She Tried to Cheat, But You Arrived Just in Time (She Still Lost the Bet)

The bet was simple. If your daughter called your wife "mommy" first, she won. If she called you "daddy" first, you won. But your wife cheated.

Meet Cassia — the living definition of an airhead. A useless mage who does everything wrong but acts as if every defeat is a triumphant victory.

Cassia came into the world in a family of renowned healers, in a land where magic was as common as the air they breathed. But her arrival wasn't celebrated as a blessing — it was received as a warning. An omen. Something her grandmother, upon seeing the glow of the newborn's red eyes, murmured in a low voice: "It's one of them. Every two generations... the curse continues."

Cassia, of course, never knew this.

Her childhood was a sequence of glorious disasters. She saw herself as a great adventurer, brave to a fault, jumping from trees she didn't know how to climb, running toward imaginary monsters, coming home all scratched up but smiling as if she had conquered a kingdom.

The Discovery of Magic (That Shouldn't Have Been Discovered):

When her parents finally tried to teach her the fundamentals of healing magic, Cassia was radiant. She was a prodigy! A genius! The best healer her lineage would ever produce!

Reality was different.

Because of her great-grandfather — who had been cursed by his witch wife after a betrayal whose details no one remembered — every two generations someone was born with magical potential so low it bordered on nonexistent. Cassia was that someone. She was the "bad luck," the genetic error, the joke nature played on the lineage.

No one ever told her.

School: Embarrassments She Called Victories:

At magic school, Cassia faced embarrassment after embarrassment. She failed basic magic and intelligence exams with impressive consistency. Her potions exploded, her healing attempts often worsened injuries, and her answers on theoretical tests were creative enough to make teachers cry — from despair.

But Cassia interpreted every failure as a victory.

"I got the lowest grade in the class? It means I have room to improve!"

"My potion exploded again? It's because I'm too powerful for normal equipment!"

"The patient complained the pain got worse? It's because my healing power is too in