Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe looked over the unconscious group of attackers and saw that the Witch was wearing a second-year student pin. That meant that either she had started at the academy very late or she looked especially rough for her age.

When he had first noticed her, he had thought she was one of the Academy staff, not a student, due to her apparent age.

"Curses twist the body even when they don't backlash." A gentle voice whispered through the door behind him as Wolfe contemplated what to do next.

"Thanks for the advice. Maybe I'll wait in my room until they go away. Just shout if they cause any trouble for you." Wolfe offered.

"You're funny. But I will take care of it if they dare to trouble me." The musical voice replied.

It was only after he returned to his room, leaving the troublemakers in the hallway, that Wolfe began to wonder what sort of Familiar that could be. Not many of them could speak, and all the students should be out of their dorms by now, even if they had self-directed study this morning.

Filling two mana gems with a total of a thousand units now only took a little under half of Wolfe's mana reserves, thanks to the increase when his first Focus was completed, and he set them aside while he got comfortable to meditate until his mana was recovered.

Wolfe picked a spot on the floor, sitting on a cushion next to the coffee table, and he was quickly covered in Familiars, absorbing all the excess energy that he could attract.

There was no doubt at this point that Pup and Flame were the strongest Familiars in the First Year, not counting himself and Stephanie, and probably in the second year as well. Absorbing mana from him in their spare time had caused them to advance incredibly quickly.

It wasn't easy for the Familiars to strengthen themselves without help, and they normally had to rely on their Witch's growth to feed them power. The Inheritance Wolfe had received didn't mention anything about this effect, but it seemed to be one of his most powerful abilities.

In fact, the Inheritance spell inscription didn't mention much of anything, and it was somewhat random what effects would be visible in the top layer of runes for him to observe, so he kept an eye on it, waiting for a change that might tell him something new about the pool of abilities and knowledge that had been passed on to him.

The growth of his allies also helped him grow, at least it did if they were Bonded to him, and the enhancing feedback he was receiving from the trio that he was Bonded with grew stronger every day.

Not long after he began his meditation, there was another commotion in the hallway. The stunned men must have begun to recover their wits after taking the Lightning bolts, and it didn't sound like they were doing very well.

The spell shouldn't have seriously hurt them, it didn't do major damage to the training dummy, but from the sound of it, there was a lot of lingering pain.

Wolfe was about to chase them away before they could cause trouble for anyone else until he heard more voices in the hall.

"Didn't we tell you that you wouldn't win against that Noble Snob?" The new woman's voice asked.

"We did, I swear we did. We got the Goblin, and we came here to confront that Magi the Coven cursed at the start of the semester, but he attacked us." The Witch he had left lying on the floor complained.

"All of you were attacked and defeated by the Familiar of a First Year student? Is that what you're telling me?" The voice asked, and a peal of tinkling laughter from across the hall filled the air.

"It wasn't even a fight. He only cast one spell and then took the Goblin away from them." The gentle voice that Wolfe had heard behind the dorm room door replied.

"Bunch of losers. Which one is his room? I'll teach him that Evil Familiars and their Black Witches aren't welcome here." The commanding voice declared.

"I wouldn't do that. He will get mad if you bother him during his nap." The soft voice of the Familiar cautioned her.

"Shut up, Pixie. What do you know anyhow?" The Witch who Wolfe had defeated earlier, replied, then began pounding on Wolfe's door.

"Get out here, Demon. If you know what's good for you, you won't make me wait for your Witches to come back." She demanded.

With a frown of annoyance, Wolfe rearranged the others in the bed and activated [Unholy Armor] as a black suit of plate mail.

"I will only be a minute." He assured them, then opened the door to meet the annoyance in the hall.

The moment he did, Wolfe was met with a flurry of slashing water blades. They cut deep furrows into his armour, and Wolfe saw the Witch panic, having not expected him to be prepared for her ambush.

"You're just as stupid as the first batch. Now, should I beat some sense into you or do you a favour and only beat you a little before I send you away?" Wife asked before hitting the Witch with a lightning bolt.

She was smart enough that she did at least have an armour spell activated, but she had chosen water, which was weak against Lightning, and Wolfe could see her body trembling.

So, he kept up the attack, sparing a little to stun the others in the hall for the second time today.

The Witch came at him with a knife, ready to avenge her fallen friends, but in a physical contest, she was no match for Wolfe. A simple kick sent her to the ground, with the knife bouncing away out of reach.

"That's not human. Nobody moves that fast." The Witch wheezed as she crawled to her knees.

"Or you are much weaker than you thought. Do you give up yet, or does this have to become a lesson in humility?" Wolfe asked as he realized just how much of an advantage that having the bloodlines of both Magi and Demons had given him in raw physical power.

"Never. I won't give up until you and your kind are banished from society."

"I was afraid you would say that."

Wolfe punched down into her temple, knocking the Witch out, before proceeding to liberate her and her friends of their uniforms and belongings.

The clothes the group was wearing were enough to securely tie them all up, and Wolfe sat them along the wall, waiting with their underwear stuffed in their mouths for someone who cared enough to rescue them to come along.

He had just finished when the first potential rescuer arrived. Headmistress Peach.

"And what, might I ask, convinced you that it was in any way, shape, or form acceptable to publicly strip and humiliate a student in the dorms?" She asked.

"They refused to apologize for attacking me." Wolfe offered.

"And you didn't seek out a member of the staff? Perhaps call it in, knowing that unprovoked violence is forbidden? Don't lie. I can sense it when you do."

Wolfe didn't have a good answer for that, so he chose to remain silent.

"Fine, all of you, come with me." She demanded, but only Wolfe followed.

"What did you use to knock them out?  Even after I used a counterspell, they're still groggy and in pain."

"Lightning. At low power, it works really well. But that one I punched in the face."

The Headmistress cast a spell that instantly had everyone's eyes clear and looking enraged at the situation they found themselves in.

"Witches, activate your armour spells and follow me. Boys, put your pants on, and you had better have a good excuse, or you'll all be going home. Guardians and attendants are only permitted here on the condition that they don't cause trouble." The Headmistress ordered as the group worked to untie each other.