Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #643 - 643 Dinner and Sarcasm

Queen Victoria was on Wolfe’s left, with Rail on his right and the wife of a Baron seated next to her.

“So, are you ready for the Garden Party?” Victoria asked Wolfe with a smile that promised there would be violence in the near future, despite the barrier over the Palace.

“I’m honestly not sure what to expect of it. Care to give me any pointers?” He asked.

“Well, firstly, they are definitely going to make a move on your date, and unlike here in the dining hall, where challenges are more common, it would be considered rude to surround her in Nether Lightning. If you were a possessive newlywed, you might just get a reputation for jealousy, but as you’re a visiting dignitary, it would be a social faux pas.

The touch of a Succubus is addictive to a lot of Demon species, so they will be desperate to dance with her.

The further you are from the dance floor, the better. But you will have to let her deal with them herself.

Next, you can expect plenty of condescending assholes trying to get a rise out of you. You’re still Rank Five, and that is going to bother some of them, as you outrank them as a foreign leader on par with a Prince.

Then you will have to deal with the lower nobles who think that they might be able to marry off a daughter to you for social gain, or who have heard about your exploits here in the Palace and would like you to do them a favour of repairing or improving their mana systems.” Queen Victoria explained.

Wolfe nodded. “I expected most of that. I have found that making it clear that the healing would be done as a [Favour] is usually enough to dissuade them. But if not, then the way that I do it can usually scare off some of the others.”

“You think that you can cause them pain despite the barrier now that we have changed it?” Victoria asked.

“On the contrary. The touch of a Magi’s mana through the body is the opposite of painful.” He explained.

Rail blushed and nodded in agreement, which made the Demoness next to her momentarily choke on her wine.

“Are you alright?” Wolfe asked with genuine concern.

The Demoness flushed as red as Rail’s dress and waved her hands frantically for a moment, then gathered her wits and nodded.

“Yes, thank you, Patriarch Noxus. It just startled me so much to see a succubus blush that I was incautious with my beverage.” She replied, very formally, while the flush of embarrassment spread from her cheeks and down her neck.

“See, this is why you need to be careful during the garden party. You have no idea what sort of outrageous behaviour you have brought to the Demon Courts, and the fact that you are utterly unconcerned about it is likely to bother a lot of the Nobles.” Victoria informed him.

Wolfe looked down the table to where a pair of Demons were openly making out, then back at the Queen, who just shook her head in dismay.

“If that was what you were doing, it would be fine. But now we’re all genuinely interested in knowing what it is that makes a Succubus blush.”

Rail shook her head, which Wolfe patted before he responded.

“I’m afraid that I can’t show a married woman that. Even in my world, that would be inappropriate.”

The Royals around him chuckled at his response.

“Did you forget that she killed not only her husband’s mistresses but him as well? Victoria, and now Elizabeth, are the only two who are not married. I wouldn’t recommend showing her now, though. Half the table might die of heart attacks if you did.”

The noblewoman on the other side of Rail nodded in agreement, which made the other Royals laugh, and attracted the attention of half the table. Plenty of them were jealous of the Baron and his wife who had gotten prime seating spots, but laughing along with the Royals? That was just unfair.

After all, the high nobles hadn’t gotten their chances to impress the Royals yet, and they were all eager to suck up and improve their chances at a business deal or even a marriage alliance.

The main course was brought out, and the assembled Nobles began to get excited, leaving Wolfe confused. It was a bacon wrapped steak, which was common enough, he had eaten them even in the restaurants by the apartments, but it was served with a vegetable mash that he didn’t recognize, other than as being purple.

It didn’t smell like beets, or sweet potatoes, so he had no idea what it was.

The purple mash was good, though, and he somewhat understood why they were excited.

“What is it?” He whispered to Rail as he ate.

“It’s a local mana infused eggplant. They only grow in one spot near the volcano where the mana density is high, so they’re really rare and expensive, especially to serve at a banquet.” She whispered back.

“Why not just put a mana gathering array and a garden charm over the Palace gardens? You’ve got witches.” Wolfe asked.

“And where would we gather all this mana from? Is it liquid in your world? Perhaps you pour it from a bucket like rainwater?” One of the Kings asked sarcastically.

“No, like this. It’s a spell.” Wolfe explained, then cast a small array on an empty cup that would increase the mana content inside by twenty percent.

“It’s a Legendary Treasure.” The Duke across the table from Wolfe gasped.

Wolfe chuckled. “If your idea of legendary is a mana infused glass of wine. No, wait, I think you might be right, that does sound pretty legendary.”

The King who had joked about mana gathering grabbed the cup and held it aloft in front of his face, trying to determine what Wolfe had done to it. Unfortunately, the inscription was invisible on clear crystal, and the Demon’s mana sense wasn’t visual the way Wolfe’s was, so it wouldn’t help them decipher an array.

“And you say that you can cast this over a whole garden?” He asked.

“Indeed. For a price, I can even make it gather mana at a higher density than that.” Wolfe agreed.

“Now, I think we have a lot to talk about.” The King announced, while the others began to eye Wolfe with hungry eyes.