The Archmage's Daughter

I was born into a long-established mage family, but by the time I turned ten, I still couldn’t use magic.

Unlike my younger brother, who was called a genius, I was the family’s disgrace, a useless child.

“Tell them to hurry up and bring the young master here!”

It turns out I wasn’t my parents’ biological child. I had another real father. With a resentful heart, I set out to find my real father.

“You... are you my daughter?”

The man who was a great mage, and my real father, didn’t even recognize my face.

What’s more, he was such a frightening man that he even drew a sword at me, his expression devoid of emotion!

Can I really live well here?

“Don’t worry. Everything here belongs to you, young lady.”

“Try this too!”

“This too!”

Contrary to my anxious thoughts about when I should leave, the people here are a little strange.

They’re being far too good to me.