Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The lone Incubus among the Representatives cleared his throat to get the attention of the group.

“I would like to suggest that we also put forward some criteria as to who gets to go through the portals into this new training area. If it’s not clear right from the start, there will be problems and accusations of favouritism.

In my experience, that sort of perception of bias is often much more damaging than actual bias. So, we should have an arrangement in place to ensure that everyone views access as fair and equitable.

Not just anyone can create a portal, so unless they’re going to make portal sites for us, and have the more powerful among us activate them regularly, it will also lead to massive headaches as people beg for the opportunity to grow their powers.” He explained.

The other Representatives sighed, as they realized that this was going to call for more than just an announcement that it existed. There were a few among them who could create portals for travel, so getting there wasn’t the problem, it was just controlling access.

You couldn’t just send everyone who wanted, they needed to be in competent groups, with preparations, and a basic understanding of what they were up against.

That meant they needed some sort of organizational structure, and then they would need someone to actually open the portals, and someone to ensure that groups didn’t try to double up, as that would just put them all in the same spot, under the effect of the same Tribulation spell. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent s ovl_Fir.et

“We really did make a lot of work for ourselves today, didn’t we?” One of the Fae sighed.

“Yes, but we gained such an astonishing resource. There aren’t many accessible spots in any world that have an ongoing tribulation spell. The simple fact that it exists will draw in others once they realize what it is, and then things will become even more chaotic here if we don’t have it planned out.” The Incubus reminded her.

The Representatives frowned. He had a point. Nobody else knew what the spell entailed yet, and once the Fae and Demons realized that it was an actual Tribulation, one that was set by beings of the Upper Planes, they would flock here for a chance to enter.

That magic rarely existed outside their domain, and they didn’t use it often, as there were so few young among their immortal species. What was the point of creating a new training area, when you only had a few people to train every century?

“Why don’t we do it as a form of lottery? We will open it to the defence forces on a schedule, and then the general public by draw once a month, or once a week, depending on how much of a hassle it is?” Wolfe suggested.

The Elven Prince nodded. “That could work. We could set up a dedicated building for it, with a portal array inside, and make the groups that wanted to go train pass through a security checkpoint.

That way, we wouldn’t have to worry so much about the groups overlapping, as we would control the flow. If we did a lottery draw once a month, then we could have the team in charge of the portals set the schedules for the groups that were drawn to go so that they didn’t interfere with the training of the defence force.

That would also encourage people to sign up for civil service. Growing your power is the best way to improve your standing, no matter what world you’re in.”

“Should we coordinate everything through our offices? If we each hired a few more staff, we could make sure that nothing was going wrong, and then they could handle it for us.” One of the Demons suggested.

“Alright. We can all set up a staff group under our supervision, and then we will meet when we need to discuss something that affects the entire world. The autonomy of the continents is a big selling point to a lot of the visitors, who think that the arrangement is less restrictive.

What they think they can sneak past us varies, but compared to most of the Fae and Demon Realms, our rules are more relaxed.” The Incubi agreed.

That made the others chuckle. The only reason their rules seemed more relaxed was because they didn’t have multiple layers of local businessmen and mobsters who all wanted a cut of the action and pressured the mayors and nobles to pass additional regulations to help them get rich.

Being such a new arrangement, nobody was brave enough to try to push the Continental Representatives to make exceptions to the rules for them, so things really did move more smoothly, though the basic laws were the same.

The Representatives started making plans for how to arrange the portal activations in their region, and how to pass off the responsibility for dealing with the issues to their subordinates.

They would give a nice speech announcing the change, and that they had managed to set up a spell to keep the off world portals from showing up in populated regions, and then pass it all to the ones they hired.

“Now, we can all return to Forest Grove and prepare our speeches. If you need more staff from off world, you can have them brought in before we make anything public.” Wolfe announced.

The Elven Prince smiled at Wolfe. “Are you sure you want to return home? You know that the witches are going to have some choice words for you about this whole situation.”

He had a point. They were being entirely too quiet about the whole situation, and that normally only meant that he was going to hear all about it when he wasn’t in public. But that was unavoidable, things had gotten a bit out of hand today, and he could definitely blame any complaints on someone else.

“It will all work out. Besides, think of how excited the catgirls will be to have a new training area.” Wolfe laughed.

The Elf had a soft spot for the beastkin, as did most of the Fae. The mixture of species reminded them of their own people and made them feel more relatable somehow.

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