In a world where only magic mattered,
I—without even a shred of mana—was treated as less than an insect.

Even when the world looked down on me,
even when I was bullied by the magic of a friend from the slums,
only she stayed by my side and encouraged my pitiful efforts.

My childhood friend—
she was my only world, my only hope.

The day I barely managed to lift even a single piece of cloth with magic,
that fleeting moment when we laughed and cried together.

But that happiness was merely the prelude to a great tragedy.

The Royal Archmage—
that absolute wielder of power—took everything from me.

Coveting her hidden talent,
he forcibly took her away,
and even killed the friend who tried to protect her—right before my eyes.

And then…

Right in front of me, he violated her.

As I screamed in despair,
he called it “education for a bug”
and even summoned a golem to subject me to horrific humiliation.

He framed me as a rapist,
stripped me naked, and displayed me in the village square.

The neighbors I had known until yesterday
trampled me with eyes filled with a mix of hatred and twisted pleasure.

Having lost everything,
my soul shattered into pieces as I lay dying—

that was when the “Demon of Lust” approached me and whispered.