A Genius Boy Who Was Exiled From His Family Home for “Not Being Able To Use Magic” Becomes a Witch’s Apprentice and Masters All Magic in the Right Way. This Is How You Use Your Magic, You Know?

Chapter 118.2. The Figure Of A Noble

──The upper body of the monster was blown away.

The next moment, Hermes appeared, his speed so fast that the sound followed a beat later. Not a metaphor—he had literally turned into a magic bullet, and just by ramming into it, he took down a monster of this level in one hit.

But still, he doesn’t stop.

He flies around the battlefield freely, delivering a devastating blow to each enemy with every move.

The downside is that with his greatly increased speed, his control is still not perfect.

But it’s no problem.

He isn’t alone now. As long as he stirs up the monsters and weakens them even a little──the B-class students will take care of the rest. They now have the power and courage to do it.

Just as expected, the B-class students, led by Albert, rushed the monster Hermes had crippled and swiftly finished it off. He exchanged a glance with Albert at the front.

“Take care of the ones I miss. Also, those bat-like creatures flying around. They’re probably ‘eyes,’ take them down first. Without messengers, they can’t coordinate.”

“Understood. I’ll handle the remaining large monsters. Go wild.”

They exchanged brief information and immediately returned to their respective battlefields.

As declared, they steadily reduced the enemy’s numbers with flawless coordination, far superior to the monsters.

The monsters thought, …what are we supposed to do?

If they exchange fire, scorching magic bullets rain down. If they group up to defend, a storm of blue flames follows. Even if they scatter to avoid it, there’s the lightning-fast charge.

No matter what they do, the magic that will kill them comes flying. And as if that man is reading their movements, he counters with perfect precision.

Dealing with him alone is hard enough, but the humans flanking him are no small threat either.

Even if they try to pick off those around him, purple soldiers appear out of nowhere to defend them. The woman controlling the soldiers from the rear is the second biggest threat after him. But she’s in the back and untouchable.

…There’s nothing they can do.

Surrendering to despair, the monsters visibly slowed.

Soon, every last one of the monsters in the area had been wiped out.

“We should retreat for now. The remaining monsters are even tougher. We should regroup with Lady Sara and the others for an all-out assault. We can afford some collateral damage to the school building.”

“You’re right. Your magic isn’t limitless, after all.”

The immediate danger was over. However, near the black wall on the other side, a new group of even larger monsters waited.

…Just how much has Clyde prepared?

This battle had drained a significant amount of their magic, and they weren’t free from fatigue or injuries.

It would be best to regroup with the forces at the school and challenge the final battle after receiving healing from Sara.

Katia agreed with the idea, and they began moving back with the B-class students, retreating.

“Wh… what…?”

A strange voice came through the barrier surrounding the school building. Hermes looked over.

“W-What is it… you… what are you…?”

A middle-aged man with a notable beard, his face pale, muttered incoherently while pointing at him.

The head of the grade, Legendre. The teacher who had led the interrogation when Hermes had been called in.

His once arrogant demeanor was nowhere to be seen. He now stared at Hermes with a trembling voice, as if looking at a monster.

“Do you need something, sir?”

“W-What is that power of yours? That… that sort of thing──”

“Impossible, is that what you’re trying to say? Even after seeing this?”

Katia, her face showing slight anger, spoke to the disbelieving Legendre.

“O-Of course it is! You were supposed to be a mere failure from B-class, and to think you’d been hiding such absurd power…”

“‘The truly exceptional do not flaunt their abilities so easily.’ Wasn’t that what you said during that interrogation, sir?”

Legendre froze.

At that time, he had been explaining why Clyde was held in such high regard──ironically, his words were now proven in the way he least desired.

“Well, that aside.”

The reason Hermes had bothered to call out was simple. He wanted to know something.

“Can you still fight?”

“!”

He was asking if Legendre was still useful as part of their forces.

But upon hearing that, Legendre—who had seen firsthand the terror of the coordinated monster attack that had targeted the teachers—shook his head, still pale.

“T-There’s no way I can! There’s no reason for us to face such incomprehensible monsters! That’s not our responsibility!”

…And at that moment.

It became clear that Legendre was beyond saving, as he tried to shirk all responsibility.

“Yes, that’s right! It’s you, monsters like you, who should face them! It’s madness to even think about joining such a nonsensical fight──!”

Mid-rant, Legendre suddenly realized something.

“I’m glad you’ve noticed.”

Yes, it wasn’t just Hermes.

The students of B-class. The ones he had looked down on more than anyone else in this academy. The people he had believed were beneath him.

They were now the ones bravely standing up to this overwhelming threat, and he had just witnessed it with his own eyes.

“If you continue insulting them──I can’t guarantee I won’t break this barrier.”

Along with his words came a pressure so strong that it made him believe Hermes truly could shatter the powerful barrier, one set up by none other than Sara herself.

And it wasn’t just Hermes. From the moment he called Hermes a “monster,” Katia and the B-class students were also radiating an overwhelming sense of anger.

The very students Legendre had once thought of as his possessions, who he had “educated,” were now clearly defying him.

He would have normally said something back. But this time, Legendre couldn’t say a word. He just sank to the ground, overwhelmed not by guilt but by sheer intimidation, realizing they were far superior to him.

Hermes, seeing that, lost interest and turned on his heel. Katia and the B-class students followed without hesitation.

Their steps, unwavering, carried them toward the final battlefield.

This was something that hadn’t been seen for a long time.

Something that this country’s ways, and this academy’s traditions, had ruined.

Great magic, wielded by those with the heart to control it. Noble resolve, with a clear goal, risking everything to face threats to their nation.

──The proud image of nobility.

“…………”

The students had clearly broken free from the teachers’ control.

And the man, left behind by time, could only watch them leave.

Even to the end, he never understood what had gone wrong.