Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The Fae man was just about to rage and start using magic, when the Elf dropped the barrier and his face went a shade of pale green that Wolfe could only associate with an intense urge to vomit.Thɪs chapter is updated by novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.ɴet

"Your Majesty, when did you arrive in this world?" The Fae asked pitifully.

"I arrived with the first batch, to keep an eye on the Royal Demons. I must say, you have an interesting idea of how things work here. Did you honestly expect the Magi to turn over a fluffy creature to you just because you demanded it? And making demands and threats in his own office is much more brave than I had expected from you when I read the application." The Elf replied.

Wolfe wasn't sure if the Fae was about to vomit or make a mess of his pants, but he didn't really want either of them happening in his office during a long night of meetings.

"Your Majesty, how do you suggest that we solve this? There is no slavery among my people, and there will never be. He seems quite insistent that he will get his way, though, so I would like to mark him as an extreme abduction risk." Wolfe suggested.

"Mark? How exactly?" The Elf asked.

"There is a simple marking spell that will put a symbol on the body warning others that the person is a dangerous offender. Normally, it appears on the top of the hands, but if you try to hide your hands it moves the mark to the middle of your face. It is quite noticeable, and everyone among my people will know what it means at a glance, so the chances that he can trick anyone into going willingly into a portal to Faerie with him would be extremely low."

"You make me sound like some sort of sick sex offender." The Fae man complained.

"You came to my office requesting to purchase a person. Given that it is a bunny, I would say that the consensus will be that your intention was to become one."

"They're rank zero nonmagical creatures and barely intelligent, how can you count them as people?"

Wolfe and the Elf Prince shared a long-suffering look, and the Prince got out of his seat to face down the smaller Fae.

"It looks like our screening has been insufficient. How did you expect to lead a territory full of similar creatures with an attitude like that? Don't forget, you're not strong enough with defensive magic to prevent them from assassinating you the first time you appear in public, and you don't have the power to rule from the shadows." The Prince asked.

The Fae didn't seem to have considered that at all, but he also didn't seem to be concerned about it.

"You were never intending to lead a village to prosperity, were you? Let me guess, you have a buyer back home who wanted either workers or dancers, and you saw the people here as an opportunity to skip over the little details and just directly start using slave labour?" Wolfe suggested.

The man looked guilty for an instant before putting on a big show of innocence.

"I swear that it's not like that. My words were just in anger for being denied. I swear to you that wasn't my plan." The Fae insisted.

"Lie." The Prince noted, with a gesture toward a gem on his wrist.

"Well now. Should you deal with this, or should I? Officially, the Fae Crown is supposed to be responsible for all their people's actions in this world, as their guarantor. We haven't been too strict about it, but I believe this is another of those cases that should be referred back to the Fae Courts along with a banishment." Wolfe informed the Prince.

The Elven Prince frowned and nodded. Indeed, the Magi had been quite forgiving, considering that the Fae Royal Court was technically responsible for all the Fae that had been sent here under their orders. If he stopped being amicable about the small deviations from the Fae then the Demons would gain a massive upper hand on this continent, and it was the one where the most potential had been found among the locals.

The Prince waved a dismissive hand at the Fae, who suddenly vanished. "It's not a problem for me to take care of it. Despite some of our members' indiscretions, we do usually take a lot of pride in the political acumen of our representatives."

Wolfe smiled at the Fae's annoyed tone. Everyone knew that the Fae were very proud creatures, they had learned that lesson from the witches who had contracted one as a Familiar and then found out exactly what would happen if you insulted their dignity. There was no good outcome for the Witch in that scenario, so there weren't many now who would expect the Fae to act so boorishly.

On the other hand, if some of the Demons had come and asked if they could keep one of the locals as a slave, Wolfe would have immediately assumed it meant something kinky, and he wouldn't have been surprised at all.

"Thanks for making quick work of that. Perhaps we should bring in one of the ranking demons, and then you two can take turns tossing out the idiots?" Wolfe suggested.

The old Elf smiled, but shook his head. "Unfortunately, I don't have that much leisure time, I just have a minor precognition skill, and I recognized that the next visit was going to be entertaining. Thank you for your hospitality, and look forward to having tea with me some time soon. I hear that your people have developed a number of lovely blends."

The Elf left, and it was Wolfe's turn to sigh in frustration. With the pure number of stupid requests that he had seen in the pile, the old Elf was going to be needed again every day, and likely more than once a day. That was just inevitable. But he should likely get in contact with one of the Demon Generals as well, because the Fae weren't the only ones with bad ideas.

Like the next one, who wanted to use a large portion of the town to film a bachelor style dating show where he recruited multiple species for his harem.

The problem was that he was Rank Three, pimple faced and snobbish, with an aversion to soapy water that most likely extended his entire life, and less income to flex than most of the guard officers.

He certainly had a high opinion of himself though.