Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

"How did the Fae even get in here? I am certain that I didn't detect them when I cast the barrier, and nobody has broken it." Petros grumbled as news of his plan was rapidly distorted as the Faerie's description spread through the city.

Wolfe shrugged. "I am not certain either. I have asked many times how they evade sentry spells, and move through barriers as if they weren't there, but the answer is always just that they're Faeries.

I do have a theory, though. Faerie dust is so magical that it can cause epiphanies among the witches, so it is possible that the barriers detect the dust coating and think that they're just mana moving through. Normally, a barrier spell wouldn't even try to stop mana from moving through, as it's necessary to all things.

But I am also not cruel enough to trap a Faerie in an Antimagic barrier because if I'm right, it might actually kill them."

Petros sighed. "I can see why you have given up on keeping secrets, then. But in a way, that brings us to the final point that I wanted to bring up. One Pentacle of humans from my world would leave you with one more empty Pentacle.

I think you should pick it from among the Fae. Not the old and powerful who have little to gain from it, but from the younger generation who can grow up among your people and represent them to the Fae Courts when you need to have interactions with the Royals.

Not the Lower Royals, the random Elven Princes and Princesses, but the Queens and their advisors.

One of the previous Kings tried that, and found out that we have no right to speak there

If outsiders have an issue with the Fae, they need to get one of the Fae to speak for them. We didn't know that the first time, and it took two years for our people to convince one of the Fae with access to the courts to present our petition for us."

Wolfe smiled. "And it's not like I can go there and do it myself, at least not before King Rank, where even the Fae Queen would recognize a visiting Royal. Perhaps not even then, as the Fae consider the Magi to be some weird form of human Demons, since we have mana cores.

I ended up there once before, and I was just summarily ejected to the Demon Realms for trespassing without even a chance to explain myself."

Petros hid his laughter behind his hand, trying to disguise it as a cough. "That is similar to what happened to our people, but the portal was still open, so they literally kicked them out then forced it closed. In the early days of our exploration, we didn't guide the portals, they just went to anywhere that could sustain life, as we were looking to expand and gather resources.

As you can imagine, the Fae were less than impressed to see the army escorting a mining expedition into their Realm."

There was a round of laughter at the edges of the room as the Faeries who were waiting for them to make a proper announcement heard King Petros's dry tone.

Wolfe looked around at them. "We've been over this, it's rude to eavesdrop. Don't make me kick you out of the room."

Dozens of tiny anomalies opened as the Faeries fled, and Petros gave Wolfe a confused look.

"I thought that you said that barriers didn't keep them out?"

Wolfe nodded. "They don't. But I use air magic to create a vibration in the room, and it makes them violently ill, akin to seasickness. They know it's the penalty for eavesdropping without cause.

Courtesy says that they shouldn't interrupt a conversation, so they tend to just come in and wait for you to notice them.

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If they are in a real hurry, they will move to where you can see them."

Now, Petros was completely confused as to Faerie logic. How were you supposed to know they were there if you weren't able to see them. Perhaps if he used his mana sense?

Oh, yes. There they were. That must be how Wolfe kept track of all the people in the city so easily. With practice, or with the senses of a Magi, he should be able to tell individuals apart and not just species, as Petros could.

"So, an entire Pentacle of younger Fae to raise to be the representatives of this world to the Fae courts? That's actually a great idea. For now, we have been using the Continental Representatives, as they are all Rank Eight and already have connections in the Demon and Fae Realms.

But then, we don't have a central government here, if it needs to be done on a large scale, it is done by agreements between the Representatives. So, not everything is global, and even our local currency is still in the infancy phases, with many of the human nations still being reluctant to full switch, even after realizing the magical counterfeiting issues." Wolfe added.

King Petros gave Wolfe an indulgent look. "That will change soon enough. I can feel your power growing just as you sit there, so it won't be long before you advance again and become the only King Rank Magic User on the entire planet.

As it is, your power level is so far beyond what is normal for the Mortal Realms that you might as well be one. Even most of the Rank Eight Demons can only dream of having a tenth of your mana capacity and throughput. It's just the understanding that comes with the King Rank that you lack.

I know, I gained it all at once when I assassinated the previous King."

"Right. I almost forgot that you didn't advance on your own. But I have one more question. Why are you so eager to see me form these pentacles and take that final step?" Wolfe asked.

Petros' smile turned calculating.

"There are how many Demon Kings? How many Fae Royals? Right now, I am one of three known human Kings, and we're not even on the same planet. Strong allies are essential not only to growth, but to survival.

If I want to end the wars with the Demon Kings, I will also have to weather their retaliation for the centuries of war that came before me.

That's where you come in."