*The Memory of a Young Anser*

"Mom, why do those people point at us and bully us?"

Anser's tearful expression looked as if just a gentle prod would make her burst into sobs.

The reason was painfully simple.
In an era when tensions between other races and humanity burned fiercely, she was born in the countryside, where she faced blatant ostracism from both children and adults alike.

Perhaps things would have been better if she had been born with a more human-like appearance, like an elf or a vampire.
But her striking violet eyes and blue skin were …