Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe gathered all the formerly enslaved Magi into a Gravity spell and lifted them all into the air, so he could move the proceedings to a safe distance outside town while all hell broke loose between the villagers and their Elders. He had no doubt that was what was about to happen, given the mood of the crowd and the reaction to the fact that their leaders' actions were what had led to them all bearing Servant Marks, but they were restraining themselves while he was still around to take action.

There weren't all that many Magi who had shown potential, but that wasn't surprising, as there were only a few even in a place as large as Morgana Fortress City who could actually use some level of magic.

But after looking at most of these men, the seer in the village probably wasn't all that accurate. Only the one that they had come here for and one other even had a mana core at all, the others hadn't even begun to form one.

From what Wolfe could tell, one of them even appeared to be a full-blooded witch. His appearance was starkly different from the others in the group, though his defeated demeanour was the same.

"That spot should work. There is nobody in the field today, and the house next to it is empty." The Seraphim noted as he flew beside the group.

"Yes, that should work just fine." Wolfe agreed, then brought them to the middle of an overgrown field, either intended as a pasture or simply neglected by whatever farmer was looking after this place.

"Hello everyone, as I am sure you heard in town, I am Wolfe Noxus, Patriarch of the Noxus Family, and the lone remaining Magi Saint in this world. One of the ancestors informed us that there is one among you with great potential, so we are here to help them realize that.

You should have never been enslaved, the war is long over. But we will bring you back to Forest Grove with us, where all species live in relative harmony, and you can start trying to rebuild your lives there.

Now, our Seraphim friend has an Inheritance Crystal, so those of you with enough Magi bloodline will be able to receive at least part of what you should have been granted by your families before the war, and I will help you remove the obstructions that have been placed on your mana systems."

One of the older men scoffed. "How about my nuts, then? They castrated the lot of us so we couldn't pass on our genes, and then cursed us so it couldn't be healed."

Ella gave him a soft smile. "The curse is already gone, so when I heal you, it will heal you completely."

That brought a smile to everyone's faces. They had no hope for a family or a normal life before this, but if this witch could heal what was done to them, it would be much better.

"There is one more thing that I would like to know. If they were so fond of using curses, why didn't they just use the Demonic Curse to demonize you and then bind you as Familiars?"

One of the older men shook his head. "They were too afraid. When I was a boy, one of the local witches summoned a Goblin, but she was too weak to control it, and it turned on her. Ever since then, they've been extra cautious about anything Demonic.

I know that it's blasphemy to say it out loud, but their power has faded so far that in another generation, I'm not sure that we could really call them witches anymore. Most of the ones that even have an aura can barely brew a healing potion for the farmers, and the only ones that can cast proper spells work for the Elders."

"Well, that makes sense. The witches everywhere were getting weaker before the mana in the air began to increase again. With the cleansing of the bloodlines, the problem will sort itself out in the younger generation, and we will send someone to keep the older generation in line, since they seem determined to continue their self-destructive ways." Wolfe agreed.

Ella began the healing, wrapping each of them up in a cocoon of magic for a few moments, then releasing them looking pristine, without any signs of scars or blemishes.

Wolfe nodded in satisfaction. "That's step one completed. Now, I will see if we can do something for your mana cores. A little help along the way is sometimes all that you need, though at least one of you was completely falsely accused."

Everyone looked at the same person, the man with the pale blonde hair that held a slightly blue tinge.

"Well, I see that you all know it already. Yes, he is a pure-blooded witch male. There's not even a hint of Magi to him, so unfortunately, there will be no mana core, no matter what I do."

The man in question just shrugged. It was no secret to him that his mother had gone against the Coven Leader, and that he had taken the fall for her actions. But when the villagers were told that the seer made a prediction and his mother tried to stop him from facing the punishment, they cast her out, and he was punished anyhow.

He briefly wondered where she might be, or how he could find her, but then set that aside. They were going to help him settle into a new town, and that meant a fresh start where he might find a good job, a wife and maybe even a dog. He'd always wanted a pet dog.Follow current s on ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt

Wolfe began focusing on the mana cores of the men in the field, gently adding mana to stretch them and get their powers activated well enough that the Inheritance Crystal should recognize them, and then gave the Seraphim a thumbs up.

"That's as good as it will get in the short term. They need time to adapt before I go any further." He explained.