Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 329 329 Suspicious Demon

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The Professor cast a healing spell, and one of the guards ran off to fetch more people while Wolfe waited patiently in the middle of the hallway with a pair of guns pointed at him.

"Let me out of these ropes, you vile creature." The man he had restrained demanded in a shrill voice.

"Shut up, Marcus. If that's even your real name. I am being nice by only restraining you. If you had a weapon, you'd be ash right now." Wolfe snapped back while the first pair of guards kept their guns trained on him.

Another professor, along with another group of guards, arrived, giving Wolfe a disdainful look.

"Release our staff member." She demanded.

"He has admitted to being a Rebel and is being held on charged of attempted murder, forcible confinement and assault until the Headmistress or an Inquisitor can come here to pass judgment," Wolfe replied.

"Under whose authority?" The Professor demanded.

"The Sylvan Coven Armed Forces. He attempted to murder an active duty military scout." Wolfe replied.

He was still technically serving his time in the Sylvan Army as part of the Priya Battalion as a scout, so a truth spell wouldn't find any lie in his words.

It was a bit of a technicality, and he had most likely been attacked because he was a Demon, but that wasn't the point when Wolfe had to deal with Professors he didn't know.

The Professor cast the man tied up on the floor a pitying look and turned back to Wolfe. "As you say, only the Headmistress or an Inquisitor can judge this matter. Fortunately, there is a visiting Inquisitor here right now, meeting with the Headmistress. We have sent for them both."

The Professor clearly thought that would exonerate the man on the floor, who was struggling pitifully against the bonds Wolfe had put him in.

They had gathered quite the crowd in the hallway by the time the Headmistress and the Inquisitor left their meeting to see what was so important that it couldn't wait.

A number of staff were waiting in the background, wondering what went wrong after Marcus had dragged Wolfe away, why Marcus was tied up on the floor and why Wolfe was holding a Witch in his arms.

Christa was healed already, but for the moment, she didn't dare to move. This was the second time that Wolfe had saved her, though she knew that the Demon had no particular fondness for her and no reason to come to her rescue this time.

She had been unconscious when he arrived, so she didn't know that he didn't come to save her. He was just tricked into going to that location to be ambushed and set up as her murderer.

She couldn't even activate a proper Armour spell of her own anymore. She could use the spell, but a regular sword or even a brutal hit with a bat could break through it, so it was much safer to stay here under Wolfe's protection until she knew what was going on.

She had been taken while she was asleep and woke up to a bunch of goons loyal to her family beating her.

Peach came down the stairs silently, using her new staff to glide down the flights without having to walk. A muscular woman was behind her, with her hood up and face covered, shielding her identity, but the Aura was familiar to Wolfe. If he wasn't mistaken, that was Priya's relative in the Inquisition.

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"Good morning, Headmistress, Inquisitor. Lieutenant Priya sends her best wishes for your continued good health." Wolfe greeted the pair.

The Inquisitor's eyes hardened for a moment, then opened wide in shock as she recognized him.

"And what might a front-line scout from the Sylvan Army be doing here?" The Inquisitor asked.

"Escorting the Headmistress home from the Frozen Wastes. The journey here from our camp isn't particularly safe, so I was nominated to scout for her. I assume that I was supposed to meet with you this afternoon, but this fellow and his friends got impatient." Wolfe replied.

The Inquisitor sighed and cast a spell over the whole area. Wolfe wasn't sure what it was, but it was Witch Magic, and when the spell was over, the Inquisitor had a stern look for the young man on the floor.

"You made a grave error today. First, for trying to set up a double murder while an Inquisitor was in the Academy, but you also tried to ambush a Fourth Rank Demon who was alerted to impending danger." She reprimanded Marcus.

"Fourth Rank?" The two Professors asked in unison.

"Can't you tell? Or did nobody ever teach you how to identify the strength of various Demons? I can sense three complete mana cores and a weaker fourth one in him.

Shooting him when he has armour on wouldn't do anything, even if it were one of the mythical enchanted bullets that the Snow Demon was said to have used against the Mundane Armies in the Wastes."

Wolfe chuckled at the assessment. His own bullets would definitely hurt him if he wanted them to, but not the ones that he made for attacks on the army.

Headmistress Peach was doing her best to hide her laughter as well, but with the Inquisitor so close, that was a lost cause.

"I'm missing something, aren't I?" She asked Peach.

"He IS the Snow Demon." Peach simply replied.

The staff standing down the hall nodded in agreement. Wolfe had told them of his adventures over breakfast, and they had no reason to doubt him.

"We can deal with that this afternoon. First, there are two dead witches in the storage room and one live traitor here. We will need to use a mind charm on him to see what else he knows and how many other hidden traitors we missed in the purge."

"The Academy is for Witches. How dare you mixed breed apologists call us the traitors." Marcus shouted with anger flashing in his green eyes.

"Well, at least we don't need to ask what drove you to attack Christa do we? Marcus Dillon, son of Anna Dillon and Gerald Abilene." Headmistress Peach commented evenly.

It didn't take a genius to realize that the man's fate was essentially sealed already.