Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe took out a handful of coins to make Kind Intentions spells for the clinics, and passed them out among the new employees that King Petros had recruited.

"There you all go. I wish you luck, and if you need anything, just send someone next week to pick it up for you. There should be a portal opened for every monthly festival, so you should be able to obtain the ingredients that you are short on, with a bit of a wait." Wolfe explained.

The witches breathed a sigh of relief. "At least we won't be totally shut off from the supply warehouse. We brought as much as we could carry, mostly in seeds and cuttings, but for some of the more obscure potions we might need dozens of different ingredients that can't be grown near each other.

That's just not practical for a single garden, and even here in Forest Grove, where we have the help of the Fae, we still needed thirty different greenhouses to stock everything that we do. That's close to everything that we use, but for some of the possible potions that might become an issue if there is another outbreak of the Undead Plague we heard about are made from rare ingredients that we don't keep in stock."

Wolfe shrugged. "If there is an undead Plague, just contact me and I will take care of it when I have a moment. I have a rather useful skill for that. However, if you use Purify at Rank Five, it is normally more than enough to cure even an undead plague."

King Petros frowned at Wolfe. The Magi Saint was deliberately avoiding mentioning the fact that the massive undead plague that the Witches were concerned about was actually his doing, and only casually mentioned that he could end it if they needed help.

Mentioning that made Wolfe realize that he hadn't seen the Undead in a while. They must be hiding deep in the mountains with all the chaos and additional activity that was going on out here. They were active along the borders with the Free Covens, but normally, there were roaming packs of them all over the Frozen Wastes, and lately, there simply hadn't been.

Of course, even the Monster Tide was much lighter here this year, and was attacking to the west instead.

"I should get everyone back to the Palace, it's getting quite late in the evening there now, and an early night's rest will help get everyone on schedule with their new homes." King Petros announced.

After three rounds of hugs and many tearful goodbyes, the ten witches were off to the Royal Palace, and Wolfe closed the portal, only to find himself surrounded by beastkin women.

"We heard something very interesting. Is it true that you mate all the witches to increase their magical power?" One of the catgirls asked.

"That's an overstatement. There are thousands of witches here, and most of them would not appreciate that insinuation." Wolfe replied.

"Which means yes, but not all of them." She smirked.

"Who is spreading such rumours already? You haven't even been here an hour." Wolfe asked.

"We asked how they were getting strong so fast, and the Witches let the secret slip. Nobody can resist the cuteness factor, how do you think that Beastkin survived so long in a human world?" She laughed.

"Mary is going to have her work cut out for her. Weaponized cuteness is her weakness." Wolfe laughed.

"The fuzzy one, with the puppy? She's adorable." The catgirl replied with a happy smile that made her ears twitch.

"I am certain that she feels the same way." Wolfe agreed.

"But back on topic, when do we get a turn at the magical growth?" She asked, not so easily distracted.

Wolfe placed a hand on her head and gently petted her ears as he poured mana through her and adjusted her mana system to increase the flexibility and flow, the essential basics to becoming a mage.

She began to purr, then covered her mouth in embarrassment while the others gave her a scandalized look.

"You, you...." She stammered.

"I did nothing indecent. Head pats are wholesome and common." Wolfe insisted.

"And that thing you do with your mana?" She asked.

"Is the start of the adjustment process, to help you adapt to being a magic user."

The catgirl blushed as she looked up at him. "The stories from the soldiers had it all wrong. The Magi are incredibly dangerous, but not for the reason they said."

Then she ran away, with one of the witches laughing and chasing after her, so she didn't get lost before she got a chance to find out where all she needed to be starting the next day.

"Now that Saint Noxus has finished teasing the new arrivals, we will show you all to lunch, and then your rooms after a short tour of town. You can explore once you are settled, or sleep, whichever seems better to you. Classes start two hours after dawn. There are clocks around town if you prefer, but I don't recall seeing many when I was there, other than the watches on the Nobles." Cassie announced.

One of the beastkin men laughed. "Who could afford a personal timepiece? There is normally one in the house that chimes the hours. Do you have that here?"

Cassie shook her head. "There are clocks in the apartments, but they only make noise if you set an alarm for a specific time. The escorts will show you how they work after you eat. Meals at the cafeterias are included in your tuition, snacks, treats, and other items from the markets will come out of your spending allowance.

They will have uniforms ready for you in your suites after you have eaten, but they are only mandatory in class, as they have protective enchantments on them to prevent you from injuring yourself while you are learning."

One of the other beastkin students from Forest Grove waved at them, and the beastkin got excited.

"Those are cute uniforms. Do you really let girls wear pants here?" One of them asked.

"There is a skirt option if you prefer, but you have to wear stockings with it, to protect your legs. We don't care which uniform you wear, as long as it fits properly." Cassie explained.

One of the girls, with golden furred floppy dog ears, smirked at a burly werewolf man. "I will pay you two cookies if you model the skirt for us."

The big werewolf laughed. "The cookies are free from the cafeteria, she said. I will call it an even trade if you model the stockings for me. Just the stockings."

The new students laughed as they were led away, bringing a crowd of other residents with them, eager to meet the new people.