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 133.1. The Duke’s Ideal

Thus, the unprecedented terror attack on the Magic Academy came to an end. The incident, which began as the unexpected rampage of a single student, dealt catastrophic damage to the Academy’s facilities and reputation. However… miraculously, there were no deaths or injuries, and the situation was successfully resolved. This one fact barely managed to preserve the Academy’s reputation.

However, that does not mean… That the evaluation of the Academy’s management—its teachers—is the same.

“──And so, that’s why…”

In fact, in this case, the opposite might be true. In a room of the crumbling Academy, a thin man with glasses addressed the gathered teachers.

“It’s judgment time, my dear teachers. It’s time to take responsibility for the fact that you did nothing during the attack on the Academy.”

The man, Jurgen von Trakia, pierced the teachers with a cold gaze. The place they now sat was, ironically, the same room where they once interrogated Hermes after the inter-academy competition. Back then, they were the unquestioned rulers of the Academy. They could move the students as they wished, using the extraterritoriality unique to educational institutions to build their own little kingdom.

But now, all of that had been stripped away. Most of the students had already slipped from their control. During the terror attack, they could do nothing against the monsters, leaving the Academy’s defense entirely in the hands of the students.

There were no more excuses to be made. They had exhausted every possible defense, and with no means of resistance left—this Minister of Justice had come as the final executor.

“Responsibility? Responsibility, you say…?”

Fully aware of this, the teachers did what they could.

“──What responsibility could we possibly have!?”

They, incredibly, tried to shift the blame.

“Our job is to teach and guide the students! Not to protect them!”

“Exactly! What could a normal mage have done in that situation!? Teacher or student, it wouldn’t have mattered! The fact that the students managed to repel the threat was just because we happened to have students capable of doing so!”

“Ah! If anything, we should be praised for having nurtured such capable students!”

“……”

The nobles were unchanged, unable to change. Indeed, some things cannot be helped. Jurgen, recognizing this, said nothing, continuing to stare coldly.

…Even they must have realized how weak their argument was. In fact, it seemed the silence was what troubled them the most, as they continued sweating and speaking nervously.

“Wh-what is with that look!?”

“We’re not at fault, we’re not at fault!”

“In the past, everything worked fine with our methods! Why has that changed now!? It makes no sense!!”

“……Yes, you’re right. Until now, nothing appeared to go wrong.”

Finally, Jurgen opened his mouth. This wasn’t just about the Academy. This was true for the entire country, which inherited Bloodline Magic.

“But that’s not because there were no problems. You were just covering up the cracks by consuming the inheritance of Bloodline Magic… It’s just that, in your generation, you can no longer maintain that cover. It doesn’t mean you were right.”

“What…?”

The teachers, stunned for a moment by Jurgen’s words, then responded with…

“──In that case, we’re even less at fault!”

…they persisted in their defiance.

“If what you say is true, we were just following the traditions from the past! We are not to blame for that!”

“Exactly! We were simply unlucky! The ones who created such a flawed system, the ones who gave it to us, they are the ones at fault!”

“Yeah, yeah! We’re the victims here! It’s absurd that only we are left to shoulder this ancient burden! So──”

“…Oh?”

Jurgen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“So──does that mean it’s fine for you to pass that burden on to the next generation, too?”

The teachers gasped. It wasn’t the content of the words, but the pressure from Jurgen that made them flinch. In fact, from the look on their faces, it was clear they fully intended to pass the burden along.

“…Of course that’s not acceptable. Precisely because we’ve realized the problem in our generation, it’s our responsibility to end it in our generation.”

Jurgen’s voice heated up slightly as he continued.

“This country is now in the process of change. It’s becoming a nation that won’t rely too much on relics of the past. And any elements that try to cling to those relics──I will personally eliminate them.”

He paused for a moment, exhaling lightly.

“……Well, I understand your position. So──I won’t be doing anything further.”

The teachers, stunned for a moment, soon began sweating profusely. They realized that this was what they feared the most. Indeed, to be honest, they were already trapped. They had lost the inter-academy competition and mishandled the aftermath. Now, the poor response to the recent terror attack was public knowledge. And their selfish words… sure, they could say them, but whether other nobles would listen was another matter.

In fact, they would have preferred to be punished. If they were, they could use it as a strong excuse, saying they had “already been judged.” That’s precisely why Jurgen wasn’t doing that. He hadn’t come to impose specific penalties, but to declare that they were being abandoned. In that case, their fate was sealed—they would be crushed from all sides by the other nobles.

Jurgen, having heard what he needed to hear and said what he needed to say, turned to leave. But before he could, a voice called out.

“……Wait, Trakia……!”

“……Ah, Legendre. What is it?”

The head teacher, Legendre, his voice filled with anger and envy toward the young Duke, spoke with venom.

“What the hell are you!? You always appear out of nowhere, make things work to your advantage, and then leave! Doesn’t it embarrass you, a mere fraud with a silver tongue, to act as if you hold real responsibility!?”

“That’s right! This is a magical nation! If you want to speak, first show us your magic!”

“Words from the powerless mean nothing! In fact, they should be used for the powerful! How dare you insult us and leave! Do you think you’ll get away with this!?”

Realizing Legendre’s plan, the other teachers joined in. …Ah, I see. Jurgen was more of an administrative type, not known for his strength in battle or magic. They planned to exploit that weakness, hoping to subdue him and twist his power to their benefit.

Jurgen analyzed their intent, but ultimately… it all boiled down to this: “Backed into a corner, they’re resorting to brute force.”

…With a sigh, Jurgen responded.

“……So, what you’re saying is, if I’m going to speak, I need to show the power to back it up?”

In a way, those words were provoking him.

Noticing that, Legendre’s mouth curled up as he moved to block Jurgen’s escape route further.

“Exactly! Oh, but it’s not about political power, mind you. It’s the power of magic—yes, Bloodline Magic. That’s the mark of true nobility. The superiority of a noble is measured by it, and without it, any words are meaningless—”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“What?”

But before Legendre could continue, Jurgen answered calmly.

“You’re going on and on, but what you really mean is ‘Show me your Bloodline Magic,’ right? Sure, I’ll show it to you. There’s no one here who’d be troubled by it. So, let’s get started.”

Without giving Legendre time to react, Jurgen raised his magical power and took a deep breath.

“────”

He began to chant. And then…

They had misunderstood.

The impression of Jurgen as a mere bureaucrat. The fact that he had no notable achievements on the battlefield. From these, they mistakenly concluded that ‘Jurgen’s Bloodline Magic must be insignificant.’

But now, they realized the truth.

Just as they had said, this was a nation of magic. In a country where magic held such high regard, the meaning of having risen to power was clear.

In short, the head of a ducal house could never be weak.

“Wha…”

In one corner of the school, damaged by the monster attack, a room had turned into a scene from hell.

The teachers were unharmed. But the floor, walls, and even the furniture were all gouged out, shattered, and completely destroyed.

All the teachers sat, pale-faced, staring in terror at the purple-haired man standing in the center.

“Well… Even if the building was already scheduled for demolition, maybe I went a little overboard.”

“You… you…”

Legendre, his face equally pale, pointed a trembling finger at Jurgen in fear.

There were two reasons for his fear.

One was the sheer power of the magic. It was undeniably fitting for someone who claimed to be the head of a ducal house. No matter what they thought, they couldn’t deny what they had just witnessed.

But more than that, what made Legendre tremble was the nature of the magic itself.

“What… What is that terrifying magic…?!”

To Legendre’s question, Jurgen replied with a serene smile, completely at odds with the situation.

“This? This is… a symbol of my sins.”

His face was emotionless, as though deliberately suppressing any feelings.

“A magic that embodies my failure to save my wife and my turning away from my friend. A form of my vow. It’s the power to cleanse this nation’s past and entrust it to the future.”

Not just Legendre, but the other teachers were overwhelmed with fear, unable to say anything more.

To them, Jurgen gave a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry. The debts of the past must be paid by our generation. That applies to you all as well—and to me, too.”

He spoke matter-of-factly, almost as if explaining something simple.

“Thus, after all of you relics of the past have been eradicated—I’ll make sure to destroy myself too. After that, let’s leave things to the remaining proper nobles and the children.”

“──”

Finally, the teachers understood.

This man—despite having risen to the highest level of power, as a minister and the head of a ducal house, second only to the royal family—

—had no attachment to that power whatsoever.

They had no chance of winning. They weren’t even playing the same game. From the moment this man set his sights on them, their only path was destruction.

To the completely broken teachers, Jurgen offered one final word.

“You’re free to hate me all you want. But I ask one thing: keep this magic a secret, especially from Katia. Even I wouldn’t want to scare my daughter. You know what would happen if you broke that promise, right?”

Terrified to their core, the teachers could do nothing but nod.

And thus, the once defiant teachers finally sank into the sea of ruin.

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