Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

"That would be lovely. Are they here in the Palace? Or should we arrange a date to meet for interviews?" Wolfe asked.

The woman shook her head. "It's a bit different here. The chefs hold a rather high position in the Kingdom, thanks to their skills, so the placement is done by the Academy, who makes the appointment based on the requests of the chefs and the requirements of the employer."

"Interesting. Well, if you have one who doesn't mind working closely with Witches, as our Kitchen staff is almost all of the female witch persuasion, that would be perfect. The culinary specialty doesn't matter, as long as it's something that's edible for a wide selection of species."

The woman gave a quiet cackling laugh. "Yes, I have seen the reports that our assistant sends back. I will have someone suitable arranged to go with you when you leave, and the paperwork will be ready for you tomorrow morning."

Their discussion was cut short by the arrival of the Royal Family, which was just the King, along with what appeared to be his oldest Son and two daughters. There was no Queen in sight, but as the rest of the Royals referred to this King as "Old Man" she might have passed away some time ago.

Even his children were all Rank Seven and Eight already, and that took a significant amount of time, as Wolfe understood it.

The whole room stood as the Royals entered, and waited for them to be seated before returning to their chairs.

"Welcome everyone. I had considered throwing a grand banquet this evening to celebrate the end of the siege, but the Fallen Humans are expected to regroup within our borders, so we won't consider the matter solved just yet." The King announced.

"But I do have some good news. Ezekiel is getting close to breaking through to the Monarch's Rank, and soon will be taking over the throne. We have confirmed it with the sages and the seers, the advancement should come within the year, and I will step down after the Coronation Ceremony following that." The King announced.

One of the Generals leaned over to explain to Wolfe why that was a big deal. "The boy, Ezekiel, was injured when he was younger, and his second mana core didn't form properly. It took him until Rank Seven to get it all sorted out and regain the potential for reaching Rank Nine. His father and grandfather both failed to advance past Rank Seven, so the King has been waiting quite some time to hand over his throne.

Ezekiel is also quite popular among the people. He was born with a gift for nature magic, and he has spent the last few centuries making initiatives to ensure that the farmers have everything that they need for a most efficient harvest."

"It sounds like he will be a good King. How about the girls? I had thought these were the King's children, not his great-grandchildren. But do they have the potential?" Wolfe asked.

"No, both of them have reached their limits. The King pushed them to the Overlord Rank with a lot of hard work and the use of his Magic, but they've struggled since Rank Six." The General explained.

"That's normal for Hybrids, though. The fact that the King made it to Rank Nine with so much Fae blood is akin to a miracle. Even though the rest of the family has been marrying pure Demons, they still have issues with advancement." The bird woman added quietly.

"Well, I'm sure that he will enjoy his retirement if it's been that long in coming." Wolfe joked, earning himself a poke in the side from both Rail and Dana. It seemed that the King's age was a touchy subject.

Most of the chatter in the room turned to the upcoming coronation, and the actual meal began, with the plate of snacks on the table being replaced by a thick stew and soft bread rolls.

"You know, I'm not sure how Demons manage not to get fat. It has to be something in their genetics because if I kept eating like this, I'd end up being two hundred kilos." Wolfe joked as he saw the amount of food in front of him.

"With two succubi and a pair of witches as your Consorts? I'm certain that you can find some way to burn off the excess calories." The General with the strange drink joked.

Nimue turned to smirk at the General. "Nope, it's my turn to sleep beside him today. No lewd succubus things for him tonight."

The Generals all chuckled at her insistence.

"Is he that good at cuddling?" One of them asked the young hybrid Demoness.

"One hundred percent. If you get the chance to cuddle a Magi, do it." She agreed.

One of the more reserved Council members leaned forward to draw the attention of the others in a conspiratorial manner.

"I read about the trick. It's the same thing that happens with the Mana Beasts, where they take in too much mana while they sleep, so they're always giving off a warm and pleasant glow." He whispered, just loud enough for those nearby to hear.

"Oh, now that is interesting. Mana beasts can be temperamental, but they are undoubtedly the most cuddly of magical beasts after you eliminate the werewolves and the feline species." One of the other Generals agreed.

"Werewolves are cuddly? Do we have a different species at home than you do here?" Wolfe asked.

"Do yours transform completely into Wolves, or only halfway, with the muzzle and the fur?" The lead General asked.

"Halfway. But they never struck me as particularly cuddly." Wolfe shrugged.

The bird woman shook her head. "The other kind are better. They turn into huge puppies. Over two metres tall at the shoulders, with long fluffy fur that loses all tangles and dirt every time they transform. They're definitely near the top of the list."

Now Nimue was looking a little starstruck, and Wolfe was beginning to get concerned for the bunnies back home. They were practically born to be cuddled, and the ones that were fully covered in fur were also very soft.

Wolfe patted the excited Demoness on the head. "Don't worry Nimue, once we get to Forest Grove, I have plenty of people to introduce you to, and you won't be disappointed."