Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 592 592 And Away He Goes

592 592 And Away He Goes

"So, might you have it in your heart to send this lone and injured Magi back home? I live in a Fae Forest, in a village called Forest Grove. We would gladly welcome you with a celebratory feast as thanks for your efforts in rescuing me from those two insane witches." Wolfe offered.

They didn't look swayed, and Wolfe fell silent, waiting for them to do or say something.

Two long minutes passed before another Elf came jogging up to them with a military salute for the Pixie.

"Scout Commander, the interlopers have been imprisoned on charges of casting curses in Faerie, and their access to mana has been blocked. They will be facing trial at the next session of the Faerie Queen's court due to their rank, but they will not escape, you have my word of honour." The Elf informed her.

"Thank you, Milne. All that is left is the Demon that they were hunting. Do you have a banishment spell on you?" The Pixie asked.

Wolfe cleared his throat. "With respect, I'm a Magi, not a Demon."

The Pixie cast him a sharp glare. "Still don't care, Demon. You could be a Succubus or a Fjaarl, and it wouldn't make any difference to the protocol."

Now Wolfe understood, the tiny creature with the flickering dragonfly wings thought that Magi were a type of Demon, and she wasn't willing to listen to any explanations from him.

The newly arrived Elf handed her a scroll, and the tiny Fae surged with an incredible amount of magic. If she wasn't Rank Five, she was very close to it, and Wolfe wasn't certain that he could have taken her in a fair fight, even if he wasn't in Faerie or injured.

A small portal opened in front of him, flickering from blue to red, and Wolfe felt the bonds with his Witches begin to flicker to life as the portal shifted closer to solid blue the more that Wolfe focused on it.

"I told you, no playing with the humans, you damned perverted Demon. Or was it Witches? That would explain those two evil crones chasing you through the planes. Now, get out of here." The Pixie demanded, as she forced the portal back to red and the Elves tossed Wolfe inside.

Wolfe felt the draw of someone calling his name, and tried to fly toward the feeling, but a surge of Fae magic stunned him and left him floating in the magical void of the portal.

"Damned Demon is persistent. Do you think he managed to actually bed a Witch and leave her pining for him?" One of the Elves laughed, and then Wolfe's world began to tumble as he exited the far side of the portal.

Wolfe twisted to land on his feet with a hiss of pain as his body protested all this motion before being properly healed, and he found himself standing in the middle of a stone courtyard, surrounded by huge, red winged demons, all wearing ornate armour and carrying axes.

"Halt! You do not have permission to be in the Demon King's Castle, Magi." The leader of the guard squad shouted.

"Finally, someone realizes that I'm not a Demon. Would it be too much trouble to have you send me home?" Wolfe asked with a relieved sigh.

The Demons began to laugh, and Wolfe realized that his day had not gotten any better when he got away from the Pixie.

"The punishment for trespassing in the Royal Castle is a hundred years of hard labour. I'm afraid that you're not going home anytime soon, young Magi." The guard Captain laughed, genuinely amused.

"Is there perhaps an alternate punishment? Possibly, a payment plan? It's not like I came here deliberately, that bloody Pixie wouldn't listen to a word I said." Wolfe asked, doing his best not to lose his temper while he didn't understand the nature of the world he was in.

The big demon bared his teeth in what Wolfe hoped was a smile.

"You hear that, lads. The Magi would like a payment plan. Let's take him to talk to the King and see what they can work out to make up for trespassing here from Faerie."

That was better than a straight "NO", Wolfe hoped, as they led him down into the castle under armed guard.

"You can't go see the King like that." The guard reminded him when they got close.

Without the benefit of his armour spell, Wolfe was wearing boxers and a tank top, hardly proper attire to go see Royalty. A flick of his wrist and a gentle surge of mana brought up a new outfit, created with a five layered array to show off his skill, assuming that the Demon Lord could tell.

The flowing robes of the Noxus Family Patriarch were comforting as they settled in over Wolfe's body, and the Guard Captain nodded in appreciation as the spell smoothed out Wolfe's hair.

"Not bad, Magi. Now, let's see if he's in."

A gentle rap at the door was answered with a rhythmic knocking from the other side, and the guard pointed to the chair by the door.

"We have ten minutes to wait. Sit there until your name is called."

Wolfe took his seat and looked up at the giant demon. "Would you like my name to give to them?"

The Guard Captain laughed again and gave Wolfe that toothy smile.

"We are Daemons, the creators and masters of Unholy magic. All things to do with the soul are part of our magical domain, Patriarch Wolfe Noxus."

Wolfe didn't miss the accent on the word Daemons, which seemed to separate them from cursed Demons in the dialect that the locals were using. The language was the same, but the inflection seemed to have many more layers of meaning here than it did when dealing with humans or witches.

The ten-minute wait seemed to drag on for hours before the door finally opened, and a slender female succubus in a tailored business suit stepped out and gestured for Wolfe to enter. She didn't say anything, but Wolfe could see how the guards' eyes lingered on the perfectly fitted cloth, which appeared to be actual clothing and not an armour spell.

Only once the door closed and the soundproofing spells reactivated did the succubus escort Wolfe forward and begin to speak.

"Your Highness, I present to you the Fifth Rank Magi Lord and Patriarch of the Noxus Family, Beowulfe Abraxas Asmodai Lokarth Noxus." The Succubus announced, and a thick pair of red velvet curtains pulled open to expose the throne.

On a massive black throne made of a dragon's charred skull, a small boy sat on a red velvet cushion playing with a Rubik's Cube.

"Oh, a Magi, you say? What is that?"