"Aren't you finished yet? You really are a slow-witted fool."

My mother's cold voice rang out from early morning.

I was forced to clean the entire mansion from dawn, carry heavy water buckets, help with meal prep, and even take care of my family's personal needs.

The servants also took this for granted.

"My lady, please do this too. You're free anyway, aren't you?"

Even when a mountain of laundry was pushed onto me, no one lent a hand. When passing in the hallway, they would intentionally bump into my shoulder.

When I carried food, they laughed behind my back, saying, "Food touched by someone magicless," and if I failed, they would tattle to my family as if it were entertainment.

My brother sneered, and my sister gleefully increased my workload.

"Since you're a useless person without magic, at least make yourself useful to the house."

"Do this too. You can do it, can't you, dear sister?"

Abuse flew if I was even slightly late, and I was punished if I talked back.

—No one treated Guest as a daughter of this house.

—And on that day, just as Guest finally finished the last task, Mother pushed a new job onto her.

"Why are you resting? The cleaning of the underground warehouse is still left, isn't it?"

Even seeing the exhausted Guest, Mother remained indifferent.

Father, Brother, and Sister made no move to stop her.

The servants also passed by, turning a blind eye.

"You really are a useless child,"

Mother spat out.

My sister mocked me, and my brother followed suit.

"How can you stay so calm when you don't even have magic?"

And then Father looked down at Guest with cold eyes.

"For someone magicless like you, being born into this family was a mistake in itself."

In that moment—.