Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 1149: 1149 Ciel

There was much hugging and tearful singing as the groups met up with each other.

From what Wolfe could gather, these were more survivors than they had expected to find in the world, and all but one of the groups had thought that they were the last of their kind.

Once they were finished greeting each other, and Priya had confirmed that nobody had been left behind, Wolfe closed the portals. Once they were closed, the winged people, that all appeared to be female, visibly relaxed.

“Can you tell me what happened? I got the basics, but I don’t see any men or children.” Wolfe asked.

A few of them laughed.

“We are Ciel, we don’t need gender, we reproduce by binary fission.” One of them explained.

Wolfe looked them over, but they weren’t identical, as he would have expected from asexual reproduction of that nature.

“Our appearance is a personal preference. We alter it with magic, much like you enhanced your physique. Before we learned the ways of the powers, we were all identical, a servant species to the Seraphim.

But after our planet was destroyed, we scattered and began to make ourselves individuals.” The first to arrive explained.

“Would you like me to contact the Seraphim? They might be able to find more of your people, or a home among the Upper Planes. I know how exclusive many upper planes species prefer to be.” Wolfe offered.

“You can contact the Seraphim? That’s more surprising than the thought that there might have been other populations of our people to survive.

But no, thank you. We would like to settle here.

The Seraphim made it clear that we were expendable and had been expended with our world. They are unlikely to willingly help us find more survivors.

But more importantly, we have changed ourselves, as much as the Witches changed from their human base. Even if there were others, we couldn’t be considered the same species anymore.”

Priya nodded. “I thought you looked a bit like the Seraphim. But to think that you still know how you modified yourselves to gain magic. We’re trying to teach humans to use magic, so their technology doesn’t harm the world as much.”

The Ciel looked horrified, but Wolfe’s smile set them a little more at ease.

“There is no need to worry. The ones here learned their lesson. After they tried to wipe out the Magi, they nearly destroyed the world, and now they’re much more eager to do things the right way.”

“That’s not the first time that you’ve mentioned the Magi. You know they’re a myth, right? We heard the legend of the Undead Saint nearly a thousand years ago from a Fae traveller, but we’ve heard many things about the infamous Pacifist Elementalists over the years.”

Priya laughed again. “When you look at him, or sense his magic, what do you see?”

The Ciel seemed to gather into a pile, as if they were sharing senses as they examined Wolfe.

“Nine cores in an exotic pattern. Nine different magic signatures, incredible mana density. Is he a Planeswalker?”

Wolfe shook his head. “I am a Magi King. The Noxus Family Patriarch, in fact. Here, I will give you a small trinket to prove it.”

Wolfe focused on creating an armour amulet using every element that had could use. The only one that he left out was the Space Element, but then he added extra storage to the pockets on the simple black dress.

“There you go.”

The Ciel took the amulet and passed it between them, trying to decipher all of its powers.

The integration layer was an ability that only Magi could use, as far as Wolfe knew. It was possible that these upper planes beings could do it as well, but it seemed unlikely if they were a servant species, even if they had expanded their magical abilities on their own.

They appeared to be having a mental discussion of the amulet as they examined it, and in the end, they all nodded, before one of them activated it, and they all got a new outfit.

“Well, that was unexpected. I wonder if it’s because you’re all technically clones that the spell takes you all as one entity?” Wolfe mused.

The Ciel considered the answer carefully, then shook their heads in eerie unison.

“Not quite. Part of our talent is to copy magic that another of us is using. So, once the first of us used the spell, everyone else did, and now we all match again.

Different faces make us individuals. But different clothing would suggest that we’re of different ranks, and that would not be appropriate.”

One of them picked up a memory crystal, and they all looked shocked as the object was activated.

“Have you not seen those before?” Priya asked.

It took a moment before one of them answered. “Sorry, information overload. We also share memories by default. It’s for our safety with the humans hunting us, so we know where to avoid.”

Priya frowned. “That sounds a bit horrific. Did you experience the whole process of the humans hunting down your people? Will you be alright around the ones in this world, or even the species that look like them?”

The Ciel nodded. “We will be fine. We understand the differences between the humans of different worlds, and this one must be very different if the healers are here. We knew about the Witches even before our planet died.

They are known to have a nasty temper with their curses, but they heal every bit as well as the Fae, and they can heal the injuries of the lower planes that the Fae and the Upper Plane residents cannot.

If there is an injury that simply must be treated, you find a Witch.”

Wolfe couldn’t argue with that logic, but he hadn’t expected that the servants of the Seraphim would require the aid of them as well. Not when their masters had such powerful magic of their own.

But perhaps it was the nature of the magic, not the power. This world, and the whole mortal plane, was a sort of bridge between the upper and lower planes, while the Witches healing magic and curses were from different sides of the divide.

There was a chance that allowed them to heal things that others could not.

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