Wolfe spent the remainder of the afternoon repairing the damage to the staff of the Palace, and only managed to finish an hour after dinner service, just before the deep red sun sunk from the sky. Rail had long since given up on standing by the door to keep the line in order, and was relaxed in a recliner, reading while Wolfe worked and sporadically calling in a new client.
But they didn't get to head ho yet. The King's Envoy had brought them a ssage earlier requesting their presence at a Council eting at nightfall. The Ministers had all brought mbers of their families who had been injured in the succession battle to be healed.
These ones should actually be easier, as they were all combat wounded, so it would be mostly scar tissue interfering with the natural flows. That was much easier than genetic disorders, imperfect compatibility among mixed bloodlines, and the dozens of other factors that had led to improperly developed mana systems among the servants.
The eting was in one of the Royal Waiting Rooms, where those invited to et with the King would normally sit and wait for their audience. It was one of the largest private spaces in the Palace, as none of the Ministers knew for sure what it was that Wolfe would have to do to repair the damage that their predecessors and family mbers had taken.
What they did have a good grasp on was how long it normally took him per person, as they had averaged the traffic through the sitting room in the garden over the course of the day. There were only twenty people here in need of service, and at the rate he had been going all day, that should take under two hours.
It would be a long night for Wolfe, but they had prepared the finest of foods, drinks and even a live band to play quietly in the corner for ambience while he worked.
"Welco, Patriarch Noxus, Miss Rail. It's a pleasure to see you both again." Advisor Noctis greeted them as they entered the room.
"Advisor, I do hope that your day went sowhat smoothly after the minor detour to co visit ." Wolfe replied.
The demon sighed and shook his head. "Prince John spent all afternoon worrying about what you did to his sister that that could be so bad she wouldn't speak about it, so we spent six whole hours looking at trinkets on the walls until he finally gave up and went to his rooms. They're still in the castle, by the way, so expect another visit from him tomorrow demanding answers, but pretending that she is a servant girl he favours."
Wolfe chuckled at that. "Have no fear. I have the solution to that. If he pushes too hard for compensation, I will offer to make her my consort in reparations for casting doubt on her dignity. That should sort things out fairly quickly."
One of the older Ministers laughed. "And what will you do if that backfires on you?"
Rail nearly choked on her tongue as she struggled not to say anything in response, but Wolfe only shrugged.
"The way I see it, this is a win-win for . Either he backs off and lets secrets stay secret, or I get a cute Demon Princess as a consort. There really isn't a downside here for ."
"That's what I thought you were going to say." Rail exclaid, then covered her mouth again so that she wouldn't berate him even further in front of the Ministers.
Speaking out against him was considered tacky by Royal Court standards. If they were related, it would be different, but she was not far enough up the ranking system to have a public opinion on the affairs of Ministers and Patriarchs, even if Wolfe was also at Rank Five, as she was.
Nobody was offended, though. They had all been thinking the sa thing. While it would be a huge political ss for one of them to end up in so sort of arranged marriage blackmail situation, the Magi could get away with it simply because he didn't have any ties to the region.
As Wolfe shook hands and introduced himself around the room, he took the opportunity to fix the damage to the family mbers of the Ministers. As expected, they were almost all easy fixes, but when he got to one particular Elder, he found sothing extrely suspicious. The injuries were indicative of a deliberate attempt to cripple, which wasn't uncommon among the people who had been brought in, but unlike the others who had been crippled years ago by a spell or curse, this old man had imnse power, but couldn't access it due to injuries which had been ongoing over the course of the last few years.
Her situation wasn't permanent, soone was actively injuring him on a regular basis to keep him from recovering.
"This one will require a bit more treatnt. Do you have a mont to co with , sir?" Wolfe asked.
A few of the guests looked uncomfortable as Wolfe led him to a side room with a silence spell set over it, and locked the door behind them.
"Alright, I will get right to the point. Did you know that soone is actively attempting to keep you crippled? Most of the damage to your mana system has been done in the last half a year after the first attack began to heal." Wolfe asked.
"I have had my suspicions. But without powers, I don't have any proof. Can you do anything to help?" He asked.
"I think I have sothing that will work just right for you. First, I will heal the damage that is keeping you from accessing your mana cores. Your regeneration is too strong for them to have atrophied, so they're still fully ford, just empty. Then, once I finish that, I am going to cast a spell on you that disguises the mana flow in your body to make it look like you only have one Mana Core.
It will take ti for your body to recover, so I will cast an armour spell on you, placed flush against your skin. If it breaks, you will know exactly who has been targeting you. It should only take a few days to a week to fully recover once I finish, but we can tell the others that it will take up to three months if you prefer."
The demon chuckled. "You do realize that every single person in that room has a truth spell active, do you not?"
Wolfe smiled. "There are many layers of the truth. Not all of them will trigger the spell. Just don't counter anything that I say, and it should be fine."
Wolfe carefully repaired the damage to the elderly Rank Seven Demon, then blurred his internal mana flow to make it appear to others as if he only had one strong mana core, instead of seven healing ones. Very few would take a Rank One Demon as a threat.
The Air Magic barrier was completely transparent, and wouldn't interfere with his day-to-day life, so it could be kept active indefinitely at Wolfe's power level, which a weak flunky wouldn't be able to break.
"Alright, let's go back out."
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