-This chapter is written using Angelica's POV-
All I could do was run away. But there was no point to it.
There was no place for me anywhere.
Born to two races, I didn't belong to any.
Angels are sought after due to their healing and strengthening abilities. It's said that a tear of one is capable of making a hundred potions or healing a limb, while a drop of blood can create elixirs capable of making one immortal.
Dragons are hunted due to the durability of their scales and the power of their cores. To make the best armor and weapons, you'd probably need to kill a dragon or two.
Be it small villages or big cities, it was impossible for me to live among others.
It never took long for my identity to be exposed, and hurting me was just too profitable.
Armor that heals a knight, weapons that strengthen the user more than any other... my death was more valuable than my life.
So I ran.
I did it until my legs hurt.
