"You know, when we were being attacked by those beasts back at the Zaforths Academy, I saved a few girls who were with me using my blood magic—yes, the same blood magic they termed as demonic arts.
"Those girls were some of the people who harassed me—well, everyone did to be honest—yet I still saved them, because I was not the demon they were claiming me to be. But when I come here, what do I see? Nothing had changed. They were still treating me the same, as if I had not saved their lives mere hours ago."
I continued listening to her without interrupting. Her expression grew more twisted as she spoke, letting all the rage and spiteful feelings she had kept locked inside surface.
I knew it was gonna lead to this. After all, none of the things I had said to her were false. It was true that she was being treated unfairly by everyone, along with the fact that she could be a useful asset for humanity and not some curse put upon them.
