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“A hybrid that was created as the stronger one, the one who possessed both of the abilities and got more special abilities when two genes were mixed, would be accepted and cherished by the family and ancestors,” he explained as he looked at the spooky gate.

His eyes seemed to penetrate inside, straight to the castle.

“And the other one?” I asked.

I was certain it was the opposite.

“It wasn’t actually the opposite. But the ones who only got a few of the abilities of both genes and race. Not weak, but not strong enough to be cherished. And I am that kind of hybrid. I wasn’t treated...