Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #578 - 578 578 Repopulation

Many times as a growing girl and young woman, Priya had sneaked the same furtive glances the maids were giving Wolfe and the Butler at any available man and wondered what it would be like to have one of her own. Now, she had Wolfe, but he was by no means her own, and just like in Sylvan City, she was sharing him with many others. But unlike the men of Sylvan City, who were normally quite reserved and businesslike, Wolfe Noxus was a shameless gigolo, who needed constant supervision to no leave children everywhere he went.

How he didn’t have an army of infants in the Fae Forest already was a mystery bordering on a miracle, in her opinion. But what Priya didn’t know was that Wolfe had insider tips from the Inheritance. One of which was a simple contraception method that he employed as a secondary method of transferring extra energy.

Priya cleared her throat to get their attention. “Should we discuss what we are going to do about the outlying villages while we wait?” 

The Butler bowed and turned to leave. “If you need anything, just raise your voice, I will be in the other room.”

Wolfe gestured for him to stop. “There is no need for that. This will all be public in the next few days anyhow. Just do whatever you would normally need to finish at this time of day.”

“Understood, Mister Noxus.” The Butler answered with a bow, and then headed for the kitchen to chastise the slacking maids, who had become engrossed in their conversation.

Priya ignored their audience and organized her thoughts to explain them to Wolfe.

“Alright, this is the plan. I think that if we send the refugees to Sylvan Territory, along with a single unit of witches from the city, and start along the border, we can reform the defensive lines within the month. It will be uncomfortable for many of them at the start, but once it’s done we will know for sure that the border is safe, and we can start settling the villages behind them.

The question is: Who do we send? Not all the villages are fighters, especially the ones that are on the run right now.” She asked.

Wolfe leaned back on the couch and stared at the roof, lost in his thoughts for a moment, then smiled and snapped his fingers as a great idea came to him.

“I know just the right people for the border. If we move the Bear Kin and the Werewolves to the border villages, they will get first choice of the monster meat when the Monster Tide starts, and they’re warrior cultures already.

Both of them have been working to evacuate the villagers in the east, so if we get them to split up in to smaller packs, they can take up a good chunk of the border, and then once it is secure, the others can settle behind them, and keep them stocked in exchange for the border wall.” Wolfe suggested.

“That’s not a bad idea. I’m not sure how the witches will respond to the beast kin, though.” Priya agreed.

Wolfe shrugged, not concerned about that part. They would adapt fast enough. They had in the Fae Forest, and they would do it again in the villages along the Sylvan border.

“Should I arrange a set of arrays for each of the villages? If I send those, and someone digs them a Den filled with supplies, I doubt that they’ll object to a bit of extra duty.” Wolfe suggested.

He noticed that a few of the maids seemed to be bursting with the need to ask questions, so he waved them over, much to the annoyance of the Butler, who was trying to keep them working.

“Alright, spill. I know you have questions.” Wolfe requested with a smile so they would know he wasn’t mad at them.

“What is a Bear Kin?” One of the maids asked immediately.

Priya waved a hand, and cast an [Illusion] charm, creating the image of a shirtless bear kin with a rifle in one hand and their usual cargo pants and boots on the bottom. They were nearly three metres tall, completely furry, and she had given this one a fully ursine head, though some did have human faces.

Priya gestured to the illusion. “That is a bear kin. Some are a bit more human, but mostly they look like that. They’re actually extremely loyal and fiercely protective, though they’re quite independent. They live in a group den, but they’re not pack animals like the Wolves are. Normally, they prefer to work and operate alone most of the time, unless they’re teaming up to take down larger prey, like a military unit or a Monster Tide.”

The maids gasped and looked at the bear kin illusion, which was now posing for them, and giving them an ursine smile, which made him look adorably goofy.

“He’s a big one, isn’t he? Goddess, no wonder the soldiers are terrified to have to face the mutants in the Frozen Wastes if they’re like that. A freaking bear with a machine gun.” The maid gasped.

Priya laughed and shook her head. “The bears are much bigger than most. The average resident looks more like this.”

Priya made a second Illusion, one of a squirrel kin girl, with human features and fluffy ears, carrying a frying pan and a bag of walnuts.

“Oh Em GEE! She is adorable!” The maid gasped, and a wheezing chuckle came from behind them.

“They really are. But don’t underestimate them. That squirrel girl is incredibly fast, and if they’re threatened, they will tear you apart instantly. But with that frying pan, she wouldn’t need to. They’re stronger than they look.” The Coven Leader reminded her maid.

Priya smiled at them both. “Once we break the curse and everyone can communicate, they usually start to get along fairly well. However, the residents of the Frozen Wastes are pretty paranoid after so many years of being hunted by basically everything that they see, so it can take a while for them to get comfortable around others.

It’s good to see that you managed to get up on time. The last time Wolfe created one of those, the Family Elder slept right through the afternoon.”

The maids hid their laughter, and the Coven Leader smiled back at her.

“Not for lack of trying. My staff has been with me long enough to know how to get me out of bed and ready even when I don’t want to.”