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 55. A Small Miracle

Finally, Aster, the root cause of much of the chaos, fell silent, and Hermes and the others could finally take a breath.

The soldiers who could still move were handling the aftermath. They confirmed the death of Cerberus, called in the recovery team, reported to the royal capital, and considered how to deal with Katia and the others.

It seemed unlikely they would be treated poorly.

In fact, the soldiers reporting to Hermes showed more respect than they had towards Aster, even suggesting they take a rest. Grateful, they accepted the offer.

Sara was already down and being treated with utmost care by the soldiers.

Aster, naturally, was left alone.

And now, with all that done.

A carriage called by the soldiers arrived, and Hermes and Katia stood up and walked towards it.

“…I’m definitely going to sleep in the carriage. Herm, lend me your shoulder.”

“…Understood. I’m not confident I can stay awake, so please forgive me for that.”

“Rather, you should sleep.”

Both of them were utterly exhausted.

They had been through too much since being abruptly woken last night without a moment’s rest. Anything more was simply impossible.

But, it had all been worth it.

When they returned to the royal capital, there would be more challenges.

Yet, as a result of their resolved actions, a slightly more beautiful scenery than before should unfold.

With that shared understanding, they matched their steps and started walking.

Then, suddenly.

They both felt a presence behind them and turned around.

A miracle stood there.

“……Huh?”

Before them was the figure of a serene, translucent woman.

She was relatively small, with soft purple hair and amethyst eyes, wearing a gentle smile.

Katia gasped.

“Mo…ther…”

Hermes thought it was unbelievable.

Even if her [Soteira Trivia] was a magic connected to the underworld.

She hadn’t died recently, nor did she die here. To summon a specific soul from among countless dead, at a place with no connection, and materialize it as a spirit in her living form.

Hermes, who had successfully recreated and could use the same magic, knew this was impossible.

Moreover, Katia wasn’t currently using [Soteira Trivia]. So…could it be the soul followed the magic itself? Even less likely.

…But.

Magic, starting with the Magic Name Release, still had countless aspects Hermes couldn’t recreate.

If so, this phenomenon could not be denied as a miraculous and inevitable event caused by that mysterious magic.

Above all, he didn’t want to deny it.

That spirit, Sita, gently approached.

Stopping in front of Katia, she gestured to place her hand on her head.

—I’m sorry. I really want to hug you.

Strangely, Hermes could also hear her voice.

—Faintly, I felt it. You fought a very, very strong monster, didn’t you? To protect everyone’s happiness.

“…Ah.”

—And you survived. Something I couldn’t do… Amazing, Katia. I’m truly sorry I can’t touch you.

“No… This is enough…”

Finally, sobs burst forth.

“Just… hearing that… is enough…!”

Words failed, and emotions overflowed.

Katia cried like a child, and Sita looked at her, troubled and lovingly.

Then, Sita’s gaze shifted to Hermes.

—Servant. Thank you for supporting Katia.

She paused. A look of realization, like she noticed something.

And then she said something surprising.

—You. Could you be Rose’s child?

“…Huh?!”

He was surprised in many ways.

She recognized his connection to his master.

That Sita knew his master—well, Jurgen had mentioned something like that.

And, knowing his master’s apparent age, being mistaken for her child was a surprise too.

—You don’t look like her at all… But you have her aura… And your magic…

“Um, Sita-sama.”

Hermes composed himself and explained.

“First, I am related to my mas… Rose-sama, but I’m not her child. I’m her apprentice.”

—…Apprentice?

“Yes. My name is Hermes. I met you a few times as Hermes von Frembleed…”

—Frembleed… Oh! The boy who was close to Katia!

Sita clapped her hands in realization, then tilted her head.

—But, then why are you Katia’s servant? And, that child has an apprentice…? That child can be a master…?

Her cute confusion was endearing, and her words about his master were rather rude.

But knowing Rose’s private life, her doubts were understandable. This indicated Sita was indeed close to Rose.

“Well, it’s a long story. But…”

Explaining everything would take too long, so Hermes summed it up.

“I respect her as a magician. I have no regrets about being here.”

—…I see.

Sita nodded, satisfied.

—I’d be happy if someone accepted her as a magician. One more thing, if you could?

“What is it?”

Sita smiled mischievously.

—Tell her to visit my grave at least once.

“…I will.”

Hermes felt a little joy.

Despite Rose’s dislike of the royal capital… If she had interactions like this, it wasn’t all bad.

—Hermes. Please take care of Katia. Also…

Noticing Katia had calmed down, Sita signaled.

“Yes, I understand. I’ll step back.”

She probably had many things she wanted to talk about alone with her family.

Hermes stepped back to observe.

…They must have talked about many things.

The abrupt farewell, the unsaid words.

The stories she admired.

What nearly crushed her, yet what she decided to continue pursuing.

What she wanted to convey.

Words she wished to give.

Cherished feelings.

These were for Katia alone, and not for Hermes to overhear.

But he understood one thing.

After finishing all their conversations, Sita’s figure faded away.

Seeing Katia wipe her tears and walk towards him.

—Ah, this person will be okay now.

“Let’s go back.”

“Yes.”

With respect for her unchanged, dignified presence, he walked behind her.

Watched by many soldiers, they took their first steps of triumph.

—In the return carriage, the driver saw.

Three young people sleeping side by side.

In the middle, is a silver-haired boy with a serene and handsome face.

On the right, a purple-haired girl resting her head on his shoulder with complete trust.

On the left, a blonde girl shyly leaned her head on his shoulder.

The scene was too adorable to believe they were the heroes of the fierce battle.

The driver smiled and slowed the horses to soften the ride.

A series of events began from the moment Hermes arrived in the royal capital.

The first legend woven by an emerald magic came to a close.