The Promise

A half-demon, as the name implied, was only half demon.

And because half of its body belonged to humans, it naturally resembled a human more closely from birth... Wasn't that so?

Most half-demons could be described as ugly and deformed. The more extreme ones looked neither human nor demon, walking around in horrifying bodies that made humans afraid. Pure-blooded demons had even less intention of accepting them—after all, most half-demons were born because demons couldn't control their lower bodies.

It was practically impossible to expect demons who had mated with humans merely to vent their desires, then accidentally left behind descendants, to take responsibility.

"Ow! It hurts like hell! Damn woman, can't you be a little gentler?"

The half-demon in red robes glared unhappily at the Witch before him, who was a head shorter than he was. From the perspective demons used when sizing up humans, the half-demon boy muttered inwardly: Too small. There isn't much meat to eat. Though it's probably tender and fine-textured, it likely doesn't have much bite... Why is she so skinny? She probably doesn't taste very good.

Though the half-demon boy had never eaten a human.

"If it weren't for the fact that you helped me drive off that toad, I wouldn't have bothered treating you at all."

The little Miko was a head shorter than the half-demon boy and looked barely ten... or perhaps eleven. The childishness had not yet faded from her face, but her words were already those of an old woman—making the half-demon boy grind his teeth in resentment.

But there was nothing he could do... He couldn't beat her!

She was clearly only ten and a half! Damn it!!

As a half-demon, he had already seen snow fall for sixteen winters. Once he made it through next year's spring and