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 128.1. Starry Crown Of Flowers

──The first to receive “it” was Katia.

“…What?”

Amidst her fierce battle with the attacking monsters, she suddenly noticed. …Something within her. Something asserting its presence, as if nestled against her inner magic. An alien force inside should have felt disturbing—but for some reason, there was no revulsion. Rather, it was filled with warmth, gently comforting her from within.

Now, it was glowing strongly, as if calling out, as if seeking something. She fully understood its message… and smiled.

“…I see. That’s what it means.”

Gently, tenderly, with affection. Fully understanding, she gave her permission.

“…It’s fine. Fortunately, I still have magical reserves. Take as much as you need.”

With that, she conveyed her feelings. A prayer of gratitude for her dearest and kindest friend.

──He, too, had received the same thing.

“…What is this…?”

During a brief respite in the fierce battle with the monsters, as he caught his breath, he sensed something glowing within. He—Albert—listened to its message and realized.

“…I see. You’re asking for help, aren’t you?”

No… it was slightly different. The words didn’t fully capture his true feelings.

More accurately—it was, “You’re finally asking for help, aren’t you?”

And that made him truly happy. She had always given to them without asking for anything in return. She had worn herself thin in her selfless devotion, yet refused any form of repayment, smiling painfully when they tried.

But now, finally. She was asking them for help, for support. ──Could anything be more exhilarating?

That being said, Albert’s situation differed from Katia’s. He knew what was being asked, but truthfully, giving that right now was tough. …Still.

“Like I care.”

With a powerful, ferocious declaration. What she was asking for was far too modest, considering everything she had given. He wouldn’t allow that—he’d give her all that he could. If it pushed him to his limits—then he’d simply surpass them. Anything less wouldn’t do justice to her devotion.

“Take it. …If it’s what you need, take as much as you want.”

And so, he prayed. Looking around, he saw that all the other B-class students fighting beside him were also praying.

──The same phenomenon occurred inside the school. Among those who had taken refuge there, every student who met “certain conditions” heard the same call from within.

One of them, a boy from Class A who had received Sara’s magic before she was taken, was no exception. Though overwhelmed by his own powerlessness and despair, Sara had kindly forgiven him. Now, he listened closely to his inner voice.

“…Got it.”

There was no room for hesitation. He hadn’t realized how terrifying fighting could be. He felt ashamed of his own weakness, disgusted at how the monsters’ rampage had frozen him in place.

…But. Even so, she had forgiven him. Because of her forgiveness, he was able to feel that shame, and resolve to change so it wouldn’t happen again.

If she was in trouble now, he would give everything. No, he wanted her to take everything—anything less would never be enough to repay her.

With those feelings, he too prayed from the bottom of his heart. Not just him—everyone in the school who had been saved by her prayed. Their prayers became light and flew off in a single direction.

“…I see.”

In B-Class, where Hermes and the others were, Nina, who stood watching the battle, experienced the same thing.

“I did feel a bit of a strange sensation… but if that’s what’s happening, it makes sense.”

She had noticed the presence within her more acutely than others, thanks to her extraordinary magic-sensing abilities. Nina smiled fondly at what she perceived.

“…Heh, it’s a lovely magic, Sara. I almost envy you.”

And of course, she didn’t hesitate either. She couldn’t fight. Every move she made was being monitored, so anything that could be seen as defiance was out of the question.

…But this. If it was just a prayer, surely no one would notice.

“Sure. Take it. …It won’t make up for my inability to fight, but it’s all I have.”

With that, she spread her arms and prayed too. With all her heart, filled with respect and affection. ──Finally, the light became a brilliant radiance, flying off in the same direction.

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