Triggered

Another Version of Normal

Chapter 2

Another version of normal

Emi just stood there, eyeing Delia with an awkward smile, uncertain on whether she should draw back her hand or shake hers which seems to be attached at the tip of her katana. After a few moments of silence and Delia's discouraging emotionless look, Emi pulls away and shoots her a last smile. She doesn't know why Delia doesn't seem to be in a friendly mode, but let's better not mess with people's patience. No longer after she took a few steps closer to Metz, Metz and Dante exchanged a few nods and meaningful looks that Emi failed to understand and just stared at them confused. However Delia seemed to know exactly what this is about.

Dante approached Delia, eyes hardly fixed on her, especially focused on her hand lying at her katana, as if she was going to pull it out at any moment and clash their heads open. Now Emi could fully detect the reason of the tense atmosphere in the room. Dante considered Delia a threat, since she managed to enter, not any other safe house, but the foundation's HQ unnoticed. Emi had this feeling again. Her gut was telling her that this won't end up good; Dante had put his defenses up and was ready to act if necessary. Metz was now standing closer to her, putting his own body a few inches in front of hers protectively. Even though he is well aware of Emi being a seeker who can cast spells and call out titans, she doesn't have any field experience and Metz wants to make sure that her first battle will be an easier one for her.

What surprised Emi more than Dante's and Metz's positions was Delia's calm and indifferent expression. She even sighed out of indignation, seeing that Dante is taking so long to examine her. Her gut told her that this girl has something interesting but then again, the same goes for every person with secrets. She is a person with many secrets as well and somehow, she finds herself really keen on knowing Delia's. She must be an experienced seeker, that she can tell, and what's better than starting your seeker path with someone who can show you the right way by your side. After all, Metz said she needed a mentor. And not only she seems to know what she is doing, but judging by the looks on Dante's and Metz's faces, she has more knowledge about titans than her superiors. What really is an abnormal titan?

Delia, getting both amused by their priceless faces wit narrow eyes and clenched jaws and bored of the silence, she let out a rather deep voiced chuckle and she said something in German. Everyone's head turned to Metz, the only person fluent with that language, whose face relaxed and he immediately stepped closer to the girl.

"Don't tell me you are Fernando Santiago's daughter?" he asked with a glimpse in his eyes and a smile on his lips, earning a nod from the female. The elder's expression softened even more.

"Oh my, look at you! You are all grown up! How old are you now, 20? How is your father doing?" Dante and Emi were staring at the two of them confused, wondering how they know each other, especially Dante. He doesn't remember any Fernando Santiago. Delia's lip corner merely rose a bit.

"Yes I am 20 now and my father is doing well, our clan keeps serving our purpose just like it always did."

"Forgive me for interrupting this pleasant as it seems reunion, but would you mind enlightening us too?" Dante asked, less tense than before, but still remaining serious. Delia turned to look at him indifferent.

"Of course mister Vale. I am a member of the Red Dragon clan which originates in Japan but has members from all over the world. We have been loyal to the foundation since its very beginnings and our purpose is to keep... unnecessary trouble out of your way. And for Holy Dragon's shake, your friends wouldn't have been here if I hadn't saved them, you can at least feel grateful and drop those face which looks like your nostrils just detected a fart in the room!"

Emi was stunned. This girl seemed so calm and preserved; she did not expect her to be rude. She couldn't trace any sign of anger in her eyes, but she could tell that she actually was mad for some reason and it wasn't Dante's lack of gratitude. Dante was about to frown even more but restrained himself and calmed his senses.