Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

That was how Wolfe found himself left with only the strangest of requests for the day, as one after another, the requests for battle power meetings were withdrawn and the schedule slowly cleared.

He was currently looking at a young Nymph and four burly werewolf men, identical quadruplets, if his guess was correct, who had come to ask him to intervene to get the blessing of Faerie for them to return home with her as her mates.

If they didn't clear it in advance, there was a good chance that they would all be sent right back out when they arrived, and in the worst-case scenario, she might even be charged with bringing illegal immigrants into Faerie.

"Can someone go get Khalifa, or one of the other Elves? I don't have that sort of authority. But I can put in the good word for them now that I understand the situation." Wolfe requested with a sigh.

They were dead set on becoming a mated group, with the insistence that it was some sort of Divine Will that had brought them together. Wolfe didn't know much about that, but he wasn't going to mock their beliefs in front of them, so the best he could do was hope that the Elves would approve for the Werewolves to live in Faerie, or for the Nymph to remain here in the Frozen Wastes.

The group waited with a growing level of tension as the runner went to fetch someone, and surprisingly, it was not Khalifa that they returned with, but an older Elven Prince, who looked very amused by whatever he had been told of the situation.

"Greetings Patriarch, I overheard your runner looking for input and I couldn't help but come to see if it was true. Do you really have werewolves here?" The Elf greeted them.

"Prince Lysander, if I recall correctly? Welcome to my office. Yes, these are the four, and they come from a whole tribe with the same mutation. They might not be quite what the Fae know as werewolves, but in this world, that is how they are known." Wolfe replied.

The Elf looked them over curiously, and then cast some sort of spell on the group.

"Interesting, they can't shift back from this state, but they are werewolves, according to my magic. The only difference is that they lack the blessing of Faerie that they should have. Perhaps if I give it to them, they will be able to change forms properly. Do you mind if I try?" He asked.

"That's up to them, but as they are requesting to move to Faerie, I don't think it will be an issue."

The four werewolves gave the Elf a nervous thumbs up, not trusting their voices at the moment, and the powerful old Royal began gathering nature magic around him. The power drew a number of the naturally curious Faeries into the office through the open door, and they settled on every available surface to see what was going on.

Their power was naturally blending into that of the Prince, thanks to the innate nature of the Elves' domination of the other Fae races, and the spell took on an increasingly more complex nature that even Wolfe couldn't follow.

Then it settled in over the werewolves, and the four men surged with power. Their entire genetic structure was changing, and Wolfe was certain that they could no longer be called the same species that they were before, but the Elf seemed satisfied by the way that things were going.

As the spell progressed, the wide variance of the werewolves bodies seemed to come back toward where it had started, only a bit different, and mana began to flow through their bodies. Unlike the Demons, who had mana cores to store mana, the Fae used mana more like the Witches, in that they channelled it as they needed it.

Not through their aura like Witches, but into their bodies, where every cell was suffused with an increasingly dense level of mana as their level increased.

Then, the spell finalized, and the appearance of the four men shifted. Giant black wolves, each over two metres tall at the shoulders, stood protectively around the Nymph, and the Elf Prince clapped his hands happily.

"Marvellous, absolutely impeccable. Not only did they become true Fae werewolves, they reached Rank Two directly. I will have to study this phenomenon. Thankfully, I had a recording spell active this time, so I can examine the changes in detail. The others will be overjoyed to find out that the lost Fae from this world aren't really lost, just hybridized with the humans.

I'm not sure about those rabbits though, I suspect that most of them are not Wind Rabbits or any Fae species at all, they seem more Demonic to me."

The Elf's rant caught everyone's attention. How could it call the bunnies Demonic? Everyone loved the bunnies. But Cassie caught on the quickest.

Everyone loved the bunnies. That meant that there was a good chance that they weren't Fae, but were actually a mix of lust demons with rabbits and possibly humans, mingled together by the curses of the Frozen Wastes.

Wolfe cleared his throat. "Well, even if not everyone here is some sort of lost Fae, you have definitely found a few of them. With their agreement, I think that some others would welcome the chance to find out if they have Fae heritage, though from my observations, I believe that quite a few have inherited a lineage that leans more toward some sort of magic using humans that isn't a Magi."

"Humans with magic? Now, that's just a terrible idea. The Magi look enough like humans that you can take on the role of human magic users. Making actual humans use magic is just idiotic, they're a menace to themselves and everyone else even without magic." The old Elf ranted.

"Well, I can't argue with that. If we find anyone without Fae or Demon lineage, I will just claim them as hybrid Magi, no matter what my magic tells me." Wolfe joked.

"That would be appreciated. We don't need the humans getting ideas like those Crusaders that keep attacking the Demon Realms."