It Is a Tool of Humanity

I am grateful.

I thank the noble lords who personally show what a human-centered society truly is.

Demi-human species? Such things should not exist in this world.

Beastkin? Elves? Dwarves? Demons?

All of them are inferior races.

Make sure that every other demi-human kneels beneath humanity’s feet.

I respect all who practice human supremacy.

I, too, wished to be born as a human.

I despise myself for being a pseudo-human.

They say my human blood is thicker...

But the moment horns grow from my head, I become nothing more than something resembling a human.

Scratch, scratch.

Once again today, I hear the sound of my horns being cut.

Once a day.

A very thin slice is shaved off.

It feels like filleting.

This is an underground prison.

A place where trash like me is locked away.

Scratch.

Ah, my nerves.

...

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

...

Scratch, scratch.

They are being ground away.

It hurts.

Because horns are not meant to be cut.

But even this pain is nothing compared to the joy of being able to contribute to humanity.

They say dragon horns sell for a high price.

Something about being a valuable medicinal ingredient, like antlers.

I’ve also heard they’re used to craft precious equipment.

Most of my left horn has been cut off.

My right horn is still intact.

Once they’re both completely gone, I suppose I won’t look much different from a human.

"Thank... you."

I must not forget to express my gratitude.

A man in a black uniform stands before me.

I assume he is a noble.

He is the one who always takes my cut-off horns.

He works hard.

"......"

No response comes.

That is normal.

An inferior species like me isn’t even worth speaking to.

It’s the same as ignoring a cockroach.

It must be unpleasant for him.

Having to come here and see someone like me every day.

That’s why I am all the more grateful.

Clack.

My meal has been served.

Bread and a meat-filled soup.

The soup in the bowl is quite delicious.

It’s a fairly nutritious meal.

They said I need to eat well so that my horns grow back quickly.

I must finish everything without leaving leftovers.

The noble waits patiently for me to finish my meal.

Is the war going well?

The war to exterminate the inferior races, that is.

I believe humanity is steadily achieving victory.

If I were human, I would have led the charge in slaughtering demi-humans.

In my past life, I was an adult human male.

And now, I am an inferior-species girl—what a disaster.

I have become the very thing I despise the most.

Everything is the opposite of my past life.

Even my hair—it’s no longer black but white, long, and messily draped down in an unnatural way.

Well, even in this body, shouldn’t I still serve humanity?

Even if I were slaughtered and turned into a chunk of meat right this moment, I would have no complaints.

I am always sincere.

I despise pseudo-humans who are not truly human.

Such beings do not align with the natural order.

To be honest, I simply hate them.

Humanity reigns over all inferior species.

Granting them even the status of livestock is an excessively generous gift.

That is why I am so happy.

I find great satisfaction in this situation where I contribute to humanity.

I want to bring all my kin here as well.

Every single one of them.

"...I."

I have finished my meal.

The noble has patiently waited.

"I have... one request..."

Would that be all right?

This is the first time I have ever said such a thing.

Perhaps that’s why the noble looks at me with a puzzled expression.

"I... I, my family..."

I have kin.

I remember that I once had a family.

They, too, must have the wretched blood of dragons flowing through them.

"Together... with my family..."

I should have brought them here.

It is my duty to do so.

"T-Together... I want to... live... with them."

That would make me even happier.

To live with my family.

I believe I had siblings as well.

I hope they are caught before they reach adulthood.

That they fall into humanity’s hands.

Every last inferior species must be purged from this world.

That is as much my duty as anything else.

For some reason, the noble’s expression seems as if he is holding back sorrow.

Perhaps he is saddened that they have yet to capture any other dragon-kin besides me.

I worry that he might be angry at my impudent request.

The noble hesitates for a moment, then silently leaves.

I want to be with my family.

Here, in this place.

Ah, I look forward to the sight of my kin being captured and brought here.

That day cannot come soon enough.