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 102.2. Teachers

…They’ve finally started attacking Hermes personally.

This is essentially a declaration that there’s nothing left to attack in Hermes’ arguments, but do they even realize that? Probably not.

“This is a magic academy. Naturally, those with stronger magic hold more rights. The fact that someone like you is allowed to speak here is an exception, you know?”

“I’m grateful for that. By the way, with that logic… Marquis Clyde von Helmut’s son can’t use bloodline magic at this academy. Yet, you have no complaints about him holding a position of influence as the head of A-Class?”

“Haha! What nonsense. Clyde was once recognized by Prince Aster himself as an excellent magician. It’s not that he lacks ability like you; he’s just hiding it! Don’t you even understand that?”

Legendre, the head of the grade, had lost even the semblance of his original attitude, grinning with a sense of superiority as if he had won some grand victory.

“Truly great people don’t easily flaunt their abilities, unlike you! That’s why you’ll never be any good.”

“That’s right! Aren’t you getting a bit too full of yourself!?”

“You’re just lucky to be here, so know your place and feel ashamed!”

The other teachers chimed in, getting caught up in the moment.

…At first, they were at least pretending to question a student, but even that pretense was now gone.

And they were probably trying to make Hermes lose his composure by attacking his pride. It’s likely because that’s what they themselves would hate the most.

But naturally—Hermes had no obligation to play along with such a tactic. In fact, he couldn’t even if he wanted to, because he simply didn’t understand it.

“Yes, as you said, it’s true that I can’t handle much bloodline magic right now. I probably wouldn’t stand a chance against Katia-sama either.”

Therefore, Hermes remained calm, accepting his lack of ability without any fuss.

And then, as if to say that this farce had gone on long enough—

“So then. Does that have anything to do with the current discussion? I’m asking you to present grounds for your claim that B-Class students cheated. What does ‘me being weak’ have to do with that?”

Hermes brought them back to reality, reminding the teachers who had been getting carried away with bullying someone they perceived as weaker.

The teachers suddenly felt the heat of their arguments being drained away. …At this point, it was almost comical.

Naturally, they couldn’t say anything. After all, they had nothing left to say, which is why they resorted to trying to hurt Hermes personally.

Now that they realized their tactics didn’t work on Hermes, they were at a loss for words.

After a brief silence, Legendre finally spoke up.

“…Hmph. It seems you have no intention of admitting to any wrongdoing on your part.”

I see, they still won’t acknowledge it. They won’t admit that their questioning was unjust.

“Yes, because I didn’t do anything. …So, can I go now? Lunch break is almost over.”

“No, I won’t allow that.”

Legendre firmly rejected Hermes’ words. As Hermes’ expression twisted in frustration, Legendre smirked as if he still had something up his sleeve.

“You’ve come quite prepared with your arguments, Hermes. It seems it’ll be tough to get you to confess—but what about someone else?”

“What?”

“Don’t you understand? …I’m saying we’ll ask the B-Class students if there was any cheating.”

Legendre spread his arms, as if revealing his plan.

“That was the original plan. After all, even though they’re just B-Class dropouts, they’re much more aware of their place than you are. The teachers suited for such questioning are on their way right now. Your wicked schemes will soon be exposed to the light of day!”

…So that’s it. If they couldn’t break Hermes, they’d interrogate the B-Class students instead.

Their plan was likely based on the assumption that, as commoners, the B-Class students wouldn’t defend someone like Hermes and wouldn’t hesitate to give them up…

(…No, these people really are…)

Utterly hopeless, Hermes thought.

Indeed, compared to these teachers, the B-Class students still had potential. His earlier decision to abandon them had been premature, as this situation was proving differently.

And truly, they were fools.

They still believed—that nothing had changed at this academy.

“By the way, what if none of the B-Class students admit to any wrongdoing?”

“Haha, as if that’s even possible. …But fine, if by some miracle that happens, we can drop the pursuit, for now.”

Alright, got them to say it.

With that settled, Hermes felt a sense of trust in the B-Class students that would have been unthinkable when he first arrived.

Though it was irksome to remain in this space until everything was resolved, Hermes sat back in his chair with a sense of expectation that made it bearable.