Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

"What in the world was that?" Cassie demanded, shaking Wolfe by the collar once he opened his eyes again to look around the room.

"Five more advancements fulfilled the requirements for a second Pentacle. The surge of energy was the majority of the Demonic Curse being forced from my body. I feel incredible, and the density of my mana has definitely increased." Wolfe replied happily.

He focused for a moment, and the runes of the inheritance spread out over his body for him to inspect, an improvement on trying to read tiny runes hidden in layers on the original mark.

[True Name] Beowulfe Abraxas Asmodai Lokarth Noxus

[Magi Bloodline] 40 -> 55 Percent

[Demon Bloodline] 50-> 35 Percent

[Bloodline Skill Active: Clarity] enhanced

[Mana Density] 44->60 Percent

[Mana Focus 4/7] 8 Percent Complete

[Lightning Affinity] Medium-> High

[Fire Affinity] Medium

[Gravity Affinity] Low

[Unholy Affinity] High-> Adept

[Air Affinity] Low

[Other Elements Locked Due to Bloodline]

[Bloodline Skill Active: Clarity] allows mana capture and transfer as if the Demon were in meditation at all times.

[Familiar Witch Lv5] Ella Mariel

[Familiar Witch Lv5] Cassie Noxus

[Bound Familiar Lv4] Stephanie Isabel

[Blood Pact Lv4] Priya Lulabeth

[Blood Pact Lv4] Mary Morris

[Pentacle One Complete]

[Pentacle Two Complete] Mio, Nia, Jenna, Mollie, Alice

[Servants] 15

[Age] 18

[Minimum Standards]

[Basic Body Augmentations] Incomplete

[Basic Defensive Magic] Learned

[Basic Attack Magic] Learned

[Basic Utility Magic] Learned

[Basic Array Creation] Incomplete

As a bonus from the change to the Curse that was placed on him, as long as he drew the energy in through his left side, the mana flow into his body was much stronger now, without the interference of the Demonic Curse.

On the other side, his power with Unholy Magic had greatly increased, condensed to one side of his body and upgraded from what the Inheritance called High Affinity to Adept.

While he was focusing on the Unholy Element, Wolfe made a breakthrough in his understanding of the nature of his power. Unholy wasn't an Element from the Mortal Realm. It was the dominant element of the Underworld. Wolfe couldn't quite understand the nature of the realm of the dead, but Unholy Elemental Magic was raw magic filtered through the veil that covered the entrance to that realm.

That was why Demons who were called back from the dead could usually only use Unholy Magic, and why spells like Necrosis were possible, and created Undead when they died. The Mana was corrupted and changed by the rules of another world.

"So that is why they call it adept. I can actually understand why, not just how." He muttered, then changed [Detect Hidden] to see the extent that he could modify the spell.

The range didn't seem to be improved, but he could see much more of the energy flow around everything beyond just the mana flow that he could innately sense. The visual didn't make sense at first until he tried to touch it and realized that it was the Elemental Affinity of spells in effect and energy in the plants.

The plants' energy and witch spells seemed to be the same, except that Witch Magic was a perversion of the natural energy and felt somehow corrupt to Wolfe. The spells cast by Second Rank witches were better, but still not right.

He put it down to a lack of skill in manipulating nature and returned his focus to Cassie, who was impatiently waiting for a better explanation.

"I don't really know how to explain it. But as soon as there were ten witches at the Second Rank bonded to me, the second Pentacle formed naturally." He shrugged, downplaying his own role in deciding to form the spell.

"This bond is different than the Servant bond. Other than the power balancing that is happening between the five of us, there is something else to it. It's like we can feel each other's emotions and intentions more clearly." Alice blurted out, then poked Jenna on the side, making all five of them giggle.

"Ha, it's a victory for me. You may know my ticklish weakness, but now you all can feel it as well." The twin declared with a smirk.

That was how the others told the twins apart now that they were doing their best to look identical. Only one had ticklish sides.

"We're not done yet. I think we can get at least one more Second Rank witch out of the day." Someone called from the lineup, where fifteen more witches were eagerly awaiting their turns for the day's treatment.

"Alright, come forward and let's see how this goes." Wolfe laughed, pushing the urge to examine his new powers to the back of his mind.

"The lingering mana in here might be enough to push someone over the edge before you even begin to work." The next witch in line chuckled as she staggered forward under the oppressive power of so many Rank Two witches and the high density of mana in the room.

Wolfe flooded her with mana to see if he could condense her aura, but it wasn't quite ready yet. It got close to where the twins were when they came in, but she would need a week or two to finish condensing it and adjust her body in preparation for the advancement.

"Close, but not quite there. Who's next? Let's keep this going before the excess mana from the Pentacle forming is all dispersed."

The first five witches got close to advancement but were not quite there. The next in line was Cook, the muscular and tattooed witch who had appointed herself as the de facto ruler of the kitchen.

Her demeanour made her seem older than she was, or perhaps that was the plethora of tattoos that solidified her image as a veteran line cook, but nobody ever questioned her culinary authority, despite the relatively small age gap.

Wolfe took her hands in his and cleared the last of the embedded bloodline curse from her veins, then poured in Mana until he felt her aura begin to solidify.

After that, he just needed to keep up the flow as she advanced and then stabilized her new aura, and she would officially be a Second Rank witch.

She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This is going to be incredible. I can do so much more in the kitchen now with this new power. Look forward to breakfast tomorrow. I have to go to the garden."

Then she was gone, and the rest of the witches were laughing so hard that tears were running down their cheeks. Even after becoming one of the dozen most powerful known witches on the continent, she was still more concerned about her kitchen.