Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King



While the adults in the house argued about what they should do about the possibility of awakening the young witches early, the rest of the town was beginning to realize that something was strange about the Mana in the area.

The array that Wolfe had created wasn't as powerful as the one in the Den, so it took time to build up over such a large area, but now that it was fully active and the mana in the town had nearly doubled, there was really no ignoring it.

So, the heads of household had started to make their way to the main house, where the Grandmother would be, as she was their government leader, and it was her job to investigate and answer these sorts of questions.

The doorbell rang as the first of them arrived, and the butler ushered in a group of middle-aged witches, some of the many sisters to the Captain's mother. Wolfe recalled that the old witch had said that there were dozens of them still living here in town, so this would quickly turn into a full-fledged family reunion to ask questions about the Mana Gathering Array.

The fact that a pair of underage girls had gained an aura was not going to evade their attention for long since the Witches seemed to love to judge each other on power in Wolfe's experience, so he moved himself to a chair at the counter in the kitchen which overlooked the main living room where everyone was gathered.

The cook came over and placed the plate of cookies, which had been pilfered earlier, beside Wolfe with a glass of juice. She gave him a wink as she walked away and pretended to busy herself with the stove, which conveniently overlooked the living room from his right.

The oven was set to warm, so everything inside was already cooked and waiting while the cook was pulling a few more dishes out of a large fridge to account for the extra people, who would presumably be here for dinner once they learned what was going on with the new pact and the increased mana levels.

"Sister, where has Mother gotten to? There is something strange going on in town." The first woman in the house demanded.

"She's upstairs in bed. There is a high-rank Demon visiting us today, and he made her a custom bed for the price of a Kitchen Magic book. Speaking of which, if you have extra books around, bring them here. We need a lot of them to trade for charms and talismans from the Rank Two witches of the Den." The Captain explained.

"Wait, back up. There is a powerful demon in the house? And nobody is concerned about that. Why? And what is this about Rank Two Witches? There is only one, as far as I know, and she is leading the Morgana Coven." The new arrival asked, urging the Captain to back up to the start of the story since nobody outside the house had heard it yet.

Wolfe and the cook enjoyed the cookies while the family members continued to pour into the house, crowding the main room until all of the kids and the men decided to retreat to another sitting room for their own sanity.

That might ruin Wolfe's plan. If the kids weren't present, then nobody would notice what had happened until they reached that part in the story. That could still be a good show, though, since they would all want proof.

"You know, for a Demon, you're pretty relaxed around so many Witches." The Cook joked as she placed a full lasagne into the oven.I think you should take a look at

"I'm not the average Demon. I wasn't summoned. I was cursed when the Morgana Coven realized that I could use magic. So, I don't really have a reason to hold a grudge. It worked out pretty well for me."

The cook smirked at him. "As I understand it, you live in an enchanted forest with a load of powerful Witches and animal girls. It's a pervert's paradise."

Wolfe laughed at her assessment and put on his best innocent look. "There are also men from the local villages. But you have a point. The Den is just me and Witches at the moment. You should see them around the mutants, though. I didn't realize how big of a soft spot the witches had for animal ears until we started getting them used to the messengers from the villages."

"That must have been quite the experience for everyone involved. I was in the wastes hundreds of times in my younger years, but I never had a positive interaction with the locals. If they didn't flee, they attacked. They aren't really fond of the witches."

Wolfe nodded. "With the curse of the Frozen Wastes active, you can't understand them, and they only hear shrieking if you speak to them, so making friends doesn't really work out. But I can talk to them both, and we learned to pass messages back and forth instead of speaking, so we managed to come to an arrangement."

That was when the oblivious young seamstress came down with the dress she had promised to Wolfe, carefully wrapped up in a bit of paper to keep it clean and undamaged.

Since she didn't realize that they had a lot of visitors, she had simply come down the main stairs and walked right through the edge of the living room to get to the kitchen where she had seen Wolfe sitting.

Right behind her was Stephanie, who had realized the same thing that Wolfe had. This was going to get very exciting in about five seconds once the visiting family members recovered from their shock.

[This is going to be great. They all noticed her aura when she walked by, and I don't think that she knows that they know yet.] Stephanie giggled in his mind.

"Here is your payment, Mister Wolfe." She whispered with a sly wink at him, then turned to leave through the side door of the kitchen with a smile for the Cook, who always seemed to know everything that was going on.

"Not so fast, young lady. You have some explaining to do." An authoritative voice demanded as the girl tried to escape.

She gulped and slowly turned to face the living room. "Aunt Gertrude, it's a pleasure to see you tonight."