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 103.1. Transformation

“Are you kidding me?”

How did it come to this? Count Geist, the teacher in charge of Class B, wondered.

“No, my apologies. Let me rephrase—are you joking with me, Mr. Geist?”

It was supposed to be a simple task.

Just as always, go to Class B. With eloquence, make them fully realize their incompetence and lack of talent.

Then, slowly, coax them into talking. Get them to confess to the cheating they likely committed in the recent interclass competition, probably instigated by Hermes—that impudent commoner who knows no bounds. That was all that was needed.

It wasn’t a difficult task. There was no need to go through the tedious process of calling each student individually to hear their side of the story.

Just speak to them from the podium as always. Yes—just as he had done on the day Hermes first transferred in.

Back then, Hermes had interrupted with some despicable stunt, but this time he wasn’t around. In fact, this was the perfect opportunity to take down the guy who had become the thorn in his side because of that incident.

So, just as usual, he began by speaking. Telling them how they, as Class B, were failures, inadequate individuals, foolish beings.

After making them understand their place, he would then gently ask them.

──There’s no way someone like you could surpass the chosen Class A with magic. Just like before, that man must have made you resort to some underhanded tactic, right? Come clean about what you’ve done. If you do, all the blame will fall on that commoner, and you won’t be held accountable anymore.

In other words, he urged them to pin all the blame on Hermes.

Class B may be failures, but they’re still better than that commoner and understand their place. If he said this, they would surely confess everything they had done without hesitation. After all, they had always done so before.

Yet.

“I’ll say it once more, we did not cheat. We followed the rules and put in legitimate effort and strategy over these past two weeks, leading to our rightful victory. That man would say the same, and we believe it too. It’s extremely unfair to be accused of cheating.”

The words spoken by the male student who raised his voice first went completely against what he had expected.

Glaring at him as he spoke was Albert von Yelk, the eldest son of Viscount Yelk.

Albert had been one of his favorites. When he first enrolled, he had received a Bloodline Magic comparable to that of a count’s family—that alone made his eyes shine with expectations and conviction, but to see him broken after the joint magic training right after enrollment had been extremely satisfying.

After that, he had made him understand his place through his teachings. Gradually, his eyes dulled, and he became obedient to his superiors… Watching the way his ‘education’ took root, seeing Albert develop an attitude befitting a noble of this kingdom, made him tremble with pride as a teacher.

Yet now, that same boy was glaring at him with the same defiant gaze he had upon entering the school, spouting words of rebellion.

──There was no way Count Geist’s inflated ego could accept this.

“Wh-what’s with that look? Do you realize who you’re talking to!”

Accompanied by words Hermes might have sarcastically called “textbook lines,” he lashed out at Albert with a twisted expression.

“It seems you’ve been deceived by that man and forgotten everything I’ve taught you! To still take such an attitude, what have you learned in this academy? It’s disgraceful!”

“What have I learned, you ask? Well, it’s crystal clear now… that you have no intention of acknowledging any change, effort, or growth in your students!”

Words that were unbelievable coming from him—or rather, a truth that should have been his all along—pierced Count Geist, making him flinch.

At that moment, as if on cue, a girl behind Albert stood up.

“…Everyone worked so hard. We overcame our discord and learned to understand each other.”

Sara von Hartmann.

She too. She was always timid and fearful of everyone around her when she first enrolled.

Considering her meek demeanor, he had overlooked the fact that a mere baron’s daughter was being approached by many noble peers, envied by all for being noticed by the prince—

But now, with that same defiant conviction, she stared right at him.

“Hermes responded to my selfish request and reached out to us. The rest of the class accepted that. …And now, dismissing the results of the interclass competition—the culmination of everyone’s hard work—as mere ‘cheating,’ please stop.”

Though her words and tone were more subdued than Albert’s, the strength of her will was no less resolute.

He wanted to retort immediately, but before he could, another girl’s voice interrupted from another direction.

“Actually, maybe it’s the teachers who need to do some learning, don’t you think?”

Nina von Frodite.

She had always been a bit hard to pin down, but she had never openly opposed him before.

Even if she claimed she was ‘forbidden to use her Bloodline Magic,’ she wasn’t the same as Clyde from Class A. Despite possessing some unique skills, she was just a viscount’s daughter—nothing significant, so he had let her be. Yet now, even she was looking at him with pity in her eyes as she spoke.

“We’re not the students you think we are anymore. If you keep yelling without recognizing that, not only will nothing get through, but—you’ll probably end up facing worse consequences than before.”

Nina’s golden eyes glowed eerily and sharply as they pierced through the count.

And with that, the other students followed.

They may have been silent, but their gazes spoke volumes. ──Without a doubt, they were filled with distrust and hostility toward him.

“You lot, how dare you──all of you──!”

He tried to curse at them, but intimidated by the pressure of nearly thirty glares, his voice faltered.

…The overwhelming defiance from the students he had always considered clearly beneath him. The sheer magnitude of it left Count Geist, who had never even considered the possibility of being defied by those weaker than him, flustered, unable to come up with any effective response.

In the end, though he continued to apply feeble pressure with his words, they were nothing more than rephrased versions of his usual rhetoric, which only served to further incite the students’ defiance, just as Nina had predicted.

Finally, he was forced to leave the classroom, practically chased out.

“Don’t mess with me!!”

Then, having been subjected to petty snipes from the teachers in the staff room, which he dodged with a look of exasperation, Count Geist stormed into the room where Hermes was being harassed.

When the teachers, with smiles on their faces, asked how his questioning of Class B had gone, the count, with a dejected expression, answered—and in the next moment, the roar of Year Head Legendre echoed through the room.

“You didn’t get a single thing out of them!? Do you think that’s acceptable!!”

“I-I’m terribly sorry! It seems Hermes has skillfully deceived the Class B students──”

“I don’t want to hear excuses! I’m disappointed in you!”

At Legendre’s bellow, Count Geist, who had behaved so arrogantly in front of Class B, desperately bowed his head.

It was a glimpse into the power dynamics among the teachers… but honestly, Hermes couldn’t care less.

“What are we going to do? We’ve already received numerous complaints from the parents of Class A—the high-ranking nobles! We assured them we would prove Class B’s cheating. If we fail to do so, do you realize what will happen…!”