Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Reiko paused as the crowd turned to see what the Coven Leader’s husbands had to say for themselves, and one of them reluctantly got to his feet and came up to the podium. Wolfe guessed that he was afraid of what Reiko would do to him if he didn’t speak up against the misconceptions, but whatever his motivation was, he at least got up to speak.

“Hello everyone. As you may know, I am the fourth son of the Cordon family, and one of ten chosen to be wed to the new Coven Leader as a peace offering by our families to rebuild the structure that the rebellion had shattered.

Now, I knew going in that this was not a love match, and nobody should have expected it to be. But the Coven Leader’s traditional home is a lovely one, and with the duties of the Consort spread between ten of us, the workload is really quite low.

I mostly work on the human resources tasks which are part of the Consort’s duties. So, everyone who works in the house can attest to my integrity. But I said that to clarify this. The Coven Leader has determined that she is not yet ready for children, and that until she is, it would be better not to have intimate rivalries between her husbands interfering with everyone’s day.

So no, there are no questionable fetishes, public or otherwise, and our relationship is more cordial and professional than anything.”

His speech wasn’t quite what Reiko had been hoping for, but it was the truth as he saw it, and none of the reporters could see even a flicker of red in the truth spells to indicate that he was scripted or fudging the details to make it sound better.

“So, you are not treated like a pet?” One of the reporters asked slyly, giving it a heavy dose of innuendo.

“Though I’m sure the tabloids would love to run with that story, I am sorry to say that there are no leashes or belly rubs, and we only occasionally get yelled at for being on the furniture.”

The crowd burst into laughter at that last bit, and it was enough to distract the reporters from their line of questioning, while the changes that were overtaking the city thanks to the Fae Advisor finished.

The Advisor whispered in Wolfe’s ear from behind. “He’s not lying, either. He did get yelled at for having his feet on an antique couch the first week after the ceremony. But it was the Stewardess and not the Coven Leader who caught him.”

Wolfe saved him from further humiliation and left the Fae Advisor scrambling to hide her popcorn as he stepped forward to speak again.

“Now, there are a lot of you who came here to make exchanges, so I will move away from the meeting and return to that task. For the citizens with smaller amounts to convert, the Council will announce more details soon. But rest assured, the existing coins are still Morgana Currency, and we remind all vendors of that, and that we will be accepting them for conversion in the future.” Wolfe informed the gathered crowd.

They had built up quite a lineup of vehicles from the wealthier families who would need a cube to store their riches, and if he put it off any longer, he was just going to cause a traffic jam on the top floor, which was already smaller than any other, and not designed to have a large flow of traffic.

The crowd quickly realized that it was time for the real even to get started, and the cameras began to pack up. They would be chased away by most of the Families anyhow, as they wouldn’t want anyone trying to record their financial numbers, and it was always better not to offend the people who could get you blacklisted from every industry in town.

They didn’t have to go far, though. Instead of focusing on the actual work, they could interview the celebrities, the famous local witches, business owners and others who had come to the event.

They would have hours to film the footage, and weeks to finish replaying it all before the news cycle would move on.

But for Reiko, it was more important that she start doing damage control, and find out how even an exaggerated version of the details of her relationships made it out of the Council.

The other members knew to keep silent about such things unless they wanted their own Family’s skeletons aired out, so it was more likely one of the staff, or possibly, one of the chosen husbands himself.

They had been forbidden from many public engagements, and the spell would make them loyal, but like the Kind Intentions spell, if they really believed that they were doing it to help, then all sorts of things could slip through the cracks.

Wolfe worked quickly to move through the backlog of vehicles loaded with mana crystals, and then the extra cubes that business owners wanted to have made as a more secure storage facility. There was some talk of a proper banking system being developed, thanks to Arthur, but so far, the witches weren’t completely sold on the idea.

The banks that had set up from Gormana in the Swamps and Forests of Morgana Territory had already begun their preparations for the change, and they were just waiting on the good news that a deal had been reached.The Gormana Guardian was subtly using his influence everywhere that his people were doing business to get more regions on board with their banking system.

They had failed to convince others to adopt their currency, for reasons that were now obvious, with the necessity for magical transactions, and the innate value of the mana itself. But using the Forest Grove Units in their branches would allow witches from all over to deposit and withdraw all over the continent without needing to carry large amounts of cash and risk them being lost should the unfortunate happen.

All he had to do was convince the rest of the Morgana witches, and then he could start working on expanding the network of bank branches. Perhaps a nice new one in the underground residences of Forest Grove itself.

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