Black Clover Trivia #8: Julius "heals" injuries by reversing the time on his and other people's wounds.

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Delphia munched lazily on a small plate of creamy shrimp pasta found among the prepared banquet. She kept to the small group she had accompanied, ignoring the tense atmosphere and inwardly cursing Julius for dragging her to the ceremony she had been hoping to avoid.

As her gaze shifted across the room, she sighed, switching her plate for a glass of wine. What luck... I can't even enjoy my favourite dish.

"The heck is this?! I've never eaten anything like this! So good!"

The vice-captain couldn't help but sigh heavier when she caught sight of Asta's rather unrefined table manners.

"How can you be so bold?" Klaus asked incredulously, "You're amazing, Asta."

"No, he's just unrefined," Yuno snubbed.

Practically tasting the displeasure thicken in the air, Delphia frowned, eyes glowing subtly beneath her lids as she took another casual sip of her wine.

"Vulgar peasant. Why did the Wizard King invite such lowborn scum?"

Delphia's eyes trailed to Alecdora, a member of the Golden Dawn who was actually three years her senior. Someone she currently held a grudge against for stealing William away during her visit, leading her to the tender mercy of her most beloved cousin, Langris.

"I can't sense any magic from him. Them capturing the dungeon must've been sheer luck."

Not like you could. Delphia mentally rolled her eyes. While a skilled mage and a bearer of immense endurance, Nebra's prowess was best against live foes. She'd be more of a hindrance on a dungeon mission than anything as her magic was more illusionary based and best for capture and even evasion.

"The way he eats is disgusting."

"It's unnatural for him to be here. Filthy rat."

Delphia's eyes narrowed dangerously as they snapped to the youngest Silva son. The fingers on her free hand twitched, a frown pulling on her lips.

"Man, listen to them tear into me. Good thing I'm used to it." Asta shrugged as he continued stuffing his face.

Delphia nearly anime fell at the blunt comment, sweatdropping at the boy. Ah... what nonchalance.

"You also have a peasant in your squad. The peasant who's forgotten his place since everyone fawns over him because of the four-leaf grimoire he has."

Delphia blinked, straightening as she realized who exactly made that comment.

"Leopold?" She frowned.

"I could've handled capturing that dungeon even better," The young Vermillion bragged.

"That's quite confident, crimson brat," Alecdora retorted, "It's not like we expect anything from that peasant. We are the ones who embody Lord Vangeance and the Golden Dawn's ideals."

"W-With all due respect..." Klaus began.

"That goes for you all well, Klaus. Aren't you ashamed, being here with your lack of skill?"

Delphia's hand tightened around her glass as Alecdora turned to degrade his own squad members. The glass cracked as Solid took his chance to speak up.

"Now, now. The most useless fool here... is you. Wouldn't you agree, Noelle?"

Noelle gasped as she was suddenly pushed aside into Asta. Her eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder, seeing the arm Solid was using to hold the glass he was going to pour on her, gripped in a lithe hand.

The room was silent and tense as a red liquid slowly dripped down the Silva's head, staining his clothes. Solid was practically seething as he glared into cyan eyes.

"You-"

"Ah, sorry. You looked like you needed to cool down." Delphia drawled calmly as she placed her now empty glass on a nearby table, though the coldness in her eyes said another story.

"L-Lady Rotta."

Noelle flinched as her idol's eyes were quick to move to her form but slowly relaxed, seeing how they softened and warmed at her sight. This is why...

"Are you alright, Noelle?"

"Y-yes! I'm fine!" ...you're my idol!

"Delphia."

Glancing over her shoulder, she threw Solid back as she turned to fully face the eldest Silva. She ignored Solid's glares and how he was positioned as if he was about to attack, favouring to acknowledge his brother.

"Nozel."

Purple eyes stared her down behind a braided fringe. She took the stare head-on, refusing the back down on this, especially when her squad being victimized.

"I have allowed you leeway, Delphia. Do not push it."

Solid and Nebra stepped, far braver -arrogant- to face the tarot user with their brother there to support them.

"Know your place, bitch," Solid sneered, "We'll treat the embarrassment as we wish. She can't even control her magic."

"She's basically been exiled from the Silva family. I'm surprised she even had the nerve to return to the Noble realm," Nebra mocked, "Leave us to do our business, Lady Rotta."

Delphia turned away to glare at the siblings. They shivered, faces angst as they took a step back at her dagger-like stare.

"Do not presume you hold any power to order me."

Asta watched beside Noelle, as their vice-captain faced off against the siblings.

"Hey, Noelle, what did Delphia-senpai mean?" He whispered.

Noelle was silent as she kept her eyes trained on the situation.

"The Rotta are an old noble family. Their history has touched not just Clover Kingdom, but other lands as well," Noelle responded, voice almost reverent as she recalled all the stories Delphia had told her as a child of her family, "A family of explorers with a scholar's heart, historians and revolutionaries. Despite their nature to go off and wander to discover the lands, there has always been one family they have served loyally since their conception."

"Eh? Which family?"

"The Royal House of Silva"

Asta's eyes widened as he stared between the silver-haired siblings and his vice-captain.

"Eh?! Your family!"

Noelle nodded, "The Rotta have always been faithful vassals to the Silva. As children, the Rotta are introduced to their liege lord or lady, training beside them and following them until they come of age during their grimoire ceremony. It is then that they are free to do what they wish, but in heart, they will always return to their liege's side."

"Doesn't that mean Delphia-senpai has to listen to your siblings?"

"No," Noelle shook her head, "While Lady Rotta will go out of her way to watch over and protect the rest of the family there is only one whose orders she'll follow."

"Eh, who is it?"

"...Nozel-niisama."

"Stand down, Delphia. I will not say it again," Nozel warned.

"I will not stand by, not for this," Delphia refuted.

"She does not belong here," Nozel turned his gaze on his youngest sister, eyes cold and resolute, "Begone, failure that killed out mother."

Noelle flinches, her hand reaching out instinctively towards her vice-captain. Delphia stepped in front of her squadmates, an arm raised out in as if to block them from Nozel's sights. Her usually apathetic nature replaced with one of fierce protectiveness, eyes glowing as her magic rose to the surface. Nozel's eyes widened slightly at the sight.

"Don't ruin this. She isn't her. Just tell them the tru-"

"Delphia!"

The young woman tensed as purple eyes glared at her, but only she and one other could see the desperation in his eyes.

"Stand down now, Delphia."

Delphia frowned, but pursed her lips, slowly moving to a more relaxed stance. Although it wasn't her place to speak about such things, especially in such a public venue in front of three other squads and Asta, she had loathed how the siblings treated their youngest. It was why she had taken to keeping Noelle away from her older siblings when they were younger, going as far as taking her away to her own manor when she believed the situation was going too far.

Staring at the three siblings, she couldn't believe that they were the same children that used to crowd their pregnant mother and touch her growing stomach in awe and wonder.

Where had they gone?

The youngest son who spoke reverently to his unborn sibling, telling her of the adventures they'd go on and how he'd always be there to watch over her as the older brother he'd finally be.

The only daughter who dearly wished for another girl to dress up and gossip with.

The eldest, who had stayed by his mother's side, whispering stories of their family and words of promise to love and protect her.

The family that she had loved and sworn to wholeheartedly... gone and replaced due to misguided thoughts and actions.

Her thoughts turned to the visions she had seen growing up, faced with every time she found herself butting into the conflicts between the siblings. Visions of a family torn to ruin, blinded by lies and unfounded anger— a family abandoned and betrayed by the one they broke so methodically.

But her heart held hope for that one future, one filled with love and unity, of forgiveness and acknowledgment.

Delphia will do everything in her power to make sure is it that one future that comes true, even if it takes years to accomplish. She'll do anything, for every other vision has only shown her destruction and the death of the Lord she had sworn her life too.

Noelle's hands were clasped in front of her as she gazed at her idol's back in wonder. The woman she admired and loved with all her heart. The only one to ever believe in her and comfort her. Her protector. Her very own guardian angel.

Everyone started as a loud crash echoed through the room. Noelle looked up at her squadmate in shock and confusion as he stomped up onto one of the tables.

"A-Asta?"

They gaped at him as he stared down, determinedly at the assembled group.

"I thought you'd all be amazing since you were called here, but you're no different from the rest of them!" He scowled, "Calling us peasants, rate, embarrassments, failures... Who cares if you think we're worthy or not?!"

Delphia nodded approvingly. That's our Asta...

"Just you watch! I'm going to-"

Sand quickly surrounded the ash blond, cutting off his declaration.

Delphia's eyes gleamed, hand ready by her grimoire before she relaxed, a hidden smirk pulling on her lips as she decided to keep back and enjoy the show.

"That's enough, you scoundrel," Alecdora sneered, "You shouldn't even be allowed to talk! Silence!"

The sand was soon cut away as the magic was negated by a swipe of Asta's sword.

"I won't shut up!"

"He just-!"

"Listen up, you bastards! I'm going to pile up some results, become the Wizard King, and shut you all up!"

Delphia held back a smile, eyes gleaming with pride for the Black Bulls' magic-less boy.

Even all of you will have your trouble keeping his loud mouth shut. 

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A/N Another update! Woooo! Switched things up for this chapter, but Solid totally got what he deserved. Man really tried to pull that around the protective mama who can see the future. Idiot~ 

Things are about to go down in the next chapter and I can't wait! This chapter is dedicated to @angiesvoid because even if the nickname you suggested isn't Delphia's alias, she is Noelle's personal guardian angel. 

Delphia's alias will be revealed in the next chapter! If there's anything you guys like to see as a special / omake don't be afraid to ask! 

Question: Who is your favourite Black Clover character and why? 

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UPDATED: 10/06/20