Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King - #658 - 658 Arrangements

Evening came far too quickly while they were confirming that everyone was on the same page about what they wanted from Wolfe, and what they would give in exchange. Fortunately, nobody wanted anything too excessive, and none of the requests were something that Wolfe simply couldn’t fulfill.

“It’s time to get back. My people are expecting guests for dinner, and it’s almost that time at home,” Queen Jasmine announced.

That must put her nation somewhere to the far west of here, as it was certainly well after dinnertime now, but they had been busy with the meetings, and another meal certainly wouldn’t be unappreciated.

The Queen surged with magical power, and a portal opened in front of them, then a second one that seemed to lead to a different palace. Even the stones on the walls were not the same as they were in the first Palace.

“That one is my home, I will see you in a day or two, after I have prepared everything that we will need for your progression. It’s not going to be instant, so you will likely be with me a few days, and we will have you do the others’ requests first.” The King of Magic explained.

Wolfe followed the Queen through the portal, and found himself surrounded by women. It almost felt like being at home, when he had been away doing something and the witches came over to lean on him and absorb his aura for comfort.

Only this time, it was Dana and Carmine, as well as Rail and Nimue surrounding him.

“These are the guest quarters you are assigned as Patriarch of the Noxus Family. We haven’t had a Magi Patriarch here in my lifetime, but we heard about them from Elizabeth, and we made accommodations years ago. I do hope that it’s still suitable.” Queen Jasmine explained.

Wolfe stepped through the door, followed by the four Demoness entourage and the Queen, who was casting a suspicious glare around the room.

“Is there something off about this place?” Wolfe asked, then turned [Detect Hidden] up to the maximum.

Most of the room was spotless, but there was a muscular onyx-skinned Demoness in a maid outfit laid out on the bed in a sultry pose.

That was probably the part that the Queen was not expecting.

“There shouldn’t be anyone here, but I sense a life form.” The Queen explained.

“I think that this one should be just fine.” Wolfe laughed.

The Queen followed the direction of his glance and sighed.

“Risa! Get your ass out here.” She shouted.

The Demoness got off the bed and shuffled over, looking rather sheepish. Then, her eyes opened wide as she realized that Wolfe and the Queen were not alone.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Queen Jasmine asked.

The Demoness known as Risa was just short of two and a half metres tall, slender, but very muscular, and covered in either golden tattoos or body paint under the obviously borrowed maid outfit.

“Well, your Majesty, I hadn’t expected him to have company, so I thought I would get a bit of a leg up on the competition.” The Demoness shrugged, unconcerned.

“And the maid outfit?” Jasmine asked.

“I asked a friend, and she said that he had a thing for maids.” The Demoness announced proudly.

“I doubt that the dress would matter if your tits were hanging out like that. Go get properly dressed, and you can meet him again tomorrow at the guard selection.” Queen Jasmine growled.

The Demoness didn’t back down from the Queen’s anger, but she did obey, and stopped to give Wolfe a wink and a slap on the ass as she passed.

Rail and Dana both laughed as she flounced out of the room, showing off the bottom of her rear cheeks with every step in the extremely short skirt. She had picked a dress from a chubby maid because it was the only one that fit her torso, but the woman was over a metre shorter than she was.

Not that it seemed to bother her at all.

“Pygmy Wrathbringers. They’re worse than Succubi if you ask me. Aggressive about everything to make up for their lack of height.” Queen Jasmine sighed.

“That’s a lack of height?” Wolfe asked.

“Most of the Wrathbringers are my size or taller. The Patriarch of their clan is nearly ten metres tall.” Queen Jasmine laughed.

“She’s actually small and dainty by their standards. But she’s on the strong side of Rank Six, so she might be making a shot for your head bodyguard. Don’t underestimate her just because she’s short. She’s likely one of the best fighters in the castle right now.” Princess Carmine whispered to Wolfe.

“She’s also likely to try to sneak back in again. She’s persistent like that. I can have a guard posted to kick her out if you’d like.” Jasmine suggested.

“No, it should be fine. She might have to fight for a spot in bed, though. That one is big enough for five, but not easily.” Wolfe joked.

“I call dibs on the left side.” Dana announced quietly, startling everyone.

Carmine shook her head. “I will take our innocent Nimue to the spare room for the night, and we will see you all at breakfast.”

Rail dragged Dana off to the changing room for a private discussion, while Wolfe tucked Carmine and Nimue into bed, which the half Dryad thought was hilarious, especially when she saw Carmine’s blush at the forehead kiss she got from Wolfe.

When Wolfe got back to the bedroom, the two Succubi were still in an intense discussion about something in the changing room, so he got ready for bed and lay waiting for them.

The pair of Succubi came out with matching smiles.

“So, what did you decide?” Wolfe asked.

“We decided that I need to find out if Rail was lying to me about what it’s like being with a Magi, so I get to go first before you are too tired, and she agreed not to kick me off the bed if you fall asleep afterwards.” Dana declared.

“And here they told me that you were lousy at being a succubus. It seems more like they just don’t know how to handle one.” Wolfe replied with a smirk.

“I will hold you to those words, Patriarch.”