Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #604 - 604 604 Don't Call Him That

604 604 Don’t Call Him That

Wolfe gently flipped through the introduction until he found the index. Pages 87 through 105 should have array inscriptions, and 308 should have the alarm spell. That was more than enough for Wolfe to create what he needed here, as long as the arrays that were listed were relevant to marking multiple locations.

Rail came over with an eager look and sat down across the desk from Wolfe.

“Oh, that looks like Elemental Magic. Good find, Wolfe. What does it say?” She asked.

“Can you not read runes?” Wolfe asked.

Rail shrugged. “Why would I bother? It’s an elective in college, but I can’t use Elemental Magic, so I didn’t take it. Looking back, it might have been helpful during a few investigations, but usually just seeing that there are runes is enough to track the suspect, and we don’t need to know what they are except for a few dangerous ones.”

“Well, that makes some sense. But it’s useful to at least know what they’re trying to do to you. Fortunately, I can read the language, so I’ll sort through this and see what I can come up with.”

Within minutes, Rail was asleep in the chair, curled up into a small ball and mumbling happily about whatever was in her dreams. The array that Wolfe was looking for was only three pages into the listed section, titled with a simple [Multiple point identification] tag.

The writing style of the author was so simple to read that Wolfe was certain they were a school teacher at some point in their life. Everything was so well organized and explained in simple words that just reading about the array gave him confidence that he would be able to cast it.

Wolfe created a [Whiteboard] to work on, and started to jot down the basics of the array until he felt that he had them just right. Then he flipped to the back of the book to make sure that the alarm was the same spell he was familiar with, and got a real shock. The [Alarm] spell wasn’t intended to be used alone. It was designed to be half of an Elemental inscription, with the alarm triggering a secondary effect. There were detailed drawings on how to integrate a number of harmless spells into the alarm, and Wolfe didn’t even recognize most of them. For example, [Wind Prison] would create bars of air magic around the intruder and hold them until the alarm was disabled. Or you could do the same with lightning, which would give them a shock that could stun them. Earth and Light Magic came highly recommended, but Fire and Unholy were listed as too harmful to be used except in the most extreme of cases.

Wolfe could understand that reluctance. If the spell malfunctioned because a new maid wasn’t properly registered, or a guest got too far from their escort, it would be a disaster to have them burnt to a crisp or have their soul damaged.

Wolfe was better with Lightning Magic than most others, so he decided to go with the listed example of the Lightning Prison with a mild shock effect, and opened a second [Whiteboard] to draw the combined spell on.

That actually felt more natural than simply creating the alarm spell, even though it was much more complex. The magic flowed through it easily, and the alarm only took him a few tries to perfect.

“If only I had a Witch. I could really use a copy of this book.” Wolfe sighed as he finished with his research for the morning.

“You know, there are plenty of scribes in the castle who would happily copy the book for you if you helped them with an array or two.” Rail mumbled, still half asleep.

“Do you know where to get a hold of them? There are quite a few good books on this shelf, and I would like to at least get a copy of three of them.” Wolfe asked.

Rail gave him a conspiratorial smile. “You know, the Library Minister is likely going to be at lunch, and he’s responsible for the scribes. If you strike up a conversation, he will know whom to talk to. Just try not to let Billy Bob know that you’re doing side work while he wants you to fix the building’s security.”

A rumbling growl sounded from beneath them, and Minister William stepped out from a side door that neither of them had noticed earlier.

“WHO shouldn’t know that you’re taking on side work to get more research materials?” He rumbled.

“Oh, hello, Minister William, Sir. I didn’t hear you come in. Is it lunchtime already?” Rail asked, while the massive demon glowered at her.

He really didn’t like it when she called him Billy Bob, but the mischievous Succubus wasn’t learning the lesson.

“Good deflection. Not great, but acceptable. Yes, it is time for lunch, and the other Ministers will be there. Everyone has tasks that they would like the Magi Patriarch to help them with, and as much as I would love to toss you into the armour polishing room as punishment for the day, the courts have ordered that you follow him everywhere.” The Minister replied.

Rail shuddered at the threat, then got to her feet and smoothed out her skirt suit in preparation for lunch with the Kingdom’s most important people.

Wolfe looked her over, sighed and shook his head. “That’s no outfit to be meeting with the King’s advisors. Do you mind if I fix you up something more formal?” He asked.

Wolfe hadn’t even finished speaking, and clothes were flying into the air as Rail got undressed. “Fix me up Magi Man. Something in purple, please, I look stunning in purple.”

Wolfe laughed and created a deep purple evening gown with matching shoes, black diamond accents and earrings, paired with an elaborate silver necklace set with a massive amethyst. Rail was right, the colour went very well with her pale complexion, and matched the purple in her wings.

“How is that? Do you need a tiara as well?” He teased.

Minister William laughed at his joke and shook his head. “Don’t give her ideas. It’s forbidden to wear a Tiara if you’re not from the Royal Family. I think that she will do just fine for lunch. Now, let’s get going.”