Chapter 52 - Delilah

I know that of the three Fayte sisters, I’m probably, on the surface, the least threatening. Crista, as the oldest, was trained harder by our papa as she was to replace him as Beta of Nebrodi, then she also received a rare white wolf, so even before she became Luna of Incubi and the host of Light, she was seen as someone to respect and fear. Persephone’s outer appearance may not have instilled fear or respect, but she earned it once people knew what she could do with a computer.

I’ve always been the soft-spoken baby of the family—the sweet and innocent Fayte who wouldn’t harm a fly. Few people initially realized how deadly plants could be, even with my power. Most thought it was so fitting that a girl as delicate as a flower could make flowers. I hate that.

I know hate is a strong word, but try having people underestimate you for your whole life and see how it feels. I’ll admit that I prefer to handle situations without violence first. But that doesn’t make me delicate. That does