Strange Tiefling

How could Jona not know all this? But she hated them! Her father was dead!

Her father had once worked tirelessly, day after day, for decades to save everyone and protect the entire clan. Through the strength of his character, he had inspired all the Tieflings and led them down the path of goodness.

He had been misunderstood, hunted, and ostracized, yet he had endured it all. He had poured every ounce of his heart and soul into establishing, within this secluded castle, a place where the Tieflings could truly belong.

Here, Tieflings would not be bullied. They supported and cared for one another. Jona had once believed that this place would eventually become what her father had always hoped for: a Tiefling settlement accepted by the world. Here, Tieflings would not be criminals or minions of evil, but upright inhabitants of the continent, an intelligent race equal to dwarves, elves, and humans!

But after the evil dragon came, all of it vanished into smoke.

What grieved Jona even more was that her father had not died at the hands of the evil dragon! He had died at the hands of the students he had painstakingly taught! He had pulled them free from the delusions of their bloodline, yet they were the very ones who had tortured her father to death with their own hands!

How could Jona not hate them?

Compared to enemies, traitors were always the most detestable!

That was a universal truth!

In fact, everyone present understood it, including the burly Tiefling who had stopped Jona. That was right—no one was a saint. If there had been one, it was Mandel, who had just died!

Did the survivors not hate those companions who had betrayed them? Of course they did! They had always hated them.

But the