The Luckiest Mage Should Have A Harem

Warren should have known, he had been a complete idiot. How could he overlook the most important detail? Why now of all times, when things were just going great?

Warren slumped over with his hands pressed against his temples. He honestly wanted to scream in agony, but as crowds upon crowds of people walked by, he knew it was pointless.

Right now, Warren was almost worthless, seeing as all of his stuff had been snatched.

He had come across a market place, stalls of unknown food and trinkets as far as the eye could see. Of course, Warren had no knowledge of what was real or fake, he just decided to take a look.

Then it happened, someone tapped on his shoulder and said they were lost and needed directions. He turned to say he had no clue when another man tapped him asking for spare change. Then a shoulder of another figure hit his c.h.e.s.t which had knocked him to the ground.

In the bustling streets of the market, no one paid him heed as he noticed that his over head bag was taken, and his pouch of coins was snagged. Everything gone in an instant.

Lucy sighed, "You really are an airhead of an MC, how do you let this happen?"

Warren growled at her, "I was distracted, they caught me off guard. I'm not counting this as a failure."

Lucy hopped onto the curb as a large black canine stalked by, the owner holding a chain to keep it from running away.

The two wanted to relax, but as they both come to learn in downtown High Castle, that was next to impossible.

First you saw warm smiles and lovely people, and suddenly a group of shady men would saunter by like they owned the place.

At first, before the whole dilemma had happened Warren had said his goodbyes to Cargo, the family already hopping on the next Beetle to go back home. Cargo had even told him to watch his back saying that every light casts a shadow. He had been right. For the beauty of High Castle with greenery and great walls, there was the ugly truth and rats that scurried about.

"Well at least I'm not completely broke..." he faked a smile, trying his best to remember any features of the three people who he encountered. The best he got was a short stubby man with a green mohawk. For sure someone would be able to pick the very obvious look apart.

But again, in the hundreds of people who moved about High Castle, blending in was a walk in the park.

Lucy waited as another familiar passed them, this time it had red fur and resembled a wolf, "We should move, I don't like this place."

Warren shook his head, "We can't, I need my money and my id papers. Without it I am basically a criminal."

Lucy sprawled out on the floor and yawned, "It will be dark soon, so do you plan on waiting all night?"

The two already knew the answer.

After a long silence, well besides the constant chattering and shouts, both their faces lit up.

Reya, they still had to meet her at Begg's Inn. Apparently it was where she was staying, and if things came down to it, she could show some hospitality.

Was begging for money even in Warren's nature?

He closed his eyes and fingered his chin, memories of Earth coming back to him. Not once did he ever stoop that low, instead when he first was left on the streets to die, the garbage cans behind restaurants was his first option.

Then he beat that old man, and after, everything changed.

Just the thought of it made Warren grin, he could not help but relive the small victory.

"Alright Lucy, this is just a set back." He stood up and stretched, "For now we meet Reya and beg our eyes out till she helps us out."

He bent down to be on eye level with the black cat, "Then we find these assholes and teach them not to mess with the luckiest Mage."

Lucy laughed, "Luckiest Mage my a.s.s, if you were so lucky why did you get mugged in the first place?"

Warren scratched his head, "We don't have time for stupid questions, come on cat."

The feline annoyingly sat up and found a familiar perch on her Master's shoulder and just like that, Warren started his march toward the castle.

Then another obstacle presented itself.

Where in the hell was the inn?

Lucy could feel Warren realize this and soon, they found themselves sitting back on the bench they had before.

"You know I'm really starting to hate High Castle..."

Lucy nodded, "Agreed."

"And why is that?"

A strong hand hit Warren on the back, the Mage almost collapsing from the impact. He swirled around to see an almost seven foot man, a plump face and a round red nose looming over him.

The man also wore an apron, the white cloth shielding his overalls that wrapped around bulging muscles.

He also donned a baker's hat, the man grinning eagerly at Warren.

Warren narrowed his eyes and prepared himself to run, "Look if you want to steal from me I'm sorry but someone beat you too it."

The man raised a large eyebrow, "Excuse me? Sorry but I ain't no thief,"

He threw his thumb back to point at the building just behind him, "I run that bakery and I got complaints there was a beggar outside."

Warren chuckled, the words making him want to wallow in defeat, he guessed that in the end he looked the part as well.

The man also chuckled and hit Warren again, this time the boy falling off the bench entirely.

"I'm just pulling your leg kid, my wife said their was a poor soul who probably got his High Castle welcome."

Warren coughed and questioned the man, "High Castle welcome?"

"Well anyone can tell when a greenie like you arrives in the city, and from what you said earlier, your stuff got nabbed didn't it?"

Warren nodded, "Yeah it was these three guys who just overwhelmed me and..." Warren realized how pathetic he sounded.

The muscular man snickered and put a hand up, "Yeah so you definitely got a warm welcome. Anyways if you want you can come inside and enjoy a meal."

Lucy's ears shot up at the mention of food, and funnily enough, so did Warren's.

Warren shed a single tear, "Why, you barley know us?"

The man turned to open a small door, "Because, now that you have seen the worst of High Caste, why not see the best."

He opened the door and walked inside, as he did, an aroma of cinnamon and freshly made dough came rushing out.

Warren and Lucy exchanged looks, the two scrambling to get in first. Even people on the street stopped and breathed in heavily, the scent a rare one to smell.

Warren busted through the door, his eyes wide as he took in the scenery.

It was a large open room, round wood tables scattered about with fancy chairs neatly tucked under. The roof was angled upwards, a golden chandelier hanging with lit candles.

The man that had invited them in headed toward a glass display of an assortment of bread and pastries. There was shelves upon shelves of different shapes and smells. Warren eyed a long white piece of bread resembling a baguette, except red swirls were caked on around the outside.

"Hey kid you gonna stare or you gonna come see the magic?"

The man called as he entered through a set of double doors.

Warren did not hesitate, Lucy right on his heels. The two pushed the doors open to see a kitchen in full swing. There was about six people moving about as dishes were washed, pans were coated, dough was spread evenly, and stone ovens were heated.

Warren noticed that a different stone type-oven almost resembled one on Earth, four magic circles replacing were the burners would be. A small boy put his hand over it, a small flame appearing. He placed a pot on top of it.

It was the first time Warren had seen a full kitchen in this world. And how Magic circles were used besides the Beetle.

Warren frowned, realizing how much of a country bumpkin he actually was. Lucy sighed, also realizing how pathetic her Master was.

"Who are you."

The cat and Mage swirled around, a small girl glaring up at them. She wore a light blue frilly dress, red petals depicted on it and a white strap across her front.

Upon further inspection, Warren saw she had a long ponytail of golden locks with a small flower hair clip. She was young, and her face had very stern features.

Lucy nudged Warren, gesturing for him to speak,

"Oh um I'm Warren, I was invit-"

She pointed at Lucy, "Who is that."

Warren winced as he was cut off, but he happily spoke again, "That's Lucy, she's my familiar."

The girl c.o.c.ked her head, "And who is that?"

She pointed at Warren's c.h.e.s.t.

He raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

She stomped her foot, "The man inside you, what's his name!"

Warren flinched as she rose her voice, and a few glances from the workers made him worry,

"Sorry I don't know what you mean?"

She puffed her cheeks up, "Then how can he be inside you? You are dumb, and stupid."

A vein popped on Warren's forehead, a slow hum of anger filling his head, "Alright listen here you little cun-"

"Oh Cynthia! Seems you met our new guest."

The big burley man had made his way back, a heavy hand placed on Warren's shoulder.

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "His Soul is clean, he has a good heart."

The man chuckled and hit Warren on the back, a red mark appearing under his shirt, "You hear that friend, seems you are a good kid afterall."

Warren tried his best to slip away, the man knocking the air out of him. The Mage cleared his throat, "What does she mean good heart?"

Lucy chimed in, "Yeah how can this shitty MC have a good heart?"

Warren moved his leg swiftly, hitting Lucy in the face,the cat falling over in a heap.

The big chef grinned, "Well my daughter here just formed her Magic Base, um... what was it called again sweetie?"

Cynthia eyed Warren, "It's called -Sweet Sense- Father," she turned to Warren, "And it allows me to sense anyones good or bad emotion through senses."

Warren put his hand up, "But what about the man inside m..."

He stopped, a familiar God of Fortune coming to mind, he sighed, "Never mind, but that Magic is amazing."

Cynthia grinned as if expecting the compliment, "I want to be a judge in the Royal Court."

Her Father also smiled, the resemblance of it uncanny, "That's my girl, anyways I forgot to introduce myself."

He clapped his hands together, "The name is Bart Cooks."

Lucy frowned, "What a generic name, also Cooks, really?"

Another swift kick from Warren shut her up, the cat forming a lump on her nose.

Bart glanced at the cat, "Did your familiar just talk?"

Warren shook his head, "Must be your imagination haha..." he did not need anymore questions and suspicion on him, at the moment he was practically a nobody without ID.

Bart motioned toward Warren, "Well what's your name boy?"

Warren bowed, "Warren, Warren Al-"

He stopped himself, giving his pretend last name to practically strangers was not good.

Bart pulled Warren in for a hug, "Well Warren Al, I'll make you a quick meal before you go on your way."

The misunderstanding would have to be enough, Warren still not risking it.

Lucy chirped up and meowed loudly. Bart noticed and winked, "And for your lovely feline friend as well."

He seated them at one of many the round tables, a cloth placed in front of Warren and a bowl for Lucy. Warren waited as Bart disappeared into the kitchen once again. Cynthia on the other hand, had sat right next to Warren.

The boy sighed heavily, "Can I help you?"

Cynthia annoyingly tugged Warren's sleeve, "Who is the man inside you?"

Warren threw a glance toward Lucy, the cat instinctively avoiding it. He shrugged, "No idea kid, sorry."

She hissed, "Lies, I can see it."

Warren cursed her Magic Base, "Well why do I need to tell you?"

Cynthia thumbed her chin, "Because I can sneak you som extra food."

Warren's face went dark, his mind in overdrive as he weighed her words. After careful consideration and the thought of it backfiring, he spoke, "He is the God Of Fortune and Good luck and is using me as entertainment as I slowly almost die every five seconds."

Cynthia shut her mouth, the words seeping into her.

"Oh."

Warren nodded, "Yeah, "oh" is what I would of said too, but a deals a deal so go fetch me some food."

Cynthia c.o.c.ked her head, "What deal?"

Warren's hands bawled into fist, "Okay you piece of shi-"

"FOOD IS SERVED!" Bart burst through the door with a plate of bread rolls, two bowls of soup, and a piece of the white bread Warren had noticed when he came in.

He locked on to the platter and ignored Cynthia who continued to press him with more questions. Bart took notice with a stern glare, "Sweetie it's rude to pester a guest, go find your Mother and help her finish order twenty six."

The eight year old girl g.r.o.a.n.e.d and hopped off her chair. She stomped loudly all the way to the kitchen.

Bart placed a bowl of soup in Lucy's bowl, "I swear that girl will be the death of me. Sorry about that Warren Al."

"Warren Al" nodded, "It's fine she wasn't that much of a nuisance."

Bart laughed and placed the food in front of Warren, "Ha, only if that were true, that spoiled girl always gets what she wants."

Warren dug into the soup first, the Mage disregarding the spoon and lifting it up to his mouth.

Bart rose an eyebrow, "I guess you are not from around here?"

Warren finished the soup in seconds, the stale bread he has had for the past few days washing away from his memories.

Instead a potato and pork soup had filled his stomach, "Sorry what?" Warren said as he took a bite of the sweet white bread.

Bart plopped down on a chair, "You sure are something Warren."

Warren shrugged, "I know, but it's who I am."

Bart looked under the table to see Lucy patting her belly as an empty bowl rolled away.

"Yeah..."

Warren sighed, "Anyways where is your wife, I haven't met her yet and it feels a little wrong?"

Bart waved the question away, "Don't sweat it, she is in work mode and won't even notice you came in, if she did I would be toast right now."

Warren frowned, "Oh, I apologize if Im intruding."

Bart nodded, "Don't worry about it, I was showing you some hospitality, especially since you are going against the Aqua Class."

Warren stopped tearing apart the rolls in front of him, "The what now?"

Bart looked at him, "Guess you definitely aren't from around here. The Aqua Class is the Second years at the academy. Every year gets a color to remember them by. Like the third years is Amber, and the fourth are Moth Gray."

Warren soaked up his words, "So what will mine be if I pass?"

Bart stared at Warren, "You are kidding right?"

Warren slowly shook his head, "Sadly no..."

Bart ran his fingers through his hair, "The King's son is also attending the Mage Trials this Monday, and because such high royalty is doing so,"

He pointed toward the chandelier, "If you pass you will be part of the Gold Class."

The name stuck in Warren's mind, and the news of the king having a son also found a place in his head.

'Oh shit,' he thought as the idea of a tournament was horrifying. Then, the image of a snotty royal weakling passed by. Warren knew most of the time the Prince was a good for nothing asshole in most stories or animes. It was most likely the same now.

Warren dropped the thought and prodded at Bart, "So what makes the Aqua Class so scary?"

The aging man singled in on a certain boy, "His name is Leo, Leo Armice."

Bart suddenly started sweating, "That Magic of his is like no other, and only two people have ever even come close to beating him."

Warren leaned forward, "Who?"

Bart sighed, "The Prince himself and a third year named Citrus um, I can't remember her last name very well." He laughed, "She hasn't caused a ruckus lately so her name has not been in the newspaper has of recently."

Warren froze as still as ice, the thought of his sister "barley" beating someone chilled him to the bone. But as the world willed it, a small grin formed on his face.

"Oh, that is, interesting."

Bart clapped, "Yes well that is King Academy."

He stood up and took Warren's empty plate, "Just don't get on his radar or you are done, simple as that."

Warren thumbed his chin, "I will take note of that, thanks Bart." This was the second time he heard of this Leo. Was it the boy he saw after talking to the female knight. If so, Warren didn't really see the might of him.

The chef bowed, "Don't mention it, also you should probably leave soon as the night is not an ideal place to be in downtown High Castle, especially when you got a face like yours."

Warren touched his cheeks, "What do you mean?"

Bart winked, "If I did not see you down that soup like a Magic Beast I would of mistaken you for royalty, just be careful, gangs will make quick work of you."

Warren smiled, "I would like to seem them try."

The chef chuckled as he sauntered back toward the kitchen, "Well they already have, haven't they?"

Warren but his lip and sighed, "Perhaps."

Bart disappeared, the chandelier candles dying out, and the orange-purple tint of sunset came flooding through the window.

Warren suddenly remembered he had to find Begg's Inn. He quickly shot up and headed toward the kitchen.

Instead, he was found himself face to face with Cynthia. The girl holding a small wooden basket.

She stretched her arm out, the basket dangling in front of Warren's face, "A deal is a deal."

Warren grinned, "Thanks. And by the way Cynthia, do you know where Begg's Inn is by chance?"

She titled her head, "Isn't that the Inn for knights? It should be down Orca road just in front of the shop. Why?"

Warren patted her on the head, "No reason."

He grabbed the basket and Lucy who was already napping. As he made his way toward the door he waved back, "Tell your mother and Father thanks, I'll make sure to come back!"

Warren disappeared, leaving the eight year old alone. She touched her head, the warmth of Warren lingering on her. It was the first time she had sensed someone with such strong will, and even now she could feel his presence.

She blushed, "Hmph, he really is a shitty MC."