Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe woke up incredibly warm but entirely unwilling to move. On his left was the short blue hair of Ella, above her slender and toned body, with just a hint of womanly curve hidden under her Academy-issued pyjamas. On his right was the long brown hair of Cassie, who had his thigh in a leg lock, using him as a body pillow.

He could hear the fan going, but none of that blessed breeze was reaching him, despite the blanket being long since discarded and only a light sheet remaining.

The clock read 6:55, so Wolfe knew he only had a few minutes left to enjoy this situation before the alarm went off. From what he could see, the evening’s events had done them a lot of good.

Both of their auras were notably stronger and more stable this morning. Wolfe didn’t know if that was normal during the early days after getting a Familiar, but he had heard that the right one made a huge difference to a Witch’s growth.

He also felt stronger this morning, though, which surprised him. If they were so much weaker than he was, causing him to be constantly building their Aura in a natural effort to balance them with his level, and his presence made a big difference in their progress, wouldn’t he logically only get a little feedback?

The Inheritance should have his answer if he could figure out how to get it to tell him.

[Inheritance, Display. Show Gains? Status? Rewards? Interface?] None of them was changing the symbol in any way, so Wolfe searched the inscription itself for any details that he could find among the runes and writing.

[Magi Bloodline] 3 Percent

[Lightning Affinity] Low

[Fire Affinity] Low

[Gravity Affinity] Low

[Other Elements Locked]

[Bonded Witch] Ella Mariel

[Bonded Witch] Cassie Noxus

[Bond Ability] Fast Travel

All of the percentages and levels were a guess on his part, going by the amount of the rune that was filled in instead of hollow, but it was more information than he had even a few minutes ago. The Inheritance spell was simply too complex, being made up of countless layers of magical writing, so only the bits on the surface were legible.

He probably couldn’t even use a microscope to look at it more clearly, since it only showed up to his own eyes, and it was well known that you couldn’t take a picture of a spell inscription activating in the air. It wouldn’t show up in the film or even in a mirror.

Wolfe felt that he had made a fairly large jump in his mana level over the last day, and his ability to use mana had improved a little. The Bloodline’s actual effects were a bit vague since he was only piecing together the parts of the tiny magical writing that he could read among the multiple layers of magical text, but he was more interested in the unlocking other elements part.

For example, Wind would be great to help disperse some of this body heat.

But according to the writing of the Inheritance, he had gravity control. If he could make it work, he could push the oscillator button on the fan and make it turn to cool him down as well.

Simply focusing his will made the fan shake, but the button simply wouldn’t budge. The fan housing was moving, so his spell was working somewhat, but the button wouldn’t move.

‘I have got to pull it up, not push it down,’ Wolfe mentally sighed, realizing his mistake.

The whole fan wobbled at first, but then the button pulled up, and the fan started turning just as the alarm went off.

“Mhmm, Good Morning,” Ella mumbled.

“Good Morning,” Wolfe replied, and she sat straight up in bed.

“Sorry, for a second, I forgot where I was. I’m going to shower. You wake Cassie up.” Ella apologized, running for the shower.

“Are you up? If you don’t get up, I’ll have to kiss you awake.” Wolfe teased Cassie, who forcefully scrunched her eyes closed.

Wolfe turned to cradle her head, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She was still pretending to be asleep, even when he kissed the tip of her nose, making her sneeze, but their fun was interrupted by Ella coming back out of the bathroom.

“Will you two stop making out? It’s time for breakfast. If you don’t hurry, there won’t be time to shower.” Ella reminded them, stepping out of the bathroom in a towel.

“Fine, I will go shower and meet you back here in ten minutes,” Wolfe complained while the blue-haired Witch stuck out her tongue at him.

He got back just in time to help Cassie braid her hair and to help Ella find her tights. She had left them in a bag under her own bed after picking them up at the supply room.

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The First Years were going to potion class, so only a few had brought helpers.

“You, Familiar Guy. Tell this creature to behave.” Christa Abilene demanded, dragging a goblin with her by its long green ear.

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Wolfe asked the clearly battered and frustrated Goblin, who made a lewd hip thrust in response and looked at his Summoner.

Wolfe leaned forward to whisper in the Goblin’s ear. “Humans are different. You need to blend in, behave like them, dress nicely and stay clean. Then once she forgets you’re a Goblin in a few years, you make your move, and you can keep her pregnant and happy forever.”

The Goblin cheered, then gave Wolfe a fist bump and ran to the sink to wash, causing shouts of outrage from the kitchen workers who were trying to do dishes in it. With that done and bubbles of dish soap still dripping from his body, he grabbed a tablecloth from an unoccupied table and fashioned it into a new toga that dragged far behind him on the floor, then returned to stand politely beside his Witch.

“Do you speak Goblin or something? That was amazing. How long will it last?” Christa asked.

“As long as it needs to. Just treat him well and keep civilizing him. You’ll have the best-behaved Familiar in the class in no time.” Wolfe assured her.

The snobby blonde went back to her friend group with a much better-behaved Goblin while Wolfe tried not to laugh. They were both idiots, and he wondered which one would win the battle of wits.

“Her parents are senior government ministers. I hope you didn’t do anything that will cause trouble.” Risa whispered to him.

“Not at all. I told him if he was well-behaved and helpful until she graduated, he stood a chance at getting what every Goblin wants.” Wolfe whispered back.

[You’re evil] Risa mouthed silently, joining her friends for breakfast.

Not many First Year students brought their Familiars to potions class, and Wolfe wondered why Christa would if she was having issues with hers. Unless maybe it wasn’t safe for her to leave the Goblin unattended.

“So, are you ready to be our personal porter for the morning? Familiars are usually only brought to potions to fetch and carry.” Ella joked.

“It’s my handsome face, isn’t it? You just can’t stand to be away from me for even a little while.” Wolfe joked back.

“You just wait. Beautification potions are among our first lessons since every Witch wants one. We will have you back to stunning and handsome in no time. Maybe that’s the missing three Percent Compatibility. You never know.” Cassie cut in, making the room laugh.

The next thought through Wolfe’s mind was that if beauty potions were one of the first things they learned, how just how ugly was Cassie’s sister Melody before she left?