Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The group from the helicopter slowed as Wolfe's message was relayed around to the ones who couldn't hear his thoughts, but they still came fully armed toward the school, and Wolfe could see the students beginning to panic.

There was an intercom speaker mounted on the wall, so Wolfe pressed the button and addressed the school.

"Students of, well, whatever world you came from before you invaded the Morgana Academy. If everyone will kindly meet me outside, we will be having a special assembly. I am Saint Wolfe Noxus, and I have taken over the daily operations of this Academy effective immediately.

Failure to comply is not an option."

That got their attention, but the fake students still didn't want to come out of the classrooms. It seemed that they believed that the protective spell only worked inside the rooms, and that they were safer there than they were anywhere else.

That was partially true, there were defensive spells on the classrooms, but they were mostly inactive now from lack of maintenance after the witches were forced from the main grounds. If they wanted to keep hiding, he would just have the Fae drag them out into the courtyard.

"I will make this easy. Either you are out here in two minutes, or I will drop the protective spells on the entire academy and level it with you in it. I can have it renovated in under a week. It's your call." He tried over the intercom again.

That had a bit more luck, and as the group outside lowered their weapons, and Wolfe led the witches from the gymnasium outside, the ones from the basement bunkers began to join them.

There was more than one group, so there were some other Witches hidden in the Academy that hadn't activated the barriers on the panic rooms. That was a good sign, and the number of survivors began to look much better than it had before.

The uniforms were the same, and at first, the others didn't notice that it wasn't their people coming outside and not being attacked, so they slowly relented and began to join the flow of people before they realized that Wolfe had freed the witches.

"Welcome, everyone, it is certainly an unexpected pleasure to meet you all." Wolfe began, while the humans gave him a concerned look.

"For now, the protective barriers are in place over the whole academy, preventing the untimely demise of any more of the students and faculty of this Academy. I see that there was an incident here while I was away, and that is unacceptable.

The unit Commander has already taken personal responsibility for the incident here, so the question remains of what do I do with you all? Sending you out into the wilderness would be inadvisable. If you survived, you would likely attack the innocent civilians of the villages in the area.

We could send you home, but that would only prolong the problem, as I am well aware that your people are able to open portals near to the last one that you sent. Making you someone else's problem is tempting, but I am feeling benevolent today, so I will ask you.

As soldiers of an invading army, whose mission has failed, what should I do with you?"

Wolfe paused to see if anyone would come up with a good answer. When there were none forthcoming, Wolfe sighed, and Cassie turned away from the crowd so they couldn't see her laughing at Wolfe's reluctance to come up with a solution on his own.

His question hadn't been rhetorical, he was just being lazy.

"Alright, let's go with this. I'm assuming that since you're hiding here and not trying to reconnect with other units from your world, it means you want to live.

But I can't let you continue to keep my people hostage while you play house at the school. Instead, we are going to repurpose you. A good friend of ours operates a mine on his home properties. So, I will send you to him, and he will have you serve a sentence of hard labour, then set you free when it is over and our two worlds have reconciled." Wolfe decided.

"Do you really think that is possible?" One of the younger soldiers asked, before being smacked in the back of the head for being an idiot.

"When he says reconcile, he means either we stop coming here or he kills everyone who tries to take up the mantle of Emperor." The man behind him, presumably his Sergeant, growled.

"Oh, you are an intelligent one. Yes, the solution is that straightforward. If they stop bothering us, we have no intentions of following them to their world to pick a fight. But your world does not have the power to overtake this one, not even close to it.

So, we will continue taking prisoners to reduce the power of the mage corps, or whatever you all call your people, until such time as your aspiring Emperors learn their lesson.

Now, I did consider sending an Undead Horde to your world, as it has worked wonderfully in the past, but once they have surrendered, the soldiers of your army have proven quite reasonable."

The Sergeant caught on quickly, and frowned. "And you don't keep an army of undead around just for giggles, so when you send one to another world, you use their soldiers as the undead."

Wolfe nodded, and the Demon behind him clapped in celebration for someone finally catching onto the true horror that was an annoyed Magi Patriarch.

"Alright, we will agree to a work sentence." The Sergeant agreed.

A number of others turned to him to protest, but his glare shut them all up in seconds.

The Fae Guardian poked Wolfe in the side. "You know, there is no need to send them out mining, we have a need for workers right here at the Academy. We have a number of projects ongoing that could use more labour, and with the proper encouragement, they can be assigned to a nice glassware factory just outside the Academy grounds."

Wolfe thought about that for a second before agreeing.

"That settles it, then. The protector of the Academy will serve as your supervisor while your sentence is ongoing. Thanks to the lovely forest all around you, running away would be quite hazardous to your health, but I will expand the protective spells over the glassware factory, so the monsters in the woods don't eat you while you sleep." Wolfe informed them.

"But you have to tell Peach that her Academy was overrun while she was away." The Fae whispered.

The simple solutions always came with a catch.