Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #637 - 637 Group Effort

The first thing that the Monarchs had in their sights was the [Kind Intentions] barrier. There was no hiding from their eyes that the core was still secretly hidden in Minister William’s office among the old decorations and piles of ornamental armour, but the barrier itself was what intrigued them.

“Magi, can you cast that spell as you wish, or are there preconditions?” The King of Sodom asked.

“Only a few minimal preconditions, but they are more about the location and the occupants than anything else. I don’t require any rare materials to activate the array, only something long-lasting to inscribe it on.” Wolfe explained.

“It’s that easy?” Queen Victoria asked, while leisurely stretching her wings to poke the King beside her in the back of the ear.

“It is, but the strength depends on the caster, so I’m certain that none of you, or even most of the ministers here, would have an issue getting around it if you put your mind to it.” Wolfe agreed.

One of the larger Kings chuckled. “It has a few flaws, I’ve noticed. Such as the fact that it doesn’t prevent accidents. I may have bowled over a servant in my excitement to get to the throne, and my staff needed to give her a healing potion.”

Wolfe shrugged. “It’s all about intentions. You weren’t trying to hurt anyone, so it didn’t stop you. Much like a puppy running wild through the halls would still be allowed to cause chaos, but a young child who knows better wouldn’t.”

The King cocked his head to the side, trying to decide if Wolfe had just compared a ten-thousand-year-old Rank Nine Demon King to an excited puppy. He probably had, but the King decided to just let it slide as a quirk of the Magi. They had been pacifists for so long that they often forgot that they were in danger.

“How much inconvenience would it be to fix the one that you already cast here?” King Memo asked, with a wink for his sister and grandnephew.

“Not at all. Since I was the caster, it’s not a big deal for me to reactivate and overlay a new copy of an identical inscription.” Wolfe replied.

“Then how many can we get on board for a few improved spells while we’re here? It looks like the sceptre in the throne room has an interesting barrier on it as well.”

“Just don’t increase the combat ability of the sceptre, or you’ll suffocate everyone who walks into the room. That sort of magical weapon has a threatening aura, and it gets worse with power.” Wolfe reminded him.

“Don’t worry about that, Magi. It’s a long way from rank five to rank nine, and we know a few extra tricks.” The King laughed.

The other Monarchs seemed to find that amusing, and one of the Queens on Wolfe’s far left tapped the table for attention.

“Perhaps we could do this as a group, since we’re all gathered. Does Queen Elizabeth perhaps have more similar sceptres?” She suggested.

If they were planning to work together to create a barrier for the throne rooms of their Kingdoms, there was virtually zero chance that any of them could be overthrown in their own homes in the future. Wolfe was certain that they wouldn’t leave any loopholes like the last barriers over this room had held, and even the combined might of an army wouldn’t be enough to break the barrier.

But it was also a sign of immense trust between the Monarchs here. If they were part of the casting, then they could freely enter and leave the barrier. That meant that if the nation was challenged by one of the others, their greatest defence would be meaningless.

Perhaps seeing one of their own killed had been enough to change their minds on intervention when there was trouble in another Kingdom. It might seem farfetched, but there was always a possibility that even the ancient Demons would have a change of heart when it came to those who they had known the longest.

The Queen had a servant run to the Royal Armoury and collect a number of other ornate weapons, designed more for decoration than anything else, and certainly not intended for regular combat use.

“Now, we only need you to cast the defensive spells on the weapon after we imbue them with magic. Once you get to our level, you no longer need inscriptions to create a magical weapon.” King Memo informed Wolfe as he took a battleaxe from the cart full of weapons.

One after another, the Royals collected their weapons and imbued them with magic, while the lone Rank Eight King at the table tried to hide his annoyance. He could do the same thing, but it didn’t create nearly as impressive of a weapon as the others had made.

“Would you like one for your home?” Queen Elizabeth asked Wolfe politely.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’m sure that they would be overjoyed to have it.” The Queen smiled, but her brother was faster, pulling a dagger that would serve someone human sized as a two-handed sword, from the pile and pouring power into it.

“We can use this one as the demonstration piece, in case we want things changed. What were you going to put on it as defensive spells?” He asked.

“The one you’ve been admiring is just a barrier over the throne room with a booby trap. The secondary spell on it is [Necrosis].”

The Royals all stared at him in shock.

“You mean, the whole purpose of that sceptre is to get people to break the barrier and try to steal it, then turn themselves into the undead?” One of the Kings asked.

“Exactly. And because they’re activating it on themselves, the [Kind Intentions] barrier wouldn’t even stop them. For some reason, it doesn’t see becoming undead as a form of self harm.” Wolfe laughed.

“Oh, that is priceless. But we should change plans before someone does something stupid. Is there another spell that could be put in place of it? Something defensive?” Queen Victoria asked.

“I could put [Mana Purification] or a secondary form of barrier. But I suspect that it would be easier if we just put a regular [Nether Lightning Barrier] array and the [Kind Intentions] spells on it.”

The King of Nephrite smiled at Wolfe. “Anyone who calls Nether Lightning a regular array has my vote.”