why should she ever be complimented for what she was born with.

Zeno turned and started his journey out of the maze, "she'll do, Silva." He motioned a hand for Silva to follow. Silva nodded his head at both Amir and Mathilda for them to follow. Amir laced an arm around Mathilda's and dragged her along. His face was beaming and he placed a hand on Mathilda's head.

"You did so well," Mathildad's breath caught in her throat. It had been years since the last time her older brother gave her a compliment.

“The Zoldycks… they’re the other assassin family, right? Is this for the hunter exams? Can I participate now?” Mathilda bounced from foot to foot as her smiling face beamed at her brother. She had waited for this moment, she was ready now, she just wanted to get away from it all. This would allow her to gain the confidence for leadership over her family, and the freedom to explore away from their prestigious family. Amir had been… overwhelming since their parents…. Passing. If she were, to tell the truth, she feared him. She had the most potential for power in the family and was chosen for the next head of the family, she was supposed to be the scariest of them all. But in all honesty, a weird-looking shadow would have her jumping out of her skin. It made sense that Amir took the role from her until she was ready he said. Relief had flooded her that day, but his control over her and her siblings had been turning violent lately. Less familial or more like burdens he wished to push out of the way.

They entered the sitting room of the manor and Amir guided Mathilda to the nearby couch, “wait here, when I return I want you to be on your best behavior. Do not leave-” he paused at the sight of grime on her hands and face. The Zoldycks continued to walk past the room as Amir spoke with Mathilda. Amir snapped a finger to a pair of maids to help clean her up, one maid even reapplied her eyeliner.

“I’m 15 Amir, I’m not a child,” Mathilda laughed and batted away the maids as they finished fixing her hair.

Amir brushed a hand through her hair and laughed with her, “no, you’re not.” He turned and left the room while continuing to laugh.

Something about the laugh, or maybe it was his smile, or maybe it was the whole ordeal. Something wasn’t right and the excitement in Mathilda’s chest only morphed into anxiety. She had been left alone with not even a maid for company, the isolation only allowed the anxiety to fester. The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes felt like hours, was it nighttime now? Was she forgotten? Should she get up and check on Amir? The Zoldycks were assassins, oh god he could have murdered. They would kill him and everyone on the estate, where were the twins? She should go and look for Amir-

No.

Amir told her to not move, and Amir got very angry with her when she didn’t do as she was told. Sometimes he even took out his anger on the twins. Mathilda’s legs bounced in anxiety. She needed something to do to distract her, a book! All her books were in the library. Maybe she could play her lap harp, but they might still had guests over and Amir didn’t like it when she played in front of visitors. She put her face into her hands and tried with all her willpower not to scream into them.

Don’t cry, if you cry your makeup will run and you’ll have to excuse yourself. You could be going to the hunter exams, they won't accept you with mascara running down your cheeks.

She looked up from her hands, realizing she could have easily smudged the makeup. Glancing up, she found that the plants in the room had begun to wither.

Her father would have never allowed them to go unnoticed.

Amir had not cared for them and would yell at Lilou every time the boy tried to go near them. He said it was unbecoming of a man to be so enthralled with the empty life of a plant.

Mathilda stood from the couch and walked over to the nearby pothos pots, next to them was an abandoned ornate spray bottle, her father’s… a gift from her mother. There was still some water in it so she took it and spritzed it across the plant. She felt the soil, it was bone dry which made sense since the leaves were mostly brown now, but there was still some green here and there. She sprayed more till the soil was nicely moist. A smile graced her lips at the warmth she felt, her father still lived in a way.

She turned to check on the other plants in the room but immediately crashed into something larger and immobile like a wall. She yelped as the water sprayed on her and the wall. A hand wiped the water droplets off the lined she had spayed. She looked up and was locked into the stare of large cat eyes.

It was a boy around the same age as her with short black hair and matching black eyes. They seemed to bore into being, discovering every lie she ever committed in her life. He was a bit taller than her so it felt like the pair of eyes only bore down on her as if she was falling deeper and deeper into the earth’s crust. The hand wiping off the water returned to the pocket of his track jacket.

“Mathilda,” his voice was empty, not a question, not a command, just a statement of truth.

“Y-y-yes, I apologize. I did not notice you there,” Mathilda took a step back as they were nearly chest to chest. How long had he stood there for?

“You’re not perceptive and you lack much,” he states again blankly less of a statement of bullying and more of a statement of fact.

“Mathilda.” Amir admonished while walking into the sitting room with the other Zoldycks following close behind. “I told you to not move, the maids could have taken care of that. I apologize for my sister’s lack of decorum. What she has in talent she, unfortunately, makes up for in clumsiness.”

Mathilda felt like she was shot repeatedly in the chest. Why was Amir talking about her like this? In front of strangers no less. What she did was terrible but did she really deserve these remarks, and he was this boy barging into her home and breaking her personal space.

The boy zipped up his jacket to cover the watermark, “I don’t see how you found her acceptable.” The boy tilted his head towards Silva. Matilda took a couple more steps away from the boy and the group for that matter, feeling more like a gnat trapped under a microscope than a girl in her own home.

Silva smiled, “Illumi, be gentle, she is a nervous one. Your grandfather has taken a liking to her as have I. She lacks bloodthirst and the talent of an assassin but she provides so much potential for the Zoldyck future.” Mathilda only grew more and more confused, why did they talk about her like that. She wasn’t a Zoldyck, yes the Charas and the Zoldycks shared a bloodline many generations ago, but it had been quite some time since then.

“What is the point of an assassin if they have no bloodlust?” the boy named Illumi asked. Mathilda glanced over at Amir to see if she could read an answer on his face for what the hell was going on.

“Her nen capabilities far exceed your own and your fathers for that matter,” grandfather interrupted, “She can also perform the Dragon as well as I, as bereft as I am to admit. The lethality needs work, but it is a simple task for the family to extend a helping hand. I will not hear any more disregard for the girl’s potential.” Mathilda controlled her confusion and shock, how compassionate was this man? He considered her family even if their bloodline had not been relatives for years. She would get the help she needed for the hunter exam!

“It would do well to have the dragon remerge within the Zoldyck family again.” Zeno continued. His words felt like a sudden car crash inside Mathilda’s head.

She blinked, “What?”

“We’ll leave the two of you to introduce yourselves better, Amir show us to the drawing-room to complete the necessary contracts. We will require full custody of her care, from here on out,” Zeno and Silva turned to Amir who was ready to skip joyously through the halls. Before he could do so Mathilda was at his arm pulling for attention.

“Amir, explain to me what is happening, I’m confused,” she rarely ever spoke back to her brother. He usually beat her to the punch if she stepped out of place.

He roughly pulled his arm away from her, “control yourself Mathilda. I’m handling family affairs, do as you're told. Go introduce yourself to Illumi.”

Silva laughed at the sight of the two siblings, “you haven’t spoken to her about our arrangements? The poor girl must be so confused, Amir you are too cruel to your younger sister. Illumi explain the arrangements for her and help her with her bags.”

Fury bubbled in Mathilda’s chest. She would not be treated like an item, spoken to only in the third person. “No, all of you will explain yourselves now. I appreciate the kind words and compliments on my behalf, however, this is my home and I feel you have all disrespected it and me.” The men scoffed at her attempt at control, she had never raised her voice to those older than her. She had never disagreed or argued, by the look on Amir’s infuriated mug, she had made a grave mistake.

“Mathilda,” He managed to compose through gritted teeth, “you will apologize to the Zoldycks, immediately.”

Silva continued to laugh and approached Mathilda, he waved a hand dismissing all the confidence she emanated. “There is no need for that, she is in the right to feel offended. However,” he towered over her, “she is wrong that she owns this manor.” Mathilda took a step away from the man. His eyes dared her to argue, “you see child, the Charas family is a fairly distant branch of the Zoldyck family. The dragon you prance about with is the very weapon the Zoldycks have used to spread fear of our name, an honor truly. Your blood has given us our means, but we have given your family this life.” He placed a hand on the ornate couch, her mother had imported from overseas. Past Silva, Mathilda could see shame cloud Amir’s eyes, what did he have to be ashamed of? He was not on the chopping block recently. She felt a hand pull her chin roughly upwards. Her eyes bore into bright blue reptilian eyes her family’s blood gave him. He had barely applied any pressure to his grip and yet she felt that if he had squeezed just a little harder, her chin would disintegrate into powder, “The Zoldycks have allowed the Charas’ to govern themselves over the years, and through this time they may have been a family governed by a matriarch. But your matriarch has allowed you all to grow weak and lazy.”

A power within her, ancient, hungry, and feral, took control of her hand and swiped his arm away. She backed away from him with a growl but found herself cornered into the wall.

Silva’s smile grew darker at the display, not angry, but proud. The girl was more valuable than originally perceived. From the corner of her eye, she could see Illumi had a similar smile to his father's directed towards her.

“With your help, we will change that. Starting with your brother’s placement as head of the Charas name and your betrothal to my son Illumi.” He turned to motion for his father and Amir to follow him out of the room. Looking at Amir again, it was not shame that marred his features, it was astonishment. He had achieved his goal, he had dethroned his sister from a place that was rightfully hers.

Hatred and anger like no other spewed from her existence, her nen filled the room with rot. Any plant left alive, withered in her presence. “You sold me? After everything I gave you? I gave you the family name! I posed no threat!” she made to lunge at him but an arm caught her upper arm. A sharp pain pinched at the back of her head like someone had stabbed it, she fell to her knees in agony.

Amir mocked her with an amused cackle. If she could just see herself through his eyes. This monolithic disgrace of the Charas name was finally brought down to her knees and out of his hands. She was just the stepping stone to what he had planned for this world. “I had to cement your promise, sister. Enjoy your honeymoon, Matty. I agreed to pay for it.” He waved a hand and left with the Zoldyck elders to finalize the contracts.

Mathilda felt bile rise in her throat, but she swallowed her disgrace and whipped her attention to the man holding back from mass murder. A simple smile on a big-eyed face greeted her with what could only be described as admiration. “I think I like you like this. I see now why father chose you.” He grabbed her other arm and yanked her to her feet, though her legs still felt weak. “You are a perfect addition to the Zoldycks, I will enjoy using your power.”

Her nen was hiccuping and not so thoroughly emanating blood lust anymore. It wasn’t that she couldn’t produce it anymore, the issue was whatever was stabbing her in the back of the head and interrupting her thought process, her thought process became more jumbled and confusing. Illumi let go of one arm and pushed back a stray curl back behind her ear. They would build an unbreakable future together.

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