Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Ducky the Demon immediately had a stress induced heart attack and collapsed at the news, only to be forcibly rescued by his sister and the witch who was guarding the door with Risa.

Wolfe was reasonably sure that he wouldn't thank them for their assistance, as the look on his face was utter hopelessness, but slowly he began to recover his wits and a calculating look formed on his face.

"You're right, as soon as I'm back out of this place, you can put the spell back on me, and we can all go back…" His words froze there, as the [Kind Intentions] spell stopped him from luring his sister to a certain death at home once he told his mother what had happened and demanded a curse that would actually change his body.

"The spell won't let you vocalize plans that will lead to someone's death. If you actually thought that she would be fine, it wouldn't have stopped you." Wolfe explained as Ducky gave him a confused look.

"So, what am I to do then?" He asked, becoming more and more desperate by the second.

If he returned without her, his mother wouldn't make him a better curse, or worse, she might take out her frustrations on him for having to look at this face.

"Well, we have some witch and Fae magic that will help your skin condition and health, and the Fae can even help burn off that excess weight for you. After that, you can return to whatever assignment you have been given. What exactly were you here for, before you came to Forest Grove to apply for a game show permit?" Wolfe replied.

Alanna giggled and waited for him to answer, so the reason that he was here was definitely going to be an interesting one.

"I am here as the assistant to the Overseer for the small nation of Witches known as Ingny, in the northwest of the continent, bordering on Myrrh Coven and the Free Covens. Until today, it was a paradise, they have ten women for every man, and even I have enough power to impress all the ladies.

I'm not quite sure how the response will be when my boss sees my new appearance, though. She hired me for my looks, not my brains."

Alanna laughed. "You didn't need to say that part out loud, we all understood that right from the start."

"You know, your jabs are much more hurtful now that I know you were part of keeping such a huge secret from me. You could have at least warned me." Ducky complained.

"But I did. Didn't I constantly tell you to exercise, to make sure you carefully scrubbed every bit of yourself with the special soaps mother provided three times a day? I know you didn't do any of it, but I did remind you quite frequently."

Her tone did nothing to hide the fact that she was delighting in his misery, and Wolfe began to wonder if the witch actually just looked older than she was due to repeated uses of Curse type magic.

It was known to age and mutate witches in an alarmingly rapid way, and if she was the one keeping his disguise active, there was likely a fair bit of it involved in her work. In fact, she had likely been working hard to heal her body once the effects of the mana purification set in.

"You bitch. You've been laughing at me all your life, haven't you? Just smugly learning mother's secret powers while you mocked me behind my back." Ducky raged.

"Oh, calm down. Even the ones who don't know how ugly and pathetic you really are mock you behind your back, big brother. Your illusory face is your only redeeming quality, and even that wasn't close to making up for your lack of personality." She countered.

Alanna was definitely going for the low blows today, and she had hit her big brother hard with that one.

"Wait, before we get too into this sibling rivalry, how old are the two of you? With Demon blood, it can be hard for a Magi to tell." Wolfe asked.

"Ducky just turned fifty, and I will be twenty this year." Alanna replied.

So she could be considered fully grown, and still 140cm tall. That was unfortunate. Well, it was when she needed to reach anything on a shelf, find clothes that weren't from the kids department or use a standard sized anything.

"Alright, so you should have only just awakened your powers, right, Alanna?" Wolfe asked.

"No, I awakened them at twelve, as normal for a Witch without the bloodline curse. My mother was already in the Demon Realm and married before the war here began, so we're not part of that lineage of witches." She explained.

"And you've been looking after your brother for eight years, arranging his clothes and working as his assistant?"

Alanna nodded. "Yep. That was the role that my mother picked for me. She said that until I reached Rank Five and could get a good job on my own, that was my duty. I've been coming along pretty quickly, but at this rate it might take me until I'm fifty. Not that it matters now, I'm not going back."

"Alright, please fetch me a ranking Fae with a metamorphosis talent and tell them that I will give them a Rank Six gift of my choosing if they assist with this matter. While we wait for them, can we get Alanna and whoever that is on door detail to heal and cleanse him, then send Ducky for a shower?" Wolfe insisted.

This was definitely the last meeting for the night, he was not putting up with any more of this nonsense today, and once he got Ducky fixed up and the new which settled in a dorm by the academy, he was going to call it a night.

It was a good thing that it wasn't far from his office to his bedroom because Wolfe still got the feeling that this night's chaos was far from over even if he stopped taking meetings. But if he hid in bed with Cassie and Ella, the guard could take care of the chaos of the festival on their own for a few hours.