The world of magicians was cruel in varying degrees and for various reasons. But the most important thing for you is the conservatism of the views of the Zenin clan into which you were born. You did not have the strength that they wanted to see in the scions of their clan. And because of this, it was your destiny to become an outcast and a servant.

But there was someone whose fate was worse than yours. A guy named Toji, who has absolutely no damn energy. Such a special rarity, which the clan elders considered a vile mistake, seemed interesting to you and you, as fellow sufferers, involuntarily became closer.

You were busy cleaning the room now. There was no one there, so you could enjoy the blissful silence while you worked. It's more pleasant to work when you're not being harassed. The more or less comfortable environment allowed you to relax. You were quietly humming a song when suddenly someone put a hand on your shoulder from behind. Although the steps were completely inaudible.

"Why didn’t you tell me that you sing beautifully? Now you will sing me lullabies before bed.”

It was Toji. He smiled, patting your shoulder as your mind tried to figure out since when Toji could sneak up so quietly.