The white snake hissed, its body wiggling on the floor as it headed toward Eiran.
The boy jolted to his feet, stepping backward.
"T-Take it away!" he shouted in horror. He'd only ever heard about these venomous creatures in books. However, he never wanted to encounter one!
"Why fear? Aren't you the son of a demon?" one of the men sneered.
"Snakes can't harm you," the other chuckled.
Both of them had removed the marks they wore. One was as pale as a vampire, while the other was tan—like he was from a town in the southern region of Revhara.
"D-Demon?" Eiran frowned.
"Yeah, your dad's a demon."
"One that hates his own kind."
The men laughed, but Eiran didn't find it funny.
"H-Hate his own kind? W-Who hates their own people?" His voice trembled despite himself.
The snake now stood only a few feet away. It had stopped moving as if it could understand their conversation.
"Well, your dad does," one of the men shrugged.
