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 152.2. Oath

The royal capital is burning.

Filled with the sounds of usurpation, transformation—and surely, the beginning of ruin.

“…The Trakia house has also fallen.”

Having fled the capital, reaching a safe haven.

With a heavy voice, Jurgen informed Liliana.

“I have ensured Layla and the other servants have been moved to safety, so we have no losses in personnel. But—facing that force and remaining in the house would have been suicide. We had no choice but to abandon it… My apologies.”

There is no one to blame.

If Jurgen made that decision, it was likely the best. Everyone understood that.

…Besides, the responsibility was not his alone. It was either all of theirs, or no one’s at all.

There was nothing that could be done.

As Laplace said, once he appeared at the audience chamber, the game had already reached a checkmate from which there was no return.

Their influence had spread through the kingdom far beyond imagination, and exactly as intended by the first prince Helk, and by Laplace and his organization lurking behind him, the capital fell without resistance.

The battle for the throne—to claim the next king—had ended before they could even fight.

—But.

“Then, we’ll take it back.”

Even amidst a total loss.

There was still something gained, something born.

The foremost of these was a young princess.

Wielder of creative magic, and his top disciple, she declared…

“The Trakia house, the capital, the throne, everything. We’ll gather what we lacked this time and reclaim it all.”

“…Your Highness.”

Earlier today, Liliana had clung to Hermes, sobbing uncontrollably. Jurgen’s eyes widened at this new, resolute version of her.

She continued, delivering her vow.

“And before the throne, as promised, I will slap my brother once. Then, I’ll demand to know why he did this, what he knew, what he said and felt. Everything—every bit of pain and every thought—I will hurl at him…”

She choked back tears, and ended with:

“—And then, I will reconcile with him.”

The girl, who loved her family so dearly, voiced her true desire.

“I will lay bare everything and receive everything. And then, I will become family again. I want to return.”

“…”

Everyone listened to her resolve.

Liliana lowered her head before them all.

“Um… I’m sorry. I lacked resolve before. Saying ‘I don’t want to be king’ and running away… I was just being selfish. But during the chaos in the capital, all of you gathered without losing anyone. I’ve been relying on such incredible people…”

After admitting her past mistakes, she looked up and met their eyes.

“I won’t waver anymore. Until we reclaim the throne, I promise to press forward. So… I ask you all to lend me your strength once more.”

Liliana surveyed everyone, then looked to Hermes.

“…Master.”

Her blue eyes shone with determination as she spoke.

“Please… lead me once again.”

Hermes looked around.

Katia, Sara, Albert, Jurgen. Some smiled, some nodded.

After confirming their shared resolve, Hermes turned to face her again.

Liliana Joseph von Eustia.

The girl who resembled his mentor and the only one to share his gift.

She was no longer clinging with desperation but faced him with an earnest, stronger gaze.

—Beautiful, he thought.

To him, that was more than enough.

“Yes, gladly.”

He simply affirmed and took her hand.

Tears filled Liliana’s eyes as she expressed her gratitude once more.

Thus, the six gathered together, marking the start.

—The battle to reclaim the kingdom’s future began.