Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King



The witches stared at Wolfe in shock as he finished the story of what he had been up to over the course of the winter. He had embellished the details of the fights against the Mundane Army a little, making it sound more exciting than just sneaking up and magically nuking them with an array and a [Fireball] machine gun, but for the most part, it was the whole truth.

He had left out the bits about why the Coven Convoy had gone to see him in the Fae Forest or that they were even under direct orders from the Coven Leader since everyone knew of the link between her and Wolfe here at the Academy.

Instead, he had let everyone think that they had come to assess the dangers of the new Forest, and Wolfe's group had taken them in and shown them around for a few days.

He also left out the part where he had triggered the Headmistress's Second Rank advancement. If the students thought that she had done that herself, they would have more respect for her powers. He did give great details about the romantic tension between her and her Werewolf Familiar during and after the summoning ceremony, which was a massive hit with the young witches.

The students didn't have time to see Wolfe before class started since they only learned he was present during breakfast, but the staff could hear them talking about it in the halls as they passed by.

The advanced class was particularly excited to get to potions today since Professor Ashcroft was always the most reliable source of news in the Academy about things that mattered, and they had her for the first period.

A young man in a staff uniform came in at a run just after classes started, looking around frantically until his eyes locked on Wolfe.

"Mister Wolfe, I need you to come with me. There has been an issue." He announced breathlessly.

"Calm down, Marcus. Explain clearly what is going on." One of the older staff demanded.

"I can't say, but there has been an incident, and we need Wolfe to come with me." He repeated.

"Ladies, I will see you later."

Wolfe followed the frantic man down the stairs and into one of the main floor storage rooms, where he could hear the wheezing of an injured person. He couldn't use healing magic, though, so what they thought he was going to help with here was questionable.

He only realized it was a trap when he heard the gunshots and the Null Stone bullets slammed into his Armour. Reflexively, he lashed out with [Lightning], turning the two attackers to ash and leaving the one panicked man and an injured witch alone in the room.

"No, wait, please don't. They forced me to." The man begged.

Wolfe pushed the man out of the way and found a small blonde Witch tied up on the floor.

"Christa Abilene? That's not a face I would have expected to see here today. Well, let's get this sorted out, and I can finish my breakfast." Wolfe sighed.

The man who had come to get him attempted to flee, but Wolfe grabbed him with [Binding Ropes] and trussed him up for transport. Then he carefully took Christa in his arms and went to find the Headmistress, dragging the traitor by his ankles behind them.

The noise of him bouncing off the wooden steps, as well as the sound of gunfire, brought security guards running only a few seconds after Wolfe left the storage room.

"Stay where you are. Put the witch down and put your hands up." The guard demanded.

"Christa is injured. We need a proper witch. This idiot and his friends lured me to a storage room and shot me with Null Stone bullets." Wolfe explained.

"Like we would believe that. He's a respected member of the staff." The guard countered.

"Go and check the room behind us. The slugs should still be on the floor, and the guns will be next to a pile of ash on either side of the room." Wolfe explained.

"And where will we find the shooters?" The guard asked in a snarky tone.

"Those are the piles of ash. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to find a professor to heal Miss Abilene." Wolfe sighed and extended his armour spell over the witch.

When Wolfe began to move, the guards raised their guns, making him shake his head at their denseness.

"Didn't I just explain that the armour is bulletproof? Don't make me do this the hard way. Or are you traitors like this one and his friends?" Wolfe asked.

The guards looked deeply offended at the suggestion but kept their guns up as more footsteps echoed down the hallway.

A Professor who Wolfe only vaguely recognized as one of the teachers for the regular classes led the reinforcements down the hall, then stopped when she saw Wolfe.

"Who summoned a Demon into the Academy? Someone call the Headmistress." She ordered the guards who had followed her down the hall.

"I accompanied the Headmistress back here last night. She already knows I'm here. So do most of the students at this point. My name is Wolfe Noxus, and I was ambushed by this idiot and two of his friends who were holding Christa Abilene hostage."

"Christa? She's in my class. What did you do to her?" The Professor asked.

"Shouldn't she be in year one Advanced Class?" Wolfe asked, confused.

"She was attacked just after the draft, and it significantly damaged her aura. The rebels killed her Familiar as well, so she was unable to recover, and she has been transferred to my class." The Professor explained.

"Who would have thought that the Abilene Family would be loyalists," Wolfe muttered, and the man tied up behind him laughed.

"Loyalists? She's the only anti Witch scum in the family." He laughed.

"So that's how it is. Professor, would you let me have a short conversation with this man before we turn him over to the Headmistress? I think it will help speed up his compliance with her requests." Wolfe asked.

"Even if he's a Rebel who had been hiding in the staff, we're not letting a Demon torture him for sport." The Professor cut Wolfe off.

"Fine, be a killjoy. But Christa needs healing, and she's not conscious to do it herself, even if she can still do it." Wolfe replied, as he realized just how thin the former second strongest Witch's aura was.