Paper Hearts (Nozel x OC)

6. The wrath and the resolution

Summary:

Angry Nozel faces Helena at the Silver Eagle base, what happens next...

Chapter Text

The air around Helena seemed to be heavier than usual, crushing her lungs and making it hard to breathe. The cold pressure, caused by immense amounts of released mana, was pushing her down and back. Helena needed to greatly focus in order to not stray away from this overwhelming force.

The air around Helena seemed to be heavier than usual, crushing her lungs and making it hard to breathe. The cold pressure, caused by immense amounts of released mana, was pushing her down and back. Helena needed to greatly focus in order to not stray away from this overwhelming force.

Nozel was a few meters away from her. He had his classic hairstyle, with the pointy ends at the upper back of his head and a braid hanging over his nose. However this time the tips of the part of his hair that was usually down, were levitating, lifted up by the magical power he was releasing. His brows were furrowed. Cold, lilac, eyes narrowed and lips put in a thin line. A stern and angry look on his face, reinforced by his sharp features. He resembled an eagle during a hunt.

And Helena felt as the one being targeted.

"I asked," his voice cut through the air like a whip. "What is the meaning of this?"

His arms were down, palms tense. Nozel stood straight up and was clearly looking down at Helena. She wouldn't allow that.

Helena started releasing her own dark red, cutting edge mana. She dusted off her clothes and looked him in the eyes. They were cold, deep, such a beautiful color, she could get lost in them. Perfectly drawing the irises and the shape of his lids, would have been a challenge even for her. However, now was not the time for art. Helena was furious with his behaviour.

Still she tried to keep a cool head.

"It was just a sparing," Helena stated. "Nils-san was kind enough to practice with me."

"I could see that," Nozel answered sternly. "I meant what are you doing here, foreigner?"

She quickly looked around. The knights had their heads low, overwhelmed by their captain's presence. Even Nebra and Solid, his own flesh and blood, were squirming and backed away uneasily. Helena wouldn't find help in either of them.

"I am getting to know the country, in which I am a guest. I also don't appreciate you calling me a foreigner. You make it sound like an insult" Helena said, approaching Nozel. Now they were only about three tens of centimetres away. She crossed her arms on her chest, powering up her mana release.

"Leave," Nozel said. Their eyes focused on each other in a duel of willpower. "You may be a guest at my house, but I will not tolerate you undermining my authority in front of my squad."

Helena's eyes opened widely. He was right, she realised. That's what she was doing. She simply intended to stick it to him personally, and not to cause a scene within the Silver Eagles. However he insulted her with them as witnesses. Helena quickly thought on how she could resolve this situation maturely, while proving that she didn't let Nozel boss her around. She decided it would be best to listen to him.

"I will do as you say," Helena admitted with her head high. "However I am tired of hearing your insults and will not stand by idly when you utter them."

"Good," Nozel said. His face was serious, as he looked over Helena's arm and took a step in that direction. He passed her side, his cape millimetres away from touching her. Helena looked after him. She was amazed by how he just managed to end and walk away from a confrontation like this. He got what he wanted and left.