Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 651 Royal Hybrid

As the hybrid Royal slowly recovered from the rapid advancement and her eyes fluttered open, her magic began to flare again.

"You need to control the flow. If you let it flow at full output, you'll exhaust yourself and pass out again." Wolfe warned her with a smile.

"Thanks. This is, wow. I don't know what to say." She mumbled as she swayed gently, still dizzy from the energy burnt during the advancement.

Fortunately, the waitress was right there with their orders, a bit of everything on the breakfast menu, from pancakes to fried eggs and an assortment of meats.

Rail gave the girl a gentle smile. "Eat up, and we can talk about what you're going to do now."

"Do? I suppose I could get a job for the Nobles now. I'm like powerful now, and I can heal everything, I can feel it." She agreed with her mouth full.

"That's not what I meant. Your bloodline is Royal, and that is going to raise some questions now that you're growing. It's not like you can hide it, every Demon around you will realize that you have a Royal parent." Rail informed her.

The girl shook her head.

"I don't have any Royal parents. I came from the mountains, just across the border into Queen Jasmine's Wrath Territory. My family were caravan guards, but they're all dead now, they were killed the day I was born. The caravan leader says that I was cut out of my dying mother on the battlefield, so I never grew properly. I couldn't follow in their footsteps without power, so I came here to look for work, only to find that work is difficult to come by." She explained.

Rail nodded. "There are always more weak and young Demons than there is work for them to do. Too many get stuck in the entry-level jobs for a long time."

"But now I'm rank four, and I can tell that I'll keep growing." She insisted, sounding somewhat desperate to get the normal life she had been hoping for.

Wolfe gently rubbed her back to calm her down with a trickle of mana.

"Can you tell me what it was like to grow up as a caravan guard? Who raised you? The Demons or the Dryads?" He asked.

"A dryad? Why would there be a dryad?" She replied.

"Oh, this will be awkward. You see, I realized when I was working on you, and when your magic activated that you are half Dryad, and Rail insists that one half of your bloodline is Royal. I suspect that your parents were actually your adoptive parents if one of them wasn't a Dryad." Wolfe explained.

Her expression went blank as she tried and failed to process that.

"Can you repeat that?"

"You are half Dryad. That's where your intense healing powers are coming from. There is no doubt that you are both half Fae and that you are a Royal from one side of your family, or possibly both. I don't know if there are any missing Royal children, so they might not even know. If your parents had lived a bit longer, they likely would have explained everything to you eventually." Wolfe repeated.

"Can we find out who my real parents are?" She asked.

Rail nodded. "If you tell me your name, I can cast a bloodline finding. It's Succubus magic so that we don't accidentally sleep with someone we can't feed on."

"I am Nimue. I don't have a family name, caravan guards never use them." She explained.

Rail focused on her spell for a moment and then smiled and took out a piece of paper. The magic inscribed a series of information in tidy handwriting, then faded, leaving the data clear for everyone to see.

[Name: Nimue

Mother's Family: Not Found

Mother's Bloodline: Dryad

Father's Bloodline: Father not found. Nearest direct relative 130 metres south.

Father's Bloodline: Royal Wrath Demon]

"That doesn't mean your mother's family is dead, only that they're not within range of the spell. Which, honestly, isn't all that shocking. I don't think I've seen a Dryad here in decades." Rail informed them.

She had just finished talking when the door to the restaurant opened with a bang, and a massive Wrath Demon in polished black armour over leathery red skin stood in the doorway, looking around frantically.

The click of his hooves on the wooden floor made Nimue look up, and the two locked eyes. Identical, glowing golden eyes.

"No, that's not possible." The man muttered, and Wolfe saw the sadness in Nimue's face as her expression fell.

She sat back down and looked away as he approached the table, then knelt at the end to be closer to the same height as everyone else.

"I didn't mean it like that. I believe that you are my niece. When you advanced, I could feel the family connection, and I came running as fast as I could. I'm not sure how I never felt your advancements before, but I felt this one." He explained.

Nimue was clearly panicking about some random family member showing up to talk to her, especially with the possibility that he was some sort of Prince, since he was from Royal blood.

So, she did the first thing that she could think of. She grabbed Wolfe's wrist and poured a bit of her mana into him.

A simple wooden bracelet formed on Wolfe's wrist, and Wolfe felt a bond form as the Servant link formed and marked her neck, though it wasn't visible with her cloak pulled tight.

"I'm afraid that I can't go anywhere with you until I've paid my debt to the Magi Patriarch." She stammered, while the Demon looked confused.

"Go somewhere? I work here in town, there's no need to go anywhere. We have a lot to discuss, though. Do you have some time after breakfast?" He asked.

"Um, as long as I'm not needed?" She replied.

"Not yet. There are still functions for me to attend today starting at lunch. If you meet us later tonight at my apartment, that is fine. Here is my spare key, so you can let yourself in anytime." Wolfe offered.

"Alright, I will see you tonight, Patriarch."

Wolfe looked at his empty plate and then at Rail, who had an emotional look on her face that Wolfe couldn't quite place. It might be empathy, but there was a hint of jealousy there as well. Perhaps for the rags-to-riches story, when her family members were far from Royalty and didn't approve of her unconventional approach to life as a Succubus.