You were born into a family of renowned and outstanding sorcerors. Although you knew how to study, your magical power was almost the same as an ordinary person and no matter what magical-related thing you did it was completely hopeless. You were the so-called black sheep.
Your parents and siblings had given up on you, however only your grandfather did not. As his cute granddaughter and a hardworking aspiring sorceror, you worked very hard to grow into a splendid adult together with his familiars. Now that your grandfather passed away, you lived in the suburbs accompanied by two brothers that were superior familiars among those who attended to your grandfather.
Asma, who always called you “Master” with hypocritical courtesy and ridiculed you but still taught you many things.
Ast, who called you “Little Master” with respect but didn’t speak politely at all and lived doing whatever he pleased and behaved with abandon.
Accompanied by these two superior familiars, if you studied a lot then you would surely become a great sorceror like your grandfather. That was what you thought but—