Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

As they walked out of the apartment building and into the street, the guard who had brought the dagger over to become a sword for Nimue leaned down to whisper to Wolfe.

"Did you do something to that blade?"

Wolfe nodded, and looked up at the four-metre tall bodyguard.

"Yeah, it was a bit bland, so I added a spell inscription for [Wind Blades] to give it a little more of an aura. If she's going to be walking with the queen, she needs to make some sort of impression, and we don't want her feeling weak and powerless."

"You know it's not a permanent gift, right? I'll be taking my dagger back at the end of the day and giving her a new one from the armoury." The guard asked.

"Of course. It's just a Rank Three attack spell. It's enough that you can feel some threat from up close, but it's not some overwhelmingly powerful weapon. On the bright side, wind blades are really thin, so if you need, you could use it as a scalpel."

"That doesn't sound too bad. There are plenty of times that a more delicate hand would be a benefit to someone my size. Like what you did for the Princess, a dagger for me is the same as someone your size using a broadsword to make an incision, and my hands aren't really made for delicate work like that."

Wolfe smiled. "At home, if the witches can't fix it with healing magic, we've got the Fae. They're great healers, and if there's a Faerie around, they're small enough that even their worst work is still delicate."

The guard chuckled and shook his head. "It should be. Most of the wounds that I get are bigger than a Faerie."

Queen Jasmine led them to another booth set up for the Royals, this time on the roof patio of a restaurant, and they settled in to wait for the Parade.

The tradition was that the Royals would come out in person to greet the commoners who had gathered from across the nation. They would ride through town on a flat wagon or open carriage so that everyone could see them, and the treasurer would toss out coins to the poor.

How many silver coins were mixed in with the copper was a mark of how well the nation was doing on the day that the new Royal took over, though in this case, it was an old Royal returned from the dead.

The marching of the guards marked the beginning of the procession, and more Royals began to join them on the patio.

"Greetings everyone. It is good to see you all again so soon." Wolfe greets them.

"And who might this lovely young lady be? Your outfit is fabulous by the way darling, I simply must get the contact information for your tailor after this." Leandro, the Incubus King, replied.

Nimue blushed, then pointed at Wolfe. "He's actually the one that made my outfit today. I didn't have an opportunity to get anything for this kind of event."

Queen Jasmine smiled at the stammering Demoness, then explained the details to her counterpart.

"It seems that she's my cousin's daughter. I'm sure you all sensed the Royal bloodline when you sat down. We didn't know that he had any children before he passed, but his brother confirmed it firsthand, and he would have felt the direct link to his niece.

She had a rough time until she met with the Noxus Patriarch, who helped her begin her breakthroughs, so she's still a bit overwhelmed around Nobility in general. Speaking of which, Nimue, why aren't you intimidated by the Noxus Patriarch?"

The hybrid princess turned her golden eyes to Wolfe and smiled. "He's just not a scary person. Plus, he's rank five, which is only one over me now, where you're all rank nine, and your aura is intense even when you're holding it back."

King Leandro gave the Princess an indulgent smile and shook his head. "You just can't see the danger with that one. Sure, we're far more dangerous, but with his magic, there aren't many Demons on his level.

We've all got some magic, it comes with being a Demon, but not many of us can use advanced magic even in the elements that we're competent with. That's why he's so popular with the Royals, he can cast all the spells that we want to cast, and then we can empower them to bring them up to Royal standards."

The first group of guards passed beneath them, bringing a roaring shout from the crowds that drowned out any attempt at conversation even from four floors up, and the Incubus King waved happily toward Queen Elizabeth sitting on a simple throne mounted to a flat deck wagon further down the line.

After the Royal procession passed, tossing coins to the commoners as they rolled down the street, King Memo smirked at the others.

"You know, that's the money they retrieved from the corrupt officials, so this isn't actually costing them anything that they hadn't already lost. It's brilliant, really. They're redistributing the stolen funds to the people at random, and building a huge amount of goodwill among the commoners, then they can sell off the lands they confiscated to recoup the reparations for the staff." He whispered, just loud enough for those around to hear him.

The other Royals chuckled softly. There was no better event than a free event. Just running the Royal Palaces was a costly venture, but a necessary one to keep up appearances and the operation of the Kingdom.

Queen Jasmine turned to Wolfe once the chaos died down, and pulled Nimue into a hug.

"We've made a change of plans. It looks like you're needed back in your world sooner than expected. Our attempts to help have caused a minor incident, and there isn't a local strong enough to deal with it. So, you will be with me for two days, then the King of Magic, wherever he got to, and the others will come to one of our Kingdoms to ask for the spells that they would like." She explained.