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 128.2. Starry Crown Of Flowers

“…Wh-What is…this…?”

Hermes was in a state of shock.

Sara, who had shared his [Emerald Tablet], was now using its wisdom to reassess the true nature of her magic. The result was the activation of the [Ars Paulina] – Liberation. Its effects were now unfolding right in front of Hermes.

──Light. An overwhelmingly immense light had appeared above her halo.

New streams of light continued to pour in from all directions, causing the glow to expand even further. The source of the light was magic power, an enormous amount of magic gathered through her spell.

Hermes quickly analyzed the true nature of her magic from the light that also asserted its presence within him.

“…A spell that accumulates magic in response to the free will of others. The target is anyone within a certain range──anyone she previously used [Starry Crown of Flowers] on.”

Nina once mentioned it. ‘It feels like Sara’s healing leaves some residual magic.’ That must be this. Her healing wasn’t just healing. It left behind seeds of her magic. Usually, they would simply warm the heart a little. But in times of true need, they served as a function to accumulate magic, asking for help.

What’s notable is that it wasn’t ‘forcibly taken’. If it were, such a vast amount of magic could never be gathered. No, she probably could have made it a forced collection. But she didn’t. She didn’t allow her magic to be defined that way. It was left to the free will of her targets. Her magic was designed to receive only what was willingly given.

The result was this massive collection of pure magic—far more than Hermes could fathom.

It was a testament to the scale of what she had gained by believing in the connections she had forged. Each individual contribution may have been small, but together, they created something immense.

This was the outcome of her healing more people, and saving more hearts, than anyone else. And now, it was manifesting as this enormous quantity of magic.

…No, at this point, trying to put it delicately would be pointless. Hermes decided to define it simply.

Her magic, [Ars Paulina] – Liberation. Its effect──a magic that gathers prayers and feelings, and turns them into power.

“…Haaah.”

Hermes let out a dry laugh. How convenient. It was a magic straight out of a fairytale. A perfect manifestation of her dream, born from her belief that there was good in everyone, that there was a utopia to be found.

And that’s why──it was such a beautiful magic.

“…Hermes-san.”

The light finally stopped expanding as it absorbed one last particularly large source. Sara, now the embodiment of an unimaginably beautiful angel, called out to him.

“Yes.”

“This…is my magic.”

“Indeed. The size of that light is a reflection of the feelings directed toward you. …It’s a magnificent magic.”

Hearing that, Sara glanced at the light above her head──and a single transparent tear slid down from her eyes. But she quickly wiped it away, and then turned her aquamarine eyes, filled with radiant light, toward him.

“…I entrust this to you.”

With that, she declared, passing the vast magic power to him, along with her wish.

“So, please use it to protect the place where those who gave me their feelings live──”

At the same time, the black wall surrounding them shattered, revealing the black monsters within. Without a hint of panic, she pointed toward them.

“…Defeat the ones I could not save.”

“Understood.”

Without hesitation, he answered. Even now, she felt guilt over those she couldn’t save, and Hermes thought that was just like her.

“…I’ve finally found you. Now, stop your futile resistance and surrender quietly──!”

And then, Clyde, who had clearly been struggling more than expected with the barrier Hermes had set up, started to give his usual pompous preamble… only to freeze.

“──What is that?”

Even he could tell. The mass of light Hermes had just received──it was something terrifying. Something that could kill him.

“What is that?! I don’t know it, I don’t know anything about that! Stop, get rid of it, and let me kill you already!”

“I refuse.”

Naturally, Hermes had no obligation to listen, and he took a step forward.

…Yes. Now that he had this, there was no need to worry about how to defeat Clyde. He no longer had to find a way to exploit Clyde’s immortality or consider alternative methods. With this much magic, he could simply kill him over and over until he couldn’t regenerate anymore.

He already understood how Clyde fought. After being caught off guard once, he wouldn’t be careless again. Now, all that was left was to win.

“Stop it! Stop it! What are you going to do──!”

As Clyde backed away, fear evident in every step, Hermes remained calm.

“What will I do? I’m surprised you don’t know. …After all, it’s what you always said, like a mantra.”

With maximum irony, Hermes delivered the words that would mark the start of their final showdown.

“Together, with everyone’s power, we’ll defeat the enemy that is you.”

“Hermes────!!”

Clyde’s enraged scream was left far behind.

Even in this form, Clyde still felt pain. …And from here on, what he would experience would be nothing short of hell. But, knowing this, Hermes had no reason to hesitate. Dodging Clyde’s tentacles, he conjured a flaming sword and drove it into Clyde.