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 82. Joint Magic Training

Thus, the lunch break ended, and the next class began.

Hermes and the other students of Class B gathered at the training ground as they did yesterday. A bit later, the members of Class A strolled in leisurely.

“……”

On the faces of the Class A students, except for Katia, there was an unmistakable look of superiority and ridicule.

Indeed, it was the same kind of gaze that the Class B students, led by Hermes, had endured since their transfer. Now, the tables had turned, and it was Class B’s turn to be on the receiving end.

In the midst of this, a male student stepped forward, seemingly leading Class A.

It was Clyde von Helmut, who had had a run-in during lunch. He wore a pasted-on smile as if nothing had happened earlier.

“Hey, Class B! Let’s have another fruitful exchange today!”

…Extremely suspicious.

As all of Class B, including Hermes, thought this, the joint magic training began.

Their premonition soon became a reality.

“By the way, everyone! Up until the previous term, this class mainly involved mock battles between evenly matched opponents.”

Without much of a greeting, Clyde stepped boldly to the center of attention.

“But, since this is a ‘joint’ training, that seems a bit bland. I believe we should emphasize inter-class interaction more. So—”

With a full smile that outwardly seemed filled with good intentions and conviction, but subtly revealed a darker intent, he continued.

“How about we implement this rule? Each pair must consist of one Class A student and one Class B student.”

Everyone instantly grasped his intention.

“Don’t you think it’s a wonderful idea!? You in Class B can learn from us, and we in Class A can observe new magic. Plus, through these magic duels, we can understand each other better! There’s no better means for interaction in a magic academy!

—Don’t you agree, Class A?”

The troublesome aspect of this guy was.

He never proposed anything that would be clearly disadvantageous to his class.

Naturally, the Class A students understood what his proposal meant. —By having mock battles with Class B, they recognized what benefits it would bring to them.

“…Indeed. Seeing magic we don’t usually see could enhance our own skills.”

“Certainly, guiding and teaching magic is our duty as well.”

“Absolutely. I think Clyde’s intention is splendid!”

Thus, the Class A students, like him, agreed in words that sounded good on the surface but hinted at other motives.

On the other hand, the Class B students, understanding his intent precisely, naturally couldn’t clearly agree.

—But, unable to say anything, unable to rebut, they fell silent. Surely, until now, they hadn’t been allowed to do so.

“Clyde, proceeding in such a one-sided manner is—”

“Oh, Lady Katia, what is one-sided about it? As you can see, everyone in Class A agrees! And it’s a valuable opportunity for Class B to enhance their magic. No noble would miss this! Please stop holding a grudge for losing your position as class leader; it’s unbecoming!”

Katia, unable to watch any longer, tried to voice her opposition, but Clyde quickly and unilaterally shut her down, cutting her off before she could respond.

Then, as if to deliver the final blow, he addressed the teacher overseeing the class.

“Teacher, you agree too, don’t you? After all, it’s joint magic training!”

“Huh? …Ah, yes, that’s right. Active inter-class interaction is a good thing.”

The teacher, not one to usually intervene much in the class, found it easier to nod along with Clyde’s smooth talk rather than oppose the flow that had already been established. The person supposed to be in charge of the class ended up giving permission.

“Therefore, everyone! Pair up with the partner you desire, the one you wish to learn from!”

No longer able to stop it, the students of Class A began to choose their partners, resembling beasts hunting their prey.

Seeing his classmates, Clyde nodded in satisfaction and approached slowly.

“—Now then, servant. May I ask you to pair up with me?”

—As if to say, you’re my target.

With a dark, intense gaze clearly lingering from the incident during lunch, he glared at Hermes.

“A commoner once expelled from a marquis family, yet somehow transferred to this academy. I’m very interested. Show me your skills, won’t you?”

With polite words but a clear message of ‘I’ll expose you,’ he spoke.

It seemed he had dismissed the incident during lunch as a fluke.

“…Understood.”

Honestly, compared to facing Nina, it wasn’t exciting at all, but Hermes knew there was no avoiding it and nodded quietly.

Almost simultaneously, the other students also decided on their partners.

And so, the joint magic training officially began.

—And the massacre commenced.

“What’s with that magic? You lack any noble pride!”

“Watch closely! This is true—bloodline magic!”

“Oh, how pitiful. Claiming nobility with such meager magic, you must have left your shame long ago.”

Originally, Class A consisted of high-ranking nobility. Specifically, dukes, marquises, and earls. Consequently, Class B was filled with viscounts and barons.

Bloodline magic tended to be stronger in higher-ranking noble families.

In this country’s system, the status of a family was determined by the prowess of its magic users. The Hermes’ former family, the Frenbreed family, was a prime example.

There were exceptions like Sara, but they were rare. Most Class B students inherited magic deemed appropriate for their rank.

Therefore, when directly confronting higher-ranked nobles’ bloodline magic, being overpowered was inevitable.

“Ugh!”

“Please stop—!”

“Ugh…”

Resistance lasted only a moment.

In the worst cases, even that wasn’t allowed. Soon, the Class B students were just being toyed with and tormented.

It was inevitable for them. The magic they wielded was vastly different in capability. The gap seemed insurmountable.

The magic was different. The status was different. —Tracing it back, their birth was different.

So, it couldn’t be helped.

Bloodline magic supremacy. The ruling ideology of this country.

Its deeply rooted tradition was clearly manifesting in the training ground now.

Thus, the Class A students, without any doubt, indulged their twisted sadism in this training.

The Class B students accepted their fate with resignation.

Still, they wondered if there was any hope.

Unable to bear seeing their classmates all suffering the same fate. Looking around, hoping for an exception—of course, there was none.

The Class A students, satisfied with this scene, deepened their class unity.

They turned their grateful and respectful gazes to the person who had arranged this opportunity—

—It was at that moment.

With a small, comical sound, at a very bad timing, a clear sound echoed in the training ground.

Those who turned to the source of the sound witnessed it.

The mastermind behind this situation, the leader of Class A, Clyde von Helmut—

—was sitting on the ground, a sight incredibly humiliating for them.

“…What?”

In stunned silence, Clyde looked up at Hermes.

Hermes, in contrast, didn’t even glance at the fallen Clyde.

Instead, he seemed more interested in the bloodline magic flying around and was looking in a different direction.

A stark picture of victor and loser. And Clyde, the leader of Class A, was the loser, while Hermes, scorned in Class B, was the victor.

Both classes stared, unable to believe their eyes.

But on the other hand.

“…Of course. What an idiot.”

“…”

“Hehehe.”

Only the three who knew his true strength reacted differently.

Katia, with an unusually direct and cold expression, muttered; Sara, facing Katia, looked bewildered.

And Nina, true to her word, had been slacking off and chuckled amusingly.

What was clear was that everyone had witnessed this unmistakable outcome.

In a form that left no room for doubt.