Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter  993 Fae Options

Not to be outdone, the Fae began to quickly put together a list of fifteen or so candidates of their various species that they thought might be a suitable option for the Pentacle. Unlike the humans, there was no change in their magic to be worried about, but they were trying to set a balance between youthful exuberance and the level of maturity needed to actually hold down a steady job.

Now, with the Faeries demanding that they be part of the team, that was going to be a difficult one. They weren't known for their responsibility, but there were a few who were already Familiars to the Witches in the other Pentacles, and many of the Fae insisted that should really count, as the advancement of the witches would bring their Familiars up with them.

So, there would soon be many more Faerie Saints than any other species except witches on the planet, simply because they got in early as the Familiars to the other Pentacles.

The Faeries insisted that didn't count because they weren't actually advisors, and were more like the advisor's assistant. They didn't hold a role or a rank, so they shouldn't count toward the fair quota of which Fae species should be in the Pentacle.

Wolfe decided to let them argue that out without any of his input. The only things that he could say would all make things worse, or raise new questions that would lead to more complications in the near future, so remaining silent and not mentioning that making them Familiars was about the only way to get the Faeries to behave seemed like the best course of action.

Back in Morgana Fortress City as a kid, Wolfe knew a few people with ADHD, and the Faeries were a bit like them, in that their attention span could best be measured in seconds, unless they were genuinely interested in something and got hyper fixated on it. That was what was happening now. The Faeries were fixated on becoming part of the Pentacles, as if that would legitimize them in the eyes of the other Fae.

It probably wouldn't. The situation would be more like a madman with a weapon who lived to play practical jokes on other people. You didn't really want to deal with them most of the time, but turning your back on them was also dangerous, as you might be the next target.

Cassie poked Wolfe in the side to get his attention. "Should we start showing the girls around? It's going to take them a little while to grasp the notion that their family's noble titles don't mean anything here. There are so many Nobles that the rankings became redundant, and three quarters of the town is more powerful than they are, including the catgirls who are serving snacks." "That might be for the best. The Fae are going to need some time. Unlike the humans who just needed to find fifteen suitable people, they also need to decide which of the species is going to be included. It sounds like they will give the chances by population. If you're represented in town or on the planet, your species is in the running. But they're leaving out a number of the more populous species from their home world, as they have decided not to involve themselves in this matter." Wolfe explained.

Cassie nodded. "That makes sense, but they should likely find at least one from the Dark Court so that we have a representative from the Dark Fae on the team. It looks like they're not in the room for the argument, and it would be quite rude to shut them out."

One of the Trolls, a slender man with blue skin and overlapping tusks coming out of the corner of his mouth, smiled.

"There aren't only Light Fae here in the room. It's just that the Dark Court gets a bad reputation, so people don't realize that many of use are actually Dark Fae." He explained.

"I stand corrected. Alright, carry on. We will await your decision while we show these lovely young humans around the city. They are going to need some time to adapt to the new reality." Cassie replied with a long-suffering tone that made the Troll smile.

"Trust me, it could be fun in here very soon. Don't forget to take that human King with you as well. Usually when we get to arguing, we end up throwing more than the furniture, and it might not be safe for him to stay." The troll suggested.

Petros smiled as he came to join Wolfe and the others. "You're not going to stop them? It sounds like they have every intention of demolishing the meeting room by the time that they're finished."

Ella nodded. "Likely more than once. But they will fix it again. It's just how the Fae argue. There will be spells thrown around as well, but they're not actually intending to cause serious harm, and they will heal each other once the point is made."

One of the girls from Petros' group looked up at Ella. "That's acceptable? My mother would tan my backside if I even thought about throwing furniture."

"It's tradition between the light and dark Fae. Why don't we have uncle Petros tell everyone a story about how negotiations between the Fallen Empire and the Demon Kings usually go? It's quite similar to how the Fae argue."

Petros rolled his eyes. "How about we don't? There is a reason that only a small portion of the army is privy to the high-level negotiations between the two sides."

Wolfe shrugged. "Either way is fine by me. They'll find out if they're chosen, assuming that it's still being done the same way. For the Wrath Demons at least, I don't see anything changing. They actually want things to stay the way they are because it's fun for them."

That only made the girl more curious, but it made Risa and the other demons nearby laugh. "True. If they started coming with tea parties and sharply worded missives, the Wrath Demons might actually start fights just to make them stop." She agreed.