'Ha, she's making me use my head,' I thought, rubbing the back of my neck as my mind wandered to Cecilia. It wasn't exactly comfortable, this new version of her. She'd always been an annoyance, sure, but she'd never outright tried to crush me. That was the thing—if she had wanted to, it would've been laughably easy for her.
Back before my contract with Luna, before I scraped my way to high Silver-rank and unlocked the potential of Lucent Harmony, I was, objectively speaking, nothing. No connections, no influence, no power beyond a desperate ambition and whatever scraps of strategy I could muster. Cecilia Slatemark, with her towering influence and an arsenal of cunning that made my tactical maneuvers look like child's play, could have squashed me like an ant.
But she didn't. Not once.
And I'd been puzzling over that for longer than I cared to admit.
