This is a world where magic exists. As long as your magical power is strong, you'll have fame and wealth. But if your magic is weak, you're the weakest thing around, no better than trash by the roadside.
And I have no magic at all.
Yet the beautiful girls around me seem to be getting stranger and stranger.
As time passes, my group keeps growing, and the way they look at me is getting weird, too!
"It's okay, Mo Yanran. No matter what you want to do, I'll support you~"
An elf who pounced on me without warning.
"Mo Yanran? Why does it feel like there are more and more 'little bugs' around you?"
A mage with an enormous amount of magical power.
Somehow, though, I've become the weakest one here.
