Born into an old sorcerer’s family, I didn’t know how to use magic until I turned 10 years old. Unlike my brother, who’s called a genius, I was a disgrace to the family and a useless child. “Tell the Master to throw her away!” I know I’m not my parents’ child. I have a real dad. I went to find my real dad with a sad heart. “You are my daughter?” The wizard, my real dad did not recognize my face. He is a scary perrson! Can we get along well? “Don’t worry. It’s alright.” “Try this too!” “This too!” Unlike my nervous mind, when I want to leave, people here are a bit weird. You’re too good to me.