His problem was when he fought against Templars or other Providence descendants.
Those who knew his ability could easily avoid eye contact to take him down.
Seeing Malacai deep in thought, Fiona caresses his cheek.
"For starters, tonight, there is a birthday party for my aunt.
My dad won't be there, but many influential people of my generation will be. My mom will be there too.
Can you come?"
"Is everyone there a witch or Templar? Your mom is a witch, too, right?"
Fiona's eyes turn gloomy; she answers in a low tone, "Yes... I am the only one who doesn't have any power."
She paused for a moment, then added, "Now that I think about it, they will treat you badly because of me, too. Maybe it's better you don't come."
Fiona said that, but her eyes looked hopefully at Malacai.
Malacai smirked, "Why? Do they bully you?"
