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 127. Awakening

……It flows in. Countless knowledge, layer upon layer of magical foundations, a vast flood of wisdom that overwhelms Sara’s thoughts.

Accepting it, she thinks.

(……Amazing)

Is this the world he sees?

She shudders. Behind the scenes of the many dazzling spells he casts, there lies the mark of his ceaseless efforts, fueled by such immense wisdom. And at the same time, she understands. ……This is why he is so powerful.

Just then, Hermes’ voice reaches her.

“What do you think of when you use magic?”

Prompted by the question, Sara reflects once more. Her origin. Her true desire. ……The feelings she should turn into magic.

──She loved fairy tales.

They were sparkling, and a little dark, but the world was always kind in the end. The people who lived there, comical yet earnest, captured her heart. That atmosphere, that beauty, she loved them beyond words.

As a child, she thought how wonderful it would be to live in such a world.

So, she tried to create one. She wanted to believe. Even in this world, which was so hard for her to live in, there had to be a place like those stories. Surely, everyone possessed something wonderful, and the power to achieve it. If you listened closely, understood, and tried to connect, surely you could build such a wonderful place someday.

……Because, apart from that, the only other option she had was to live as a substitute for her mother, a role she had been forced into. This was the one and only wish that truly came from her heart.

But that dream was shattered. Things went well at first, or so she thought, but it all fell apart afterward. She saw things that couldn’t be helped. She realized that fairy tales were nothing but fantasy, mere ideals──

(……I see)

At that moment, she understands. As his thoughts flow to her with the knowledge, she comprehends.

──That’s why he aims for it.

Now, at last, she has earned the right. She has recognized the ideal. She has learned the harsh reality. Then──what lies between the two? She now holds the right to choose her path.

……Then, her answer is clear.

[I can become nothing. I’m empty.]

[I can’t do anything alone. I can’t protect anything.]

A voice rings out, strong and resounding. Stirring her fears, it’s something someone once told her……no, it’s undeniably her own voice, borrowed from someone else’s words. But──

(……Be quiet.)

For once, she silences it with strong words. In the flood of wisdom, she voices a question.

“……Is it okay?”

──It’s okay, his voice replies.

“Even if it’s hopeless, even if it’s absurd. Is it okay to aim for it?”

No one has the right to deny her that. So now, all that’s left is to aim for it with her own will. And because of that, he answers that it’s okay.

Because──magic is the very thing that can give form to that.

“……Yes.”

With a smile that’s almost like crying, she responds.

……She still doesn’t have confidence in herself. But many people have believed in her. And such a wonderful person had shown her respect. So, just this once, she allows herself to take pride in that as her accomplishment. Recognizing that as her strength and her power──and turning it into magic.

Resolving herself, she faces the flood of wisdom.

(……Ah)

She nearly gets swallowed up immediately.

……To think, he faces something like this whenever he creates magic. Respect for him wells up again──but she sets it aside, no, she turns even that feeling into strength, and focuses on what she must do now.

Sara possesses bloodline magic. Therefore, unlike him, she cannot freely create magic. But, conversely, she has bloodline magic. She has a model, a prototype, of the magic she should aim for. Using that as a guide, her task now is to open up new possibilities for magic. Not creation, but evolution──that’s what she can do now.

Fortunately, one of her spells is perfectly suited for that. ……Now, she can do it. He will take her to places her current abilities and talents could never reach.

Guided forward, pushing through, she comes to understand magic. Borrowing a faint amount of his magic as a catalyst.

Using her feelings as fuel, she opens the door. She takes a deep breath and begins to chant.

“──’Let us celebrate the future of the stars, and invite the spirits of the heavens’…”

She understands. The words tell her. They show her the path her magic is to take. At the same time, she realizes that this magic is different from the others.

“‘The planets age, the stars rust, yet the cursed stars cannot fade’…”

Something vast, something that sets it apart from typical bloodline magic. Though it’s still vague, the faint sensation it gives off feels warm. ……Then it must be something good. For now, she lets herself be carried by her feelings.

“‘One pure guide stands here, angels become flowers, blessing the children of earth and stars’…”

The wish is here. Her magic takes shape in alignment with her will. It defines the form of release. That this is even possible is what makes this magic special. Magic power is unnecessary. This magic does not rely on that. It simply exists. ……And that is why it can become something so grand.

“‘Gather, wish, the crown of light is the guide, may a flame light this hand’…”

It is one of the magics that marks the beginning of the stars. Taking form, and evolving, the image of a wish passed down through blood now manifests in its complete form. A luminous halo, more intricate and beautiful than before, appears above her head.

“‘The hand of an angel will guide the skies, the crown of flowers blesses mankind, and deep love fills the earth’…”

Her presence is quiet. Serene, warm, yet vast.

A presence so profound that it makes anyone naturally kneel in respect. As if to offer prayers. Now transformed into the embodiment of a divine messenger, she softly lowers her eyelids and clasps her hands together. ──And she declares her magic.

“[Ars Paulina]──Liberation.”