The Wrong Dryad and the Lord of Darkness

It’s hard to live without magic in a family where everyone is not a god, then a dryad. But I’m not giving up: I settled perfectly on Earth, I’m finishing university, and I’m looking for a job. No, dear little sister, I’m not going to replace you in your fiancé’s castle. Don’t even insist. What am I, a dryad, if I can barely tell an oak from a birch?! What do you mean the Lord of Darkness doesn’t care? No, I’m not going—stop insisting, a-а-and insist—!!