I am a descendant of demons and immortals.
Before I was ten years old, I was raised by relatives from the demon clan.
He placed me at the foot of the Immortal Mountain where the Immortals practice.
He told me earnestly: "The people who killed your parents are the immortals. You have to grow up well and avenge them in the future, you know?"
I didn't even bother to nod, and I felt particularly disgusted with this relative.
He didn't know where he picked me up back then.
This man is full of nonsense, and now he wants a ten-year-old girl to be a spy.
It's true that he belongs to the fantasy-type demon tribe.
Concept: There is always someone in the world who understands you better than yourself