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 50



Chapter 50. So, I’ll ‘Make’ Magic

“…uh…ah…”

My vision clears consciousness returns.

(What… is…)

Murmuring within my still uncertain thoughts.

Memories before and after are fuzzy, retracing from what I remember. Fighting with Aster and the others here, defeating them, then an abnormally powerful monster appeared.

“Ah.”

Finally, the foggy consciousness around there fully recovers, and I remember.

That’s right. Dealing somehow with that fierce onslaught of Cerberus, finding a small opening to keep delivering effective blows.

Just when victory seemed within reach, at that moment—the three magics.

With the first magic, all previous damage is completely healed, the second magic even deflects the only effective blow.

And the third. That thunderstorm raining down from the heavens.

Hermes and the others instinctively took full defensive stances when it was unleashed.

First, the three gathered together, Katia using [Soteira Trivia] to shield all the ghost soldiers.

Below that, Hermes deployed his strongest magic, the former tortoiseshell dragon’s barrier, [Tortoise Shell Alter].

And beneath that, Sara was supposed to defend in all directions with [Theur Gy].

But that lightning pierced through all of them at once and rushed towards them.

So Hermes, as a last resort, took the lightning head-on to protect them.

“Gu…h…”

That decision. I was correct.

Despite the triple defense, the power should have been somewhat diminished. Yet, even Hermes, accustomed to taking magic as the vanguard, still suffered this damage.

If this had hit the two of them directly— they would have definitely died.

“—Hermes-san!”

Sara rushes towards him with a cry of anguish.

Their efforts paid off. Although not unscathed, Sara was in much better condition compared to him.

“Terrible burns… I’ll heal them right away!”

Seeing Hermes’ condition, Sara pales, embracing him with almost desperate force and unleashing [Ars Paulina] at full strength, pouring overflowing healing magic into him.

However.

“Why… won’t it heal!?”

No, that’s not it. Healing itself is definitely happening.

But—he heals only to be wounded again.

The cause is the lightning magic still coursing through his body.

It rages wildly, continuing to scorch his body. This is the effect of that magic.

To dispel this, Dispel or Sealing magic is needed. Sara’s Bloodline Magic can’t fully cover that.

For now, among Hermes’ possessions, there is magic of that type.

However, he received too much lightning. He needs to wait a bit longer for the magic’s effects to subside and become usable—

“Aoooon!”

—The enemy won’t wait for that.

“…So, that…”

A three-headed giant wolf appears before them. A symbol of despair, glaring down at them, so insignificant.

The time needed to recover and fight again from their current state is far too long to face this.

No.

Even if they recover, what will happen then?

Even using their strongest magic, the damage inflicted is trivial, and even that recovery magic would fully heal it with one use. Moreover, it had even used barrier magic. Even trivial damage wouldn’t get through if they got blocked by that.

And to top it off, that lightning.

Not just in power—no, not just in power. In range, scope, and additional effects, it surpasses Hermes’ [Hlidskjalf] in every aspect.

That magic easily pierced through the full-force defense of the three. If hit by it again, it’s certain destruction this time.

Even if it seems it can’t be used repeatedly, that’s no consolation. Even before that, this assumption is dubious; all the common sense they’ve accumulated so far doesn’t apply to the monster before them. Its stage as a living being is several levels above theirs.

This is the pinnacle of monsters. The embodiment of a World Eater.

Impossible. They can’t win.

The outcome before them was more than enough to thrust that despair upon Hermes and the others.

Their assumptions were too naive.

Did it sense their despair?

Slowly, Cerberus approaches, its three jaws gaping. Intending to devour them, perhaps.

Even knowing that. Even if there’s no strength in their bodies to resist, or perhaps in their hearts. There’s nothing left—

—But.

Swiftly.

An exceedingly feeble strike lands directly on Cerberus from a different direction.

“…What are you looking at…”

The girl who struck that blow; was Katia.

“Your enemy is still here. I’m your opponent—come at me, you mutt.”

Trembling in fear, contorting her face in despair.

But, harboring an unwavering fighting spirit in her eyes, she uttered those words.

Of course, it wasn’t said with any hope of winning.

But, Hermes, who fell protecting her. Sara, who shielded her.

Seeing them almost killed by that monster, her body moved naturally, and words spilled out.

An attack laden with a trace of hostility, even if it’s of no significance. And hearing words laced with provocation.

Cerberus, deeming Katia a clear enemy—pounced.

“Huuh!!”

Hardly visible.

She barely dodges, relying solely on instinct that a charge might come, and leaps away.

And naturally, the onslaught doesn’t cease. Cerberus continues to tear at Katia, aiming to devour her.

It’s a more vicious onslaught than before.

Of course. Hermes, Katia, Sara—when the three were together, they were barely a match. There’s no way Katia alone could withstand this.

Attacks don’t even make a dent. Even the only hope of defense is crushed like paper against this unparalleled strength.

Before long, wounds accumulate on Katia’s body.

It’s almost miraculous she hasn’t taken direct hits until now. But that’s beside the point; eventually, the wounds will pile up, and Katia will fall. It’s not a distant future.

The voices of the ghost soldiers echo.

—It’s no use, run away!

—It’s too strong, we can’t protect her!

—If Lady Katia dies, it’s all over!

She knows that.

But she can’t retreat.

From somewhere, a familiar thought reaches her.

It’s okay not to go that far.

She was taught to become a splendid noble. To protect someone’s happiness.

It’s prideful to have someone imitate her way of life. But—she doesn’t have to imitate her way of death.

“…No, Mother.”

She doesn’t know if the thought is genuine. But Katia responds.

She admired her mother. She wanted to pursue that way of life.

It’s undeniable that a decisive event that made her think that way was her mother standing up to a horde of powerful monsters.

And even in her proud end— it would be a lie to say she didn’t admire it.

“I…I just──”

But what I’m thinking about now isn’t such a thing.

On that day, the other feeling I embraced after seeing my mother. It’s incredibly insignificant and foolish compared to admiration, a simple feeling.

Now, in a situation eerily similar to that day, it overflows.

“I just… don’t want someone I love to die in front of me!!”

It’s regret.

Back then, all I could do was watch my mother confront it.

I wanted to protect my beloved mother. My cherished family─I wanted to protect them with my own hands.

I’ve persevered this far, not just because of admiration but surely also because of that feeling.

So, I won’t back down. This time, I’ll protect.

I’ll put that into magic and, to keep the promise I made to myself that day, she fights with all her might.

But even so, the enemy is overwhelmingly more powerful than on that day.

Feelings alone won’t bridge the gap. There are territories where they’re utterly useless.

Finally, the monster’s charge grazes Katia’s body with even greater force.

“Ugh!”

While it wasn’t a direct hit, it was the massive body’s charge. The energy it emanates is extraordinary, and it’s undeniable that Katia’s posture is crumbling.

Without missing any opportunity, she mows down all the clinging ghost soldiers in one sweep.

At an inevitable timing, angle, and speed. The formidable arm approaches Katia─

─But clang, it’s repelled.

What repelled it was a cage of light. Then, wrapping Katia and healing her wounds with a blue light.

Katia calls out the name of the girl standing beside her.

“…Sara.”

“…I was told by Hermes-san. Forget about myself and help you,” she murmurs straight.

“I feel the same way. Even in this situation, I haven’t given up─I wanting to help you, who never gives up. I’m sure that’s why my magic exists.”

To that, Sara lightly smiles.

“We still haven’t properly reconciled.”

“…Sara, you…”

─I think this girl has changed too.

When I saw her at school, she seemed terribly lacking in self-assertion. She was obedient to those in high positions. She was a good girl, but she seemed like a girl with little will of her own.

But now she’s straightforwardly expressing her thoughts.

I think this change was brought about not by me. But by Hermes.

It’s a bit frustrating to admit that. But…

“Yes, it helps.”

Now, more than anything.

Having someone who empathizes with her feelings and helps her is──so proud and reliable.

“Yes.──If we survive this battle, let’s talk properly. About the things we couldn’t before.”

“…Okay.”

To Katia’s reply, Sara shows a happy, delicate smile.

The two girls head towards the battlefield.

Even if there’s no chance of winning, even if their strength is lacking, it doesn’t matter.

What matters is the will to stand up. The heart to protect.

As if to prove her mother’s words, Katia faces forward.

Hermes, who had collapsed, was watching that scene.

He’s extremely calm in battle. Perhaps it’s because of his nature and circumstances that his emotions are thin, but he always makes objective judgments and understands that there are aspects where sheer determination alone won’t suffice.

Now, having dispelled the effect of the lightning with Dispel and recovered, he was assessing the current situation like this.

─We should retreat.

It’s frustrating, but in terms of action, Asta was correct. The strength of that monster far exceeds imagination, and there’s no vision of winning.

Then it’s best to withdraw, summon humans who are highly likely to defeat it─gather powerful Bloodline Mages from the royal capital, or even go ask the master for help.

“……”

Escaping without anyone dying from that monster is impossible.

…But. If it’s just Hermes, not only is escape possible, but it’s also easy.

After all, he has the Bloodline Magic to fly, [Hraesvelgr].

Even if that Cerberus is overwhelmingly powerful, it surely doesn’t have flying abilities. Escaping is relatively easy as long as he’s cautious of that lightning.

If he pushes a little, he might be able to escape with Katia and maybe one or two more people.

He’s not a king, nor a saintly person. This is the most reliable choice to survive and suppress the damage from the monster, and he doesn’t have the heart to hesitate.

But. Just Hermes.

Even though he could escape, seeing the two girls who still fight against despair with all their might─

─It’s beautiful, he thought.

Surely they also understand there’s no chance of winning. But they’re confronting it because there’s something they want to protect.

It might be someone other than themselves─or perhaps, something unyielding within themselves.

He thought their figures were precious. He also wanted to see the scenery beyond that.

He wished strongly, fervently. And he was able to wish for it.

…But. With his current power.

With the magic he currently possesses, no matter how he struggles, it’s not enough to fulfill that─

“…Ah, I see.”

The feelings are beautiful.

The wishes are beautiful.

But to actually make them come true, there’s an immense gap.

Sometimes, it’s human malice.

Sometimes, it’s unfortunate circumstances.

Sometimes, it’s the inexplicable workings of the world.

Various factors hinder the realization of those wishes.

To shape something radiant, this world is too inconvenient, and─

“So, that’s why. I’ll ‘create’ magic.”

And finally, he arrives at that conclusion.

Magic is the embodiment of feelings, the form of wishes.

He had talked about it countless times, but now, he truly understands beyond words and existing magic.

At times like this, is when people create magic.

Fortunately…

The power for that already exists within him.

Remember. Meeting Katia, stating his goal for the Trakia family.

For that, he learned magic from his master.

For that, he saw and learned many Bloodline Magics.

For that─

“I’ve mastered this magic.”

Recall.

The magic he learned from his master. The magic of free replication of magic. The strongest magic that isn’t bound by blood or status, which anyone can use.

What is it for? What is it called?

It’s unknown if he’ll succeed.

He hasn’t been able to do it before, and if there was reproducibility, he would’ve done it already.

Even though there’s absolutely no basis. It’s laughable for Hermes to say something like this, just like Aster.

Even so─smiling, he muttered.

“…I feel like I can do it now.”

And then, the boy stands up.

Stronger than ever before, to give a solid form to the feelings he was born with.


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