"Those mixed-bloods. Actually, I probably shouldn't say that, since I'm a mixed-blood myself, but they're just too strange."
The bard spoke with a grave expression.
"Oh? How are they strange?"
Jia Xiu was quite curious.
Generally speaking, human-Devil Race hybrids were far more normal than pure-blooded Devil Race members.
After all, among humans, the extremely antisocial ones would count as decent citizens among the Devil Race.
The human part of a mixed-blood's heritage could indeed dilute the degree of mental abnormality by quite a bit.
And in most cases, human blood made up the greater part of a mixed-blood's lineage.
A Tiefling might have had one Devil Race ancestor several generations back; even if every generation afterward married humans, they would basically still be Tieflings, though the Devil Race traits would visibly lessen with each generation.
But exactly how many generations it took before those traits became completely invisible remained unsettled.
In any case, situations like Mia's—where her great-great-grandmother was an Elf, yet no trace of it could be seen in her generation—did not exist.
Clearly, the genes for Devil Race traits were dominant to an invincible degree.
The bard lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "They want every race and the Devil Race to unite."
When Jia Xiu had asked, he had indeed considered many possibilities bizarre beyond all bounds.
But even so, this answer surprised him.
So much so that he suspected he had misheard.
"What did you say?"
"Every race, and the Devil Race," the bard repeated, this time solemnly, enunciating each word with complete clarity, "to unite."
Jia Xiu leaned back in his seat, trying to make sense of the situation.
The others were also shocked by the statement.
Margaret asked incredulously, "You mean a group of mixed-bloods, on Devil Race territory, in an area inhabited