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 84. Class B

Albert von Yelck.

A member of Class B in the magic academy, he was once a promising magician in the Yelck Viscount family.

The reason for this was his Bloodline Magic.

Perhaps a recessive trait, or something unknown, but a powerful Bloodline Magic, unprecedented in the Yelck Viscount family, manifested in him.

His parents had high expectations for him, believing he would stand at the forefront of the Viscount family and bring further prosperity.

He worked hard to meet those expectations and dreamed of making them a reality.

He studied diligently, expanded his social circle, and actively gained experience in magical combat.

He enjoyed using magic. He was proud of the wonderful magic within him and wanted to enhance it further, which became his greatest motivation.

In a sense, he was more absorbed in his magic than anyone else, tirelessly accumulating experience and knowledge.

His efforts paid off, and he was accepted into the prestigious magic academy in the capital.

It was undoubtedly an honor. He gained even more confidence and vowed to graduate as a respectable magician and noble, return home, and contribute to the development of his family’s territory.

With this resolve, he set foot on the soil of the magic academy.

──And immediately saw hell.

“Hey, Albert, why are you so quiet?”

During a joint magic exercise,

Clyde suggested a mock battle with the Class A members.

Albert’s opponent was Nesty von Langheim.

The eldest son of the Langheim Marquis family… and, predictably, Albert’s anticipated opponent.

Because──during the joint magic exercise right after enrollment,

Nesty had thoroughly defeated Albert.

“Come on, face me like you did at the entrance! You said ‘my magic is on par with Class A’ so boldly, didn’t you?”

“Gah, Bloodline Magic──[Aiolos]!”

Provoked, he unleashed his Bloodline Magic.

[Aoolos]. Originally the hereditary magic of the Eldridge Count family, a powerful Bloodline Magic of the count class.

It was thought to be inherited from a close lineage, but for him, it was an extremely fortunate magic──however.

“Bloodline MagicBloodline magic──[St. Elmo]”

Nesty’s declaration produced a blue flame──a strange sacred fire that inexplicably had mass, completely blocking Albert’s wind.

“Here!”

With a shout, the blue flame came at him. He tried to blow it away with his Bloodline Magic, but the sheer weight and volume of the flame overwhelmed him, and it engulfed Albert’s body.

The flame wrapped around him, and the immense heat tormented his entire body.

“Ugh, aaah!”

“Hahaha!”

Seeing Albert writhing in pain, Nesty laughed loudly.

“Pathetic and foolish! Did you really think you could be in Class A with ‘this level of magic’!? This is why country nobles are hopeless. I’ll teach you your place once more, thoroughly──!”

He was shown the stark reality of the difference in class.

A slightly stronger Bloodline Magic was nowhere near enough. He felt the vast gap in magical prowess through their clash.

An overwhelming, absolute difference in birth. The an undeniable difference in rank within Bloodline Magic.

If it were just that, he might have thought he could still work hard.

But it wasn’t just that. The treatment of Class B in this academy was far worse than he had imagined.

Class A students constantly mocked them, using them as tools to vent their frustrations and boost their superiority.

The teachers were no different. They imposed unreasonable lessons, and forced chores, and used them as outlets for their dissatisfaction.

They, the Class B students, were here merely to strengthen the unity of everyone else.

After enduring such treatment for half a year, giving up seemed like the only option.

Bit by bit, their confidence and self-esteem were mercilessly crushed. Even among the Class B students, a strange sense of solidarity formed as they shared the same hardships.

They regarded those like the duke’s daughter who couldn’t use magic or the saint favored by the prince as beings from another world.

They saw themselves as such. Being like this was their role in this country.

They believed it was their duty to be sacrificed for the higher nobles.

They resigned themselves to this role, killing their hearts, and obediently acted as victims. They thought they had no other choice.

──Yet.

That man came to Class B, as if mocking them.

He knew about Hermes von Flenbreed, once the prodigy of the Flenbreed family. But he was deemed unfit for Bloodline Magic and expelled, supposedly becoming a commoner.

He didn’t know how, but that person acquired Bloodline Magic and transferred to Class B.

He was wary, watching his magic… and felt relieved.

Ah, it’s nothing special. Just a person who luckily acquired magic after being expelled.

Moreover, he’s a commoner. It’s fine to look down on him. We’re enduring the same treatment, so he should follow the same customs.

With that in mind, he and others with similar thoughts decided to treat him mercilessly──but.

Hermes’s actions and skills far surpassed their expectations.

First, he perfectly countered the pranks they pulled on his first day. He boldly resisted and retaliated against the unreasonable demands they had to accept. He seemed uninterested in pride or face, repeatedly losing to stronger opponents without hesitation.

And now. Contrary to his own belief that it was natural to be defeated, Hermes showed a clear victory against an absolute superior, the head of Class A, with the same magic.

Even he could tell, that victory was genuine. Hermes had undoubtedly surpassed Clyde in pure magical skill.

The once prodigy was still very much alive.

…However.

What Albert felt first upon seeing Hermes was not gratitude or admiration, but intense rejection.

Stop it.

Don’t do anything to disrupt the order of this academy.

Please──don’t rise above. Stay fallen.

Because if such a reversal is allowed,

Then what was the point──of enduring this treatment?

With these thoughts, Albert approached Hermes as he walked back from the battle.

“…What are you…?”

After Clyde left, as Hermes returned to Class B,

Albert, with a terribly anguished expression, stood in his way.

“What am I, you ask? I’m a student just like you.”

“Don’t joke around! You and I are not the same! How can a Class B student do such things, and why did you come to this academy in the first place? What is your purpose!?”

…He couldn’t quite grasp what he wanted to confirm.

But he answered the question with his biggest reason.

“Of course, to learn magic. This is a magic academy, after all.”

“Don’t be absurd! Someone like you has nothing to learn here!”

But Albert responded with a scream-like denial, finally unable to hold back.

“I get it, I admit you’re the prodigy you once were! So that’s enough! Leave Class B──no, leave this academy!”

“──”

“Don’t disrupt the academy’s order! Your presence causes chaos, please, disappear from our sight!!”

…It was,

undoubtedly a word of rejection and expulsion.

(…Oh)

The moment he heard those words, he felt something inside him cool down.

(These people are the same, after all)

They pretend to praise the excellent, but expel those who are too excellent.

His master often said those words. His master had grown tired of it and left the capital.

The words he was hearing now unmistakably had that meaning.

He couldn’t believe the country was changing, the same words thrown at his master were now directed at him in this generation.

So Hermes couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“…That’s enough, I guess.”

His heart was already burdened enough.

His classmates stubbornly refused to change their attitude towards him. The incomprehensible head of Class A who came during lunch was a terribly foolish person, unwilling to recognize anything but his convenient reasoning, and showed no desire to learn.

To top it off, these words.

Meeting Nina and seeing a new world was fun, but──even considering that, the academy was filled with too many uncomfortable elements for him.

He felt a part of his heart growing impossibly cold.

He thought he wouldn’t give up so easily──but if this is how it was after waiting this long, maybe it was enough.

“──Understood.”

His voice was terribly dry, yet somehow ominous.

All of Class B shivered with a chill upon hearing it, as he turned his back to them.

“In that case, as you wish. Leaving the academy──no, maybe even disappearing from the capital isn’t a bad idea. I apologize to the duke and Kati-sama, though.”

At least he would be a true ally to those two.

Thinking that, but is unable to stop his actions anymore.

He turned his back, showing complete disinterest, and without hesitation, started to walk away──at that moment.

Gently, as if warming his chilled heart. As if to hold him back, Hermes’s right hand was wrapped in a warm, soft sensation.

“──”

Turning around, there she was.

“…You can’t… do this…”

Fearful, trembling.

But determined not to let go, with a resolute will.

The beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl──Sara, holding his hand with both of hers, looked at him with earnest eyes.