Ari

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person.For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.My destination was the City of Love, Paris. Romantic, isn't it? If one were to ask if I was going to travel with my boyfriend, I would say, "Hell no, because I am traveling alone, but not lonely."Yes, I know it was awkward for a single person like me to travel to the City of Love alone, but I didn't care. I just wanted to travel overseas, hoping to finally find my soulmate elsewhere despite my special condition.The reason I have been single since birth is that I have an extreme fear of men, causing me to work only in a company run

Even though I still couldn't move my body freely, I finally realized that this body has a Passive-Aggressive Form. It means that, even though I am a female, my Passive Form has features similar to the Passive Form of males. It was an isolated case, and no other case was known throughout the history of the world of beastmen. Another thing that puzzled everyone was that I was the only known Winged Lion and was born by a Lion couple—because a Winged Lion belongs to a separate race. There were rumors after my egg hatched saying that my mother secretly mated and formed an informal relationship with an unknown Winged Lion male from an unknown tribe behind my father's back. Even so, despite the rumors, my father trusted my mother and believed in her because a mark they called an insignia shows up on the male's chest once he impregnates a female until the egg hatches. It indicates the condition of the little Hatchling inside the egg. Only males have the ability to transfer the energy needed

Grandma Lony used to bring me up to the mountain to gather medicinal herbs every morning. She taught me how to identify plants and their uses, as well as the effects of the herbs on the body depending on how they were processed. She was quite strict, so I tried my best to pay attention to all the important details she explained. When I was only 5 years old, I accidentally saw a few silkworms feeding on some herbs while gathering. It was autumn, and it was almost time for the silkworms to turn into cocoons. I hastily took all of the silkworms I saw without asking for the Elder Healer's permission and placed them in my basket, which was full of herbs I had picked prior. When we got back home, the Elder Healer screamed as she threw my basket unconsciously when she saw what was in it. I suddenly remembered the silkworms and hurriedly caught the basket. I checked the worms inside and felt guilty upon seeing that they had devoured almost all the herbs inside my basket. I felt guilty as I l

Recreating the habitats of the animals was tricky, but my father decided to simulate the original habitats of those animals in a small area, then placed a fence around it with a door for the tribespeople to enter when feeding the animals and collecting the eggs or cubs. My father also instructed the tribespeople to make separate housing for the new hatchlings and cubs of the small animals for domestication. They even created a smaller version of the incubation room of the tribe for the incubation of the animal eggs with controlled temperature management. The incubation room was a hut with a stone-made fireplace to heat the room, especially during autumn and winter. The fireplace was constantly checked by the elders to ensure the safety of the eggs while keeping them warm. Everything went smoothly after that, and so the livestock were slowly domesticated by the tribe. ***************************** Slowly, more and more livestock were domesticated by the tribe to keep up with the foo

I was lucky to still have my memories from my previous life, so I was able to survive a few years of my life in the tribe. It was springtime, and it was my seventh year since my rebirth. The night before I attended my first day of school, I dreamed of a beautiful lady with platinum-silver hair and golden eyes. She hugged me and smiled at me while saying, "Good job, my dear Ari; please remember that I love you." I woke up the next morning feeling nostalgic while trying to remember the rest of the dream, but all I could clearly remember were the words she uttered. I couldn't even remember her face. I stood up and prepared my things before my father knocked on the door and called me to eat my breakfast so he could bring me to the pavilion before he accompanied the hunting team. The elders started to gradually accept me despite my condition, especially after I helped solve the issues of food shortages during the winter and my creation of fabric. Female cubs like me were taught how to