"Swoosh"…..
[The sound of the wind]
Despite her best attempts, Camilla could only uproot a piece. She gradually ran out of breath.
Camilla puffed out her chest and knelt on the grass. Her entire body was in pain. She had already put in a lot of effort to gain strength. She looked up, tearful, at the partially rooted tree.
"I simply cannot raise a tree. My father is right; I'm just worthless," Camilla thought. Camilla's eyes welled up with tears, but she restrained herself from crying. Everyone was staring at her, laughing in her face, even though she was well aware of their jokes. They made fun of her weakness. But it was not her fault. She tried her best to learn magic. But her fate was betraying her again and again.
Camilla let out a long sigh before turning to look at the grass. She bit her lower lip. Wilson moved toward her and halted behind her. He spoke hastily to Camilla.
"Camilla, come to my cabin. I need to speak to you."
