[Arza's POV]
Arza looked ahead towards the crowd of students gathered.
Her serpentine red eyes were still… unnaturally so, while her snow-white hair moved with the breeze as if they had minds of their own.
She didn't care about what was happening around her.
She didn't care how people were staring at her. Some in awe while others in fear.
She was the daughter of the demon king. And the one who inherited the Noctharion bloodline in its purest form.
The twin obsidian horns on her head were proof of that. As no demon could have horns.
Only those who had the purest form of high ranking-demon bloodline had them.
Among her thirty siblings only two were born with one—that was proof of how rare they were.
She was one of only two children out of her siblings to be born with obsidian horns.
The others whispered about her.
They called her a future Demon Queen.
They praised her beauty.
They praised her strength.
And yet…
…yet she cared for none of these.
She felt nothing.
