Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #615 - 615 615 Sorting

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“If all the powerful Demons here will link hands, and the pair closest to me will place their hands on me, I will begin the spell.” Wolfe informed the group.

Everyone but Rail shuffled their positions, while Wolfe took the serving platter from the Butler and flipped it over so that the unadorned underside was clearly visible for his work.

There was a collective gasp as Wolfe began to weave the layers of the Inscription, visible to everyone as he cast them before they were finalized and settled into the carrier object.

“So many layers, all linked together. How are we meant to remember that, even if we’ve seen it?” One of the visiting Demons muttered, making Rail laugh.

“I don’t think you’re intended to. That’s why he’s doing it out here in the open where anyone could see it. Because even if you do, there’s no way that you would be able to cast the spell.” She giggled.

The guard glared at her, then sighed. The succubus was right. That wasn’t a spell that you could memorize by seeing it once. All of them working together could get one layer right after a single observation, but with over fifty layers to the spell, and the mana flow from five powerful Demons feeding it, this was far beyond such crude methods.

Wolfe hadn’t seen the Demons using cameras, but even if they did, the inscription wouldn’t be visible on the recording. Only the inscribed rune on an object was visible on film, and even then, it wouldn’t glow with power. On the other hand, formed spells like lightning or fireballs were especially impressive on film.

The power from the others flowed through Wolfe, and for a moment, he could feel the connection to the witches back in Forest Grove as clear as day, then it faded again as the spell took shape and the layers began to integrate, requiring Wolfe’s full attention.

He did his best not to laugh at the expression of shock on the faces of the surrounding Demons, but he did make a note to ask Rail about why they were so shocked later. While Rank Five might be fairly uncommon in the Demon Realms, there were plenty of Demons, and even the small town that grew up around the Palace to serve its visitors had over a dozen of them among the shopkeepers and tradesmen.

The spell snapped into place and vanished into the serving tray, which Wolfe handed back to the Butler with a smile.

“There you go. One Grand Magic Inscription for your use. Or your Kingdom if you’re feeling generous, I suppose.” Wolfe informed him.

The Butler smiled at him, then looked at his boss. “I think it’s best if I don’t try to claim family heirlooms for my own personal use. No matter how tempting it is to set the range on this spell to only myself.”

The ambassador chuckled and shook his head, obviously a good friend, or at least a lifelong acquaintance of the Butler and very used to his understated sense of humour.

“But we still have a problem with the escorts. Or at least those who cannot enter the Palace.” The ambassador reminded everyone.

“I have a solution to that. If your array is activated and pushed outward, It will immediately clarify the situation for me, and I will be able to make a proper decision on how to proceed.” Wolfe replied.

The Butler didn’t hesitate, he just placed a hand on his leader and activated the spell, expanding it outward from the two of them.

Three of the escort team members, two servants and a guard, were slowly forced away from the group before Wolfe motioned for the expansion to stop.

“Is this all that couldn’t enter the Palace?” Wolfe asked.

“No, those four guards cannot enter the Palace.” The Butler replied.

Wolfe turned his attention to the group, one of whom shrugged unapologetically.

“You, I can see you’re not ashamed of your intentions. How about you explain why you’re not being let in? I’m pretty sure you know.” He asked.

“My ex-wife is in the Palace, along with our son. I have every intention of taking him back.” The guard replied.

“As legally questionable as that might be, the spell wouldn’t actually stop you if you didn’t intend to harm anyone and the boy wanted to go with you.” Wolfe informed him.

“So I just need to find my boy and convince him to come with me?”

Wolfe nodded. “And you need to do it with good intentions, and not intend to kick your ex-wife off the balcony or something similar.”

One of the servants who was not in the group with entry issues laughed.

“He’s got you pegged. Even I wanted to throw your wife off a balcony once or twice, and I didn’t even work in the same wing of the castle.”

The guard flipped off the servant and then sighed before stepping forward into the Palace’s protection.

“I swear that I will not harm my wife or son while I am here. I will attempt to get him to peacefully choose to come home with me, though.” He declared.

The guard closest to him gritted his teeth in frustration, looked at the Palace, then back to his boss, and back to the Palace.

“Minister, might I have the next few days off? I’m not sure that I can enter the Palace with that spell in place.” He announced.

The Butler nodded, and the foreign dignitary waved his hand. “Your leave is approved, but your pay will be docked for the days until you get yourself together.”

Wolfe wasn’t going to pry, as it seemed that the Butler already knew and agreed with whatever reason the man had that was causing the expectation of violence.

Then all attention turned to the last pair of guards, one of whom lit something in his hand on fire with magic and stepped into the Palace protection, while the other bolted and ran.

“Oh, bad call.” Rail whispered with a smirk on her face.

He hadn’t been forced away from his boss, so his bad intentions weren’t directed at his own people, and running at this point just looked incredibly suspicious. Not that lying to Demons who could detect it with basic magic or even their innate abilities was any better, but this would definitely lead to interrogation when he was caught.