Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe carefully considered what he was going to do with this space. There were countless possibilities now that the witches had refreshed all the plant life and the existing architecture, but in his mind, Wolfe saw it as an extension of Forest Grove.

It was the smagic, used by the switches, so there was no good reason that it shouldn't have the svisual sensibilities. Forest Grove was only a little bit flashy, but it should be enough that they wouldn't embarrass themselves or their host with how well it fit among the existing architecture.

In fact, if he went for gold-plated steel bases with a streaked white jade top, it would really pull the whole area together, with enough elements of rare materials to be the talk of the town.

The mages here could only use Unholy Magic, so they couldn't create rare materials, only shape them with fire or magical edges. The rare stones would make for excellent tables, and if he undercut them, they could look thick, without being so heavy that the staff were unable to move them later.

It wasn't every week you needed to host a garden party luncheon for a thousand people on short notice, but with a hlike Wolfe was going to make for the Countess, perhaps it would be.

Forming the tables only took a few seconds, and they slid perfectly onto the posts in the base that extended to the tabletop for stability in a portable table.

Then folding chairs with comfortable air cushions over them and a white cloth draped on top for looks and the seating arrangements were done.

Stephanie was going wild in the kitchen area, as nobody had noticed that the cat was a magician, as she had hoped. She was creating silver platters full of every vegetarian dish that she could think of and setting them out on the simple serving tables she had added to supplement the ones that were already there.

She wasn't the only one, though. The friends of the Countess who had cover were having their servers bring their signature dishes with them to show off at the potluck, while the majority of the Nobles were still standing by the front gate, waiting for someone to make a fool of themselves by being unable to enter.

So, when Wolfe turned around and almost knocked over one shocked young Noble girl, he was taken by surprise.

"Sorry, Miss. I didn't see you there. Is there something you needed? I had expected everyone to still be up by the gates while I worked." He asked her.

"I just saw you. I saw you make all those tables, and the foods, and stacks of crystal dishes. What sort of Archmage are you? Can I learn this technique?" She rambled.

"This magic is unique to my bloodline, so unfortunately it isn't something that can be taught. But why might you not be up front with your friends?" Wolfe replied.

"Oh, I am Alessia Mora, the adopted daughter of the Baron Mora, of the eighth precinct. That's over two hundred kilometres from here, and I am just an adopted daughter." She informed him with a shrug.

"Ah, so you don't have the standing to be with the Countess and the higher Nobles, and you don't actually know anyone here, so you decided to wander into the garden, where someone could stumble upon you and strike up a conversation?"

She nodded happily, making her short black curls bounce.

"That's exactly it. I didn't expect to meet up with a Saint, though. My cousin said that I had to be here, so I cover to see what the fuss was about. There's quite a lineup at the front." She agreed.

"Which means you didn't enter by the front. Smart girl. But who is your cousin?" Wolfe asked.

"Oh, Gerald, the butler is my cousin on my mother's side, as well as being the second son of the brother of the Baron."

Wolfe chuckled and sighed as he realized that there was far more depth to the Noble hierarchy than he was ever going to be able to remember on his own.

Wolfe looked her over, and saw a simple Baron's crest embroidered on a plain gown. It was in the proper noble fashion, but very plain, with no embellishments or decorations.

"As a welcoming gift, I will make you something. A little token of my appreciation for your conversation." Wolfe informed her, causing the girl to look confused.

Saints didn't just do favours for random barely noble children. If she wasn't adopted by her Uncle, she wouldn't have even really been considered a proper Lady, but merely Noble blooded, as she could use smagic.

With a bit of combined earth, wind and fire magic, Wolfe created a shimmering translucent shawl as well as a golden mesh overlayer for her corset, studded with diamonds, and a simple golden necklace with her family crest on the amulet attached to it.

It was all just an armour spell, and could be worn over any dress to make it a bit more fancy, and as she was a magic user, she could exclude aspects if she just wanted the necklace active for a less formal moment.

Then he sealed it to a plain steel coin with his face on one side and her family crest on the other, and handed it to the speechless young Noble.

"Keep that on your person at all times. It is an armour spell of sorts, and the parts of you that don't have a visible aspect have a thin layer of transparent protection. It's not meant for battle, but if you are wearing it, you should be protected from small injuries." Wolfe explained.

"This is astonishing, and so beautiful. But don't you think that others will believe I'm dressing above my station?" She replied.

"Your dress is still the same, it's just a bit of jewellery and a shawl that they can see. Plus, it's Rank One defensive magic. That's hardly out of your range, and if it wasn't for the colours, you would be able to do it yourself." Wolfe shrugged.

The girl looked confused, and Wolfe realized that he hadn't seen any of the noblewomen wearing magical clothes.

Sure, Unholy magic only made shades of black and grey, but there were plenty of little black dresses at the last event, and none of them were magical. The only magical armour he had seen was actual armour, with the spells imbued into the item.