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My mother looked at the little demon girl as she was quite shocked by her state. She was surprised I was holding a demon in my arms. But I think that the name these people are given is just wrong. In my previous life, demons were beings of myths and folklore that represented all evil things and sins… but this girl is just a girl with a slightly different appearance than us.
"She's not a demon!" I said.
"Eh?"
"I hate how these people are called after such a vile name that represents monsters that embody our sins and evilness… I bet her tribe has a name of its own… She's just… a lost girl, mistreated by the world." I sighed.
"…Sylphy." My mother opened her eyes in surprise, raising her eyebrows, as she smiled gently. "You're right, leave this to your mother now."
