Perhaps I Came at the Wrong Time

Jiang Zhiwei gently closed her eyes, recalling the scenes she had witnessed.

Perhaps continuing to lie low would have presented a better opportunity, but when she saw infants less than a year old being skinned and stripped of their bones like livestock in that slaughterhouse, turned into blood food, she could no longer endure it.

What enraged her most was that those working in the slaughterhouse were not demons transformed into human form, but ordinary, pure-blooded Human Race civilians.

Those humans wore numb, icy expressions as they worked along the assembly line, brutally killing members of their own race who shared their blood and appearance, skinning them, stripping their bones, digging out their hearts and lungs.

Looking at the indifference on their faces, she had even suspected that demons had cast some illusion upon them, allowing them to ignore the infants' cries and wield their butcher's blades without the slightest guilt.

Breaking free from those blood-red memories, Jiang Zhiwei opened her eyes.

"At the time, I drew my sword and slaughtered every last person in that slaughterhouse."

"After that, I sneaked back into the home of the Vice Minister of Rites in the capital, where I found a great quantity of processed infant flesh."

She gave a cold laugh.

"I had still harbored a fantasy, thinking that family might actually have been demons in disguise."

"But not one member of the Minister of Rites' family was a demon in disguise. From top to bottom, they were all ordinary mortals."

"A group of humans sharing the same bloodline actually ate infant flesh, hearts, and livers every day with a clear conscience."

What Jiang Zhiwei had seen in the capital of the Great Liang Dynasty had shown her for the first time what it meant for the human heart to be more