Story of Airelina Frembell

Airelina Frembell

It seems that Amphy cannot recall the true beginnings of our relationship. He cannot remember the time when we first crossed paths.

Fifteen years ago, when we were both young, our lives were intertwined in a different way. My mother served as a doctor for the government, while my father was a soldier in the human empire. They both dedicated themselves to the cause during the tumultuous Second Dragonoid War, under the leadership of Captain Ador Harrison, Amphy's father.

Captain Harrison was a remarkable man, known for his compassion and consideration towards his subordinates. He would defy orders from the general if it meant avoiding the sacrifice of any members of his platoon. His sense of honor was boundless, and it's no wonder that Amphy carries that same virtue within him. He truly resembles his father.

During the war, the families of the soldiers were placed in a secure camp located in the heart of the Ancient Forest of the Guardian's Haven. The floating continent provided unparalleled safety amidst the ongoing chaos. Even in the midst of calamity, children like Amphy and me continued our studies in the makeshift school established by the government. The classes were a mix of dragonoids and humans, fostering a unique environment where we first encountered one another.

Both Amphy and I were undeniably adorable in our youth, totally! If I were to ever come across a younger version of Amphy, I would definitely indulge in pinching his cheeks for hours on end. Of course, at that time, there were no romantic feelings between us—we were just children.

However, it was on a specific night when our bond began to deepen. The circumstances surrounding how we ended up lost in the ancient forest remain unclear, or perhaps I have simply forgotten. Regardless, we found ourselves holding each other's hands as we wandered through the eerie forest, filled with trepidation that we might lose one another. Amphy, being only four years old, was quite the crybaby. As his elder, I made a promise to bring him safely back home.

Unfortunately, our journey took an unexpected turn when we were attacked by a menacing dark wolf. Acting swiftly, I shielded us from its claws with my own arm, which began to bleed profusely. The wolf, driven by hunger and fury, relentlessly pursued us, despite our attempts to flee for several kilometers.

Eventually, we found ourselves cornered on a precarious ledge. In that critical moment, something stirred within Amphy, and he tapped into his instinct for combat, wielding a sturdy twig as a makeshift weapon. With conviction, he shouted defiantly at the wolf, proclaiming, "Don't touch my princess!" It may have been a line borrowed from a fairy tale his mother used to tell him as a bedtime story, but even to this day, I find it incredibly endearing and heart-stirring.

Amphy's determination and bravery manifested as he struck the wolf three times, causing it to retreat in pain. We were finally free from its clutches.

When Amphy noticed the wound on my arm, he instinctively retrieved a dark crimson handkerchief from his pocket and used it to staunch the bleeding. In that moment, I was utterly amazed by this young boy. He became my true hero, my personal savior. He embodied the qualities of a knight, noble and courageous.

Eventually, search parties located us and brought us back home. However, our time together as children was short-lived. The war escalated, reaching even the Guardian's Haven. As a result, we were separated for an extended period of time.

Nevertheless, I held onto the handkerchief he had given me, treasuring it as a memento. I repurposed it as a hair ribbon, a constant reminder of our shared past and the bond we once had. The handkerchief adorned my hair as a symbol of the connection that had transcended time and distance.

A year later, a tragic event unfolded that forever changed the course of my life. My parents, both dragonoids, were falsely accused of treason simply because of their heritage. The prevailing discrimination against dragonoids was as pervasive then as it is now. They were condemned to a public execution, subjected to the same fate on the very same date. In their final moments, they clung to each other, expressing their love with their last breaths. Their heads fell to the ground simultaneously, ending their lives in an instant.

I bore witness to this horrific display of human discrimination and abuse of power. It was in that moment that my resolve solidified—to dismantle the human empire and fight for the freedom of all dragonoids. Meanwhile, Amphy's father, Captain Harrison, harbored a deep resentment towards the unjust judgment imposed upon my parents. Unable to tolerate such injustice within his own ranks, he chose to relinquish his position as a captain and withdraw from military service. The Harrison family sought solace in a peaceful existence from that point onward.

Being an orphaned dragonoid was akin to being trapped in a hellish nightmare. Every aspect of life during that time felt like hell. I attempted to secure employment as a dragonoid maid in various households, serving different dukes and duchesses. Unfortunately, the treatment of dragonoids in those households was often harsh and abusive. I was bought and sold, traded from city to city, enduring unimaginable hardships simply in order to survive.

There was a time where a perverted duke tried to molest me. It just so happen that I managed to snatch out his knife and slit his throat just before he was able to touch my private parts. He died instantly. That was the first time I killed someone. And that was the first time I discovered my passion.

To kill humans.

I decided to sell myself to a lot of rich people. Human celebrity scum, human businessman scum, human soldier scum. All humans are scum. Because of my beauty, it was never hard to jump from one human to another. Once they try to rape me, I'll stab their heart or shoot a gun on their brain with a smile on my face. Then I'll steal their money and hop on to my next customer. That became my way of living for so long that I forgot to recognize the term 'honor' and 'justice' anymore.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still a virgin. I would kill them just before their fingers reach my thighs.

I have never been caught due to my meticulous use of fake names and aliases, ensuring that my true identity remains a mystery. To further evade detection, I constantly alter my appearance, experimenting with various hairstyles and makeup techniques. My cunning methods have effectively shielded me from the police, leaving them oblivious to my true self. The name Airelina Frembell, once associated with me, has been expertly erased from all records, leaving no trace behind.

The most recent victim of my lethal hand was none other than Duke Zac Schneider, a man known for his benevolence and compassion. At the time of his demise, I was a mere sixteen years old, while he stood five years my senior. It was during this period that Zac, in a display of genuine affection, had made vows of tender care and expressed his desire to marry me. For the second time in my life, I experienced the profound warmth of human love.

Zac possessed a heart of gold, radiating kindness in all his interactions. Remarkably, even when provoked by his dragonoids, he refrained from laying a finger on them. His exceptional character set him apart from others. There was an incident when he faced an assassination attempt, resulting in a treacherous stab wound to his back. Eager to earn his trust, I valiantly took it upon myself to defend him, issuing orders to the dragonoid guards to apprehend the perpetrator.

Coincidentally, the assassin responsible for the attempt on Zac's life turned out to be one of his own dragonoids—the very gardener entrusted with the care of his estate. Fueled by a deep-rooted animosity towards humans, the gardener unleashed his pent-up anger through the heinous act of killing his own master. Astonishingly, despite sustaining a grave injury inflicted by this particular dragonoid, Zac displayed an extraordinary level of mercy and forgiveness. He made the compassionate decision to release the gardener from captivity, allowing him to continue serving in his household.

Such a profound demonstration of compassion deeply moved me. In that moment, I couldn't help but recognize that Zac was unlike any other human I had encountered before. A glimmer of hope stirred within me, whispering that perhaps this man possessed the power to erase the festering hatred that resided within my heart.

It was as if Zac had the potential to transform every aspect of my life. The mere thought of his influence evoked a sense of anticipation, suggesting that he held the ability to bring about profound change in me.