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 129.1. Retribution

A sharp sound rang out in one corner of the academy.

Both those defending the school building and those who had barricaded themselves inside turned toward the source.

And they saw it.

A grotesque monster—a black mass with countless eyes and writhing tentacles—being blown away, tumbling across the ground.

––And running toward it, a boy with a giant sword and a beautiful girl with a radiant halo.

Many couldn’t fully grasp what was happening,

but everyone understood one thing.

That hideous creature was the mastermind behind the monsters currently attacking the school.

And—those two, rushing to slay it, were their only hope.

Thus, the students prayed.

“Hang in there.”

Some students may have realized that the boy was none other than the Hermes they had previously scorned.

But it didn’t matter. They had already come to terms with their powerlessness in this battle.

That’s why they now prayed, hoping for the boy who was truly the most adept magician in the academy.

“Defeat it.” “Please.”

Many voices could be heard. Many cheers urged him on.

The boy, who had been ridiculed more than anyone when he transferred in, now bore everyone’s hope.

As a final touch––a girl with purple hair showed a relieved smile on her beautiful face.

Then, with unwavering confidence, she addressed her most trusted servant.

“––Go, Herm.”

It felt like his reply carried on the wind.

“Arrgghhhhhh!!”

Clyde, panicking, screamed as he frantically cast magic at the tentacles.

But they didn’t hit.

He had already memorized their attack patterns through the course of this battle.

So, there was no way he could land a blow.

No matter how much more raw talent he had than Hermes, there was no chance he’d lose to an attack he could predict.

To prove this, Hermes dodged every strike and slammed his great purple-flame sword down.

“────!”

A soundless scream echoed. Unlike before, it was controlled by terror, making the pain all the more vivid.

Clyde quickly wrapped himself in several layers of tentacles, as if to say he couldn’t take it anymore.

Ah, so he planned to block the sword and steal it.

In that case, all Hermes had to do was change his magic. With his current magic power, it was an easy task.

“Spell Reenactment──[Ahura Mazda]”

It was the magic of his former master. A conflagration, the highest class of his Bloodline Magic, incinerated Clyde’s tentacle defenses.

Perhaps it was also a cruel irony for Clyde, who had always ridiculed his master in his heart.

Another scream erupted. Barely managing to escape the flames as they regenerated, he launched a desperate counterattack.

But it was all for nothing.

Every move Clyde made was effortlessly nullified by Hermes’ countless spells. The very magic of the academy students that Clyde had always looked down upon now surged at him like retribution.

Yet still, Clyde flailed, trying to flee and counterattack,

but––finally, destruction arrived.

“……[Theur Gy].”

A calm and resolute voice. It wasn’t Hermes’.

Looking over, Clyde saw that Sara, who had received magic power, was also casting a spell.

And then he noticed.

A prison of light had formed, encircling both him and Hermes.

––He was trapped.

His escape route and any chance for counterattacks were sealed off.

Realizing this, Clyde, even though he no longer could sweat, broke into a cold sweat.

Of course, with his current strength, this level of confinement wasn’t much. Given a little time, he could easily break free.

……But. The problem was that “a little time” was exactly what he needed.

Naturally, the man standing before him would never allow that.

“……Ah, ah.”

“As planned…”

Hermes declared in front of Clyde, who let out a groan of despair.

“I will burn and cut you down relentlessly.––Feel free to use as many monsters as you’d like to defend yourself.”

Once again, the flaming sword manifested and was swung down like a guillotine.

(Arrrggghhhhhh!!)

It was hot. Painful. Agonizing. Pain, heat, pain, pain, pain––

Clyde, who took the full brunt of Hermes’ purple-flame strike at maximum output,

screamed in his mind as the greatest pain overtook his body.

His entire being was charred.

The searing blade mercilessly sliced him apart, and the sensation of his insides burning drove him mad.

Each breath only drew in hot air, making even the act of breathing torturous.

It was a hellish environment where no human should survive, yet he was forced into it. Every act necessary for sustaining life became a means of destruction. Truly, a living hell.

The inferno, more than capable of easily snuffing out someone like Clyde, swiftly robbed him of consciousness––

(──!!)

But he immediately woke up.

Or rather, was forced awake.

Why? Because he would resurrect.

The bat-like monster that had merged with his body desperately cast magic, using the lives of other monsters to ensure that Clyde wouldn’t die.

‘Master must not die’. With that thought alone, it fought to protect its master’s life, no matter what.

The result––an endless cycle of hellish torment.

(Pain, pain…! Ugh, help me…!)

Pain, screams, despair, awakening, pain, screams, despair, awakening––

For Clyde, it was an unending loop of heart-wrenching despair, a flaming inferno of retribution that would last as long as there were monster lives to fuel it.

It was pointless to seek salvation.

The very monsters that were once his reliable subordinates had now turned into tormentors that prolonged his suffering.

(Arrrghhhh!! Why!? Why must I endure such torment?! What great sin have I committed to deserve this!)