Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The class ended for lunch, after which the group would go off to Potions class, reviewing the less used potions, and then spending time making more of the basic potions that they would need as healers.

Wolfe was just finishing lunch when a small portal opened next to him, allowing him to see through to Petros' office.

"King Petros, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked.

"I have the students assembled by my nobles ready for transfer, and I was hoping that I could pick up some of the Witches for Royal Commission in the public clinics early. I want them to start working when we get back from the Festival, and it will take a few days for them all to get comfortable here before they move.

I have already had the clinics built with apartments above them. Two suites per clinic, and two clinics in each of the two largest cities on the continent, plus another pair of physicians in the Royal Palace.

I was hoping that you might have a more powerful pair for the Palace, as that is where people naturally come, as they have our best apothecaries already." King Petros explained.

"So, you need ten witches willing to work for you, and at least two of Rank Three or higher, who can heal everything up to and including lost limbs in a matter of hours?" Wolfe verified.

"Rank Three Witches can regrow limbs? Yes, that would be perfect. You have no idea how many old Nobles would love that reward for their service." Petros agreed.

"Alright, I will talk to the witches and see what we can manage. I am fairly certain that we can find something that will work for you. Do you want to come over now, or would you prefer later in the day? It's lunchtime here." Wolfe replied. f𝐫𝗲eweb𝗻o𝐯el.𝚌o𝗺

"That's perfect. Yes, allow me fifteen minutes to gather everyone outside the tower, and then you can open a portal to me. Just opening one to talk to you takes an immense amount of power, and I can't be certain that anyone who uses it won't end up in the time loop." Petros reminded him.

"It's an excellent spell. I will talk to you soon."

Fifteen minutes later, Wolfe had the school staff, plus ten witches, carefully selected by Cassie and Ella, who they had deemed the most reliable choices for Royal Physicians.

There were two younger Generals, Rank Five witches from the Mist Continent, who had basically been in hiding after the people turned on them after the fall of the Saints, holding them responsible for the shame brought to the One World Government. Then there were eight others, all at Rank Two, who had come from Forest Grove.

They might have been born on other Continents or in other countries as well, but they had been here for long enough that Wolfe, and likely everyone else, identified them as locals.

Petros came through Wolfe's portal with nearly two hundred beastkin in tow, all of whom were between sixteen and twenty years old. They had been tested by King Petros himself, and they all had potential for mana use, with no real restrictions, as the Bloodline Curse of this world didn't affect the beastkin of the Fallen Empire.

"It looks like you found a rather substantial group of trainees for our academy. Welcome everyone. These fine ladies on your right are your Professors for the upcoming semesters. It will be some time before you are considered fully trained and ready to join the workforce as qualified mages, so I do hope that you enjoy your time here in Forest Grove.

Don't worry about living expenses, they have been covered, along with a living stipend, so you are free to focus on your studies.

Ladies, if you would like to show the students around, I will introduce King Petros to his new workers." Wolfe began.

The beastkin were so excited they were nearly vibrating as they looked around the town. Wolfe couldn't help but notice that the female beastkin outnumbered the males by nearly three to one, but the magical aptitudes were very close.

"I will explain later." King Petros whispered as he noticed Wolfe's assessment.

Wolfe nodded and gestured to the other group. "We will start with the Elders of the group. Senna and Emilia are both Rank Five Witches, with over a century of experience in the medical field. In fact, they were once employed in a government position here, in charge of military medicine.

They were chosen as the best options we had to send you as Royal Palace Physicians. They have no interest in joining any future violence, but they are familiar with every sort of magical and nonmagical damage that your Nobles might have incurred during their lives, as well as how to fix it.

The others have chosen partners, as you indicated that they would be working two to a facility. Cooperation between partners makes for a much more pleasant experience, and they are all Rank Two witches with great medical knowledge.

There are many other candidates for your Nobles to choose. They are still in a refresher class right now, going over potions they might need, but which they might not have regularly created in the past.

What do you think, will this be sufficient for your public physicians' offices?"

King Petros smiled at the Witches. "It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am certain that you will do a wonderful job for the common people of the two capitals. That is the primary purpose of the public offices, and I will apologize in advance for the state in which you might find your new communities.

The Nobles will be hiring many more of your kinfolk next week, so the burden will begin to ease, but if Saint Noxus hasn't explained yet, I requested to bring you over early, so you could set up your homes to your preference and become acquainted with the neighbourhood before the physician's offices officially open."

The witches smiled. A week was plenty of time to get their gardens growing, as they would need magical ingredients for the potions, and they were going to run out of those rapidly in a large city.

The witch closest to King Petros bowed. "Thank you for your consideration, King Petros. Lady Ella has gifted us a few spells to help get our new homes operating, but it will take some time, even with her magic, before our gardens are ready to start producing."

Petros hadn't even considered that part, and breathed a sigh of relief that all the offices had a large walled garden in the back. It was intended as a relaxation spot, but a magical herb garden made more sense.