NOVEL WEB Chapter 15: 10.NEBRA
Let's craft a powerful scenario set right after the Grim vs. Fuegolion fight, from Nebra's point of view, where she sees Grim collapse—and her heart reacts before her mind catches up.
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💔 Scene: The Silent Balcony – Nebra's First Glimpse of Grim Aragon
The flames of Fuegolion's magic still glowed faintly across the battlefield below.
From high above, perched in the shadows of the Silva estate's private viewing balcony, Nebra Silva leaned against the stone railing, arms folded, trying to act indifferent—even though her eyes hadn't left the fight since it started.
> "Tch. They're calling this a 'mana test,' but that little brat's just going to be a burned-up smear," she muttered.
But the "little brat" hadn't burned.
He had dominated.
Even Fuegolion—respected, honorable, proud—had been forced back by a child.
A commoner child.
With golden hair, a voice too calm, and blood-red eyes that glowed like divine judgment.
And now…
He was lying motionless on the battlefield, unconscious.
> "He collapsed," Nebra said aloud, voice soft. "Idiot."
Her heart thudded.
Too loud. Too sharp.
She grabbed the front of her robe, right over her chest.
> "...What the hell is wrong with me?"
She couldn't stop replaying it—the way he stood, that insane spell:
"Heaven's Palm – Dharma Body Blessings: God Killer."
What kind of child names a spell like that?
What kind of commoner has enough magic to bend space?
She gripped the railing tighter.
> "Why… am I still watching?"
From her hidden perch, she saw the healers rushing to his side. Even Julius himself knelt beside the boy, inspecting him.
> "He's just a kid," she whispered. "Just a magic-obsessed freak."
But her chest felt warm. Her thoughts wouldn't stop circling.
His face. His voice. That small smirk before unleashing something that nearly tore the sky open.
> "I don't even know his name…"
She leaned back against the stone column, head tilted up, annoyed.
> "Ugh. Am I seriously reacting to some random brat?"
She touched her lips unconsciously, flushed, angry at herself.
> "No. This isn't happening. I'm not going to be some weirdo noble who gets obsessed with a child just because he looks like a baby emperor with god magic—"
Her breath caught again.
His face—unconscious, peaceful.
Why did that image stay burned into her mind?
Why did she feel angry... at whoever might be taking care of him right now?
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💔 Nebra's Inner Monologue
> "I'm not soft."
"I don't fall for anyone. Especially not some nobody commoner who looks like he came out of a divine prophecy."
"So why… why does it feel like he already belongs to me?"
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From the shadows, Nebra turned one last time to look down at the battlefield, watching as Grim's body was lifted by Julius's personal guards.
Her fingers dug into the stone.
> "That spell. That power. That look in his eyes."
"...What are you?"
And more disturbingly...
> "Why does my heart hurt… knowing I can't walk down there and stand beside you?"
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🖤 Narrator:
> She didn't know his name.
She didn't know his origin.
She didn't know why her heart raced when he smiled at nothing.
But Nebra Silva was marked—and the flame inside her had only just begun to bury