Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #580 - 580 580 Flying Without Magic

The Coven Leader escorted them out of the house and to the waiting car, where the driver was prepared to take them to the evening’s gala. But it seemed that all the other Council members and their families had the same idea as the Coven Leader, and the streets were already packed with fancy automobiles, all moving slowly toward the ramps that would lead down to the level where the Gala was being held.

It was chaos, but organized chaos, as the drivers seemed to be used to the routine by now, and even the Coven Leader didn’t seem concerned about the number of people leaving at the same time.

“Every time there is a big event, the Families like to gather on the top floor, so that they can be seen by the media travelling with the Coven Members. Notice how all the windows are either clear or rolled down? That’s not by accident.” The driver explained after she noticed the looks that Wolfe was giving the lines of traffic.

“I had forgotten about that. Morgana Coven does the same thing, all the senior Family members of the Coven Council travel with them to events, and then show off for the cameras. It was always a big deal when there was a Gala or other announcement, so I should have expected that with the news they’ve dropped on the city today, there would be every possible guest on their way to the venue.” Wolfe sighed.

The Driver looked up in the rearview mirror and smiled at Wolfe. “I like how you phrase that as if it had nothing to do with you. I heard from the security team that the whole reason that there was a gala today is that you found a way to purge the Bloodline Curse.”

“Well, I suppose that is true. But I didn’t tell anyone. If it were up to me, I would leave everyone in the dark with a whole lot of suddenly awakening teenage witches. It would be hilarious, I’m certain of it.” Wolfe disagreed.

The driver gave him a shocked look. “That is… both hilarious and evil at the same time. I can just imagine the looks on parents’ faces when their children suddenly awakened in their early teens while they never did.”

Wolfe gave a happy hum and smirked at her. “Right? It would be spectacular. But they won’t be the only ones. A good chunk of the army will awaken as well. The ones that are close to awakening and still fairly young often form an aura when the Bloodline Curse is cleansed.”

Both the driver and the Coven Leader looked at him in horror.

“Do you have any idea what that would do to the ranking system? Or what that sort of shock would do to social order in general?” The Coven Leader asked, but Priya put her hand over Wolfe’s mouth, silencing him before he could say anything.

“I think he understands the concept, but not the implications.” She offered.

The two witches gave Wolfe a suspicious look, but he just shrugged.

“If Priya says I don’t really get it, I trust her judgment. I still think that it would be funny, though.”

The car slowly made its way through the streets, and down three levels, before stopping in front of a magnificent hotel of the sort Wolfe had only ever seen on television before.

Priya looked a bit starstruck at the sight.

“The Grand Sylvan Hotel. I always wanted to get an invitation to come here one day, even just to see the events from the background.” She sighed.

“Well, now you get to come as a guest of honour. Look at you now, all fancy like, overshadowing your sisters.” Wolfe joked.

“You have no idea how mad they’re going to be. They’re all here somewhere as well. My family has their own line of perfume, and I can smell it already.” Priya laughed.

The driver stopped out front and the valet opened the door, which caused everyone inside to freeze. 

“What is the protocol for this? Who gets out first?” Wolfe whispered.

Priya giggled. “I do, then you, then the Coven Leader.”

Priya stepped out and waved to the crowd, and everything went silent as they realized that there was a Rank Three Witch among them. 

She wasn’t trying to hide her aura, she was just being herself, the way she did at home, but that was a big enough shock that everyone momentarily forgot why they were here in the first place.

That was when Wolfe stepped out onto the red carpet and joined her. He took her hand on his arm to escort her into the venue, and the Coven Leader waited a few seconds before she used her new staff to float herself out of the car and stand by the door, before elegantly gliding down the walkway, stopping every metre or so to speak to the Elders and higher ranking Coven Members that weren’t on the Council.

“Just around this corner, prepare for a collision.” Priya whispered.

Sure enough, the moment they stepped out of sight of the cameras, a small body came flying at them, and a very shocked young girl realized that she had mistaken her target a moment too late.

Priya was standing on Wolfe’s right, and her little sister was coming from the left, on a direct path toward him.

With a surge of Magic, Wolfe stopped the flying Witch in midair, and then turned her properly upright and wrapped an arm around her to set the six-year-old on his hip.

Her black eyes flashed with curiosity about what had happened, but she was too focused on greeting her sister for anything else.

“Lulu, Lula, You’ll never believe it. Cousin Aria got her aura today. Oh, we should get out of the way, I can feel a strong witch nearby.” The little girl exclaimed.

Being so young, it was impressive that she could sense the aura in the first place, but she hadn’t realized yet that it was coming from her sister, or that everyone else in the area was watching them with great concern as she sat in a Demon Lord’s arms and chatted with her most beloved big sister.