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Filita has never met her father.

Filita has only seen her mother once since she was born.

She remembers her mother tied to a pole, smiling at herself. Many people she didn't know were standing next to the pole, holding torches. It was like a bonfire that night, everyone sang and danced and then lit the firewood around the pole. The flames burned, and instead of screaming, her mother just smiled and looked at herself, tears streaming down her face.

Filita took the hand of a man and asked her mother what was wrong, and the man laughed and said.

"Ahhh, she, ah, has become 'unclean'. But it does not matter, the flames will purify her soul and the gods will forgive her sins."

Filita seemed to understand.

Growing up, she heard that her mother was willing to put on a show with those boring adults in order to let herself live. She made a penitent face and died in the fire, loudly proclaiming the sins of the demons, loudly spitting on her "shameless" self who was mated with the demons and gave birth to an heir. She warned the girls in the city to kill themselves if they were caught by the demons, to tell them that chastity is more important than life, in exchange for her only daughter to survive.

Filita was adopted by a lonely old man in the city and lived as his granddaughter.

Just a little Filita soon found that she was a little different from others.

Her hair was white and grew quickly, always reaching her waist. Her skin was white and her eyes were a bright orange, completely different from the little ones around her.

This difference has also never been understood since the beginning.

The children hit her head with a stone, and Filita clumsily shielded her head with her hands, but still got hit on the head.

They called her a monster.

Filita didn't know what a monster was, but she knew they hated her, or they wouldn't have splashed her with liquid from the potty, or put lots and lots of dead bedbugs, centipedes, and poisonous snakes in her seat, or put little notes with insults on her back and laughed around her.

Filita was very aggrieved.

She whispered to her grandfather, who always sighed helplessly and leaned on his cane to tell her:

"Filita, you have to do better, to leave them speechless ......"

Filita nodded her head.

She studied the dusty magic books in the library by herself, and it was strange to say that she seemed to be able to understand those strange things. At that time, Filita did not understand that this was the so-called "magic genius", she was just happy to tell her teacher that she could read and understand and could use magic.

So that night, Filita was beaten up by the children around her, and by their parents.

Some people took sticks, some took off their shoes, some had bare hands, but no one save the strength, no one repented.

"My children can't do magic, why should you?"

"Say! Where the hell did you learn that, you bad boy who study alone!"

"Don't think you're superior just because you know magic, you bastard will always be a bastard! Just like your mother, all bottom-feeding bitches!"

"Hit her! Beat her up! Ask her where the hell she learned it from!"

"Go Daddy! Hm, don't you know magic, use it instead, fight back!"

The gray-headed Filita was covered in bruises.

Someone spit a mouthful of sticky spit on her face.

"Damn bad luck, the dog raised actually dare to flaunt towards the master, really give her face."

"That's right. Hey, sister, if I have to say your child should only know magic, wait to come back from the mouth of this little bitch to ask out the source of magic, we can be well together, later to ......"

"That is what should be."

Everyone laughed and the crowd dispersed.

Filita limped back home, grandfather also can only lean on crutches, character cowardly he hesitated for a long time, before whispering curses:

"This group of people is too much ......"

After cursing, rushed to quietly open the door to look out, to confirm that no one heard before rest assured.

Filita bit her lips tightly and did not say a word.

The old man sighed as he gently medicated her.

It need to become stronger. To protect herself, to protect grandpa.

Thinking this way, Filita endured the torture while learning magic. Finally, when she raised her hand and blew up a mound, no one dared to touch her. Some of those who had beaten her even came forward to apologize -

Filita was happy.

Just when Filita thought she was used to this kind of life, she has grown more and more beautiful. She bears some resemblance to her own mother, but is perhaps more beautiful and attractive because of her mixed blood. When she was twelve years old, Pierce, the head of the nobility of the West City, came to her door and said he was willing to take her as a concubine - of course, to ensure the reputation of Lord Pierce, this matter could not be said openly. Filita was still the same magician who sat in the city during the day, but at night, she was to become her Pierce's toy.

Filita did not hesitate to refuse.

A few days later, Filita finished killing the devils at the front, returned home with a tired, to see the dying grandfather.

The same as himself back then.

He was covered with an unknown amount of dung and dirt, his thin, bony body was beaten and bloodied, one eye was permanently blind, and the other was gray, and when he saw Filita return, he stretched out that hand and said tremulously:

"Filita ...... Grandpa... ...did not promise them ...... grandfather before ...... sorry for you. Didn't ...... protect you well. You should not hate humans ...... they just do not understand. Just afraid of you. ...... You have to protect the city, one day, they will accept you, one day ......"

The old man took his last breath.

Filita's cries carried far that day.

Neighbors in the neighborhood could hear the heartbreaking cries.

That night, the man who was hired by Pierce to do the job, the house was burned to the ground.

Afterwards, someone asked Pierce, you are not afraid of it, not afraid of her revenge.

Pierce laughed and said afraid of what! She looks proud and indifferent, but at heart is a dog, a homeless can only wag the tail! She has little courage, she does not even have the courage to kill, because she was born to be the most inferior woman, this inferiority complex has long been ingrained!

At the end, Pierce licked his lips and scoffed:

"I just don't know who will be her master in the future, who will be able to experience that soul-crushing flirtatious style. I wonder whose body she will kneel in the future, licking whose toes and looking at who with those foxy eyes! Haha, hahahahaha ...... But no one has that chance anymore. Since she's so cowardly, let's squeeze all her remaining value out of her."

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Filita, who recalled all the previous ones, laughed.

Grandfather said, do not hate humans, but to protect them well.

But in the end, no one understood herself. Everything she did was like a joke, and when the demon army proposed "sacrificing her for peace", the people chanted and seemed to be relieved.

Filita also seemed to be relieved.

She was tied up like her mother, tied to a post, gagged, unable to chant or draw a formation, losing all her power. And the ugly demons, after repeatedly confirming that there was no danger, crawled towards her with a grin and extended their sinful hands to her.

A mountain of monsters.

Filita's soft lips trembled, teeth clenched the rough rope strangled mouth, blood flowed between the white teeth.

But I want to live so badly.

Want to be recognized by humans, want to integrate into human life, want to talk with them, want to have a more prosaic and long-term future.

Am I wrong? Am I wrong for having demon blood, for can not protecting my mother and grandfather?

The monster ripped open her shirt.

The fishy smelling mouth, the hideously sharp teeth, just bit into her white neck.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of gold and iron clashing, heard the sound of something piercing into flesh and blood.

The swarm of monsters stopped.

Filita turned around with difficulty and saw the young man who was waving his hands exaggeratedly as if he was repelling mosquitoes:

"Get out of the way! Don't you know that private property is sacrosanct? I am now the lord of West City, this is our magician of West City. Do you hear me? You hear me? You dare to try, Alea, hit it!

The woman in silver and white armor swept past her like the wind and pulled out the sword that had been nailed into the monster's head, and her sharp sword killed the monster that dared to come at her.

The teenager who was a little taller than her slowly and leisurely followed and untied his rope.

Filita leaned on him without a bit of strength, or to be precise, on his arms.

She saw the gentle smile of the teenager surveyed the overwhelming demons, a hand is actually not even shaking, as if everything under the sky is not in the eyes of the general said:

"I am Lieder and today is to take her away, I see which has the guts to stand in my way!"