The Luckiest Mage Should Have A Harem

Warren aimlessly walked back and forth, a drove of metal trinkets lining the shelf in front of him.

He had found himself at the local blacksmith shop, his recent endeavor making him lose his expensive sword. Even now he was contemplating whether to go back and search for the blade he angrily threw away.

He could have melted it down for a small price and made a dagger, although, Warren never really experienced wielding a blade that small. It was pointless to try and pick up the skill now. He was best with a broadsword afterall.

He annoyingly picked up a copper pot, staring it down as if to try and make it a sword.

"I hope you plan on cooking a mean stew with a face like that."

Warren realized his hard gaze and glanced down the isle to see the familiar face of his Uncle Cruz, the one with Speed Enhancement Magic.

Warren smirked, "It would still be better than what you bring to our New Years Feast."

The aging man had deep black hair with small strands of white seeping through. He also donned a familiar face to Warren's Father with a deep scar across his chin.

The most noticeable feature however being his tall stature shielded by the shiny silver armor he wore.

"Don't you dare ridicule my Rabbit Apple Stew." He said while crossing his arms.

Warren chuckled and tossed the copper pot over his shoulder. In the instant he had let go, a strong gust of wind came rushing toward him. The pot had been stopped in mid-air, Cruz holding it annoyingly.

Warren whistled, "Seems like you still got it old man."

Cruz laughed and put the pot in a box behind him, "Of course I do, even in this silly armor I'm the fastest Mage in this Village."

Warren eyed Cruz, as if waiting for something.

Cruz sighed, "Well every since your sis' left."

Warren grinned, he loved making his uncle admit he was indeed the "second" fastest person in the Village.

"On that hand Warry, how is she doing?" Cruz asked nervously. It was clear he cared about her deeply, seeing as her Magic was very close to his.

They sat in silence, Warren wondering how to answer. In the past year she had only written back once, and it was simply to ask for some coins to get new boots. She was probably swamped with so many assignments and jobs she had little time to prepare a proper letter. It was common knowledge King Academy students were worked to the bone.

Warren finally spoke, "She is doing fine, I mean she is at King Academy."

Cruz patted his nephew on the shoulder, "Ya damn right she is, I'm sure she is an S Rank Mage right about now!"

The term "S Rank" lingered on Warren's conscious. He was not even sure what he would be classed at. His Magic being well, different.

"And by the way, why are you shirtless?" Cruz examined Warren's muscular upper body, wondering why it seemed he was a bit darker too.

Warren shrugged and walked the isle as he talked, "Wyvern trouble, I dealt with it already."

Cruz whistled this time, "Looks like your mentally insane Magic works eh?"

Warren scoffed, "Do you even know how it works old man?"

Cruz shrugged and made weird gestures with his arms, "It's like you do some of this and that, almost die and suddenly you win. I can't really explain it, its well..."

The boy sighed and finished the sentence, "Different, I know."

Cruz nervously nodded, "So how is Magic training going, I mean how do you even train that Base of yours?"

Warren stopped in his tracks, a few blades hanging on display, "Hard, I have an idea for a Spell but I keep messing it up." He grasped the hilt of a saber, the curved blade rather charming.

"Maybe if I increase my Fey output I can maximize the impact."

Cruz sauntered over and also grabbed a sword from the display, "Impact? Sounds like someone wants a finishing move."

Warren swung the saber in an arc, the balance perfect, "Not exactly, I already have a finishing move, this one is more like a fail safe."

Cruz grinned, "Oh, so unlike your Father you can actually think."

The sword stopped inches from the wall, Warren bit his lip. The blade felt off, almost like it was unnatural. It would not work, he was too accustomed to a broad sword.

"Yeah, I plan of winning by losing." The boy said while he sadly placed the blade back on the rack. He did not even feel like testing the others.

Cruz took note, "I mean whatever makes that Magic of yours work must be amazing."

Warren ignored his anger of not liking the blade and smiled, "Yep, all I need is a chance."

Cruz put the sword he grabbed away and reached in his pocket. He slowly pulled out a few stacks of paper.

"A chance you say, then what about this." Cruz handed Warren the papers, the boy raising an eyebrow.

He read carefully, and after reading it again several times, he hugged his uncle. In his hands, was a paid expense passport to High Castle, the capital of Azura.

Warren planned on getting one when he got there, which in most cases took three days to finalize, meaning he had very little time to do any exploring. With this, he could simply walk through the doors and be on his way.

Warren hugged his uncle for a few more seconds, remnants of his life on Earth flooding back to him. In a sense, this was his first true gift from a relative.

"Now now, don't kill me." Cruz tapped his nephew on the back, Warren finally letting go. He had a determined look in his eyes.

"I won't waste this, thank you." He bowed.

"Also maybe go shopping in High castle for a sword, it might help you out more than any of these half assed swords." Cruz lazily pointed to the display.

Warren shook his head, "I only have 50 Silver, a sword might be more than that if its in the Capital."

Cruz grinned ear to ear, "Now now, don't you be humble now oh great Dragon slayer. Here..."

There was a small clink sound as a gold coin landed in Warren's opened palm. He eyed the coin carefully, it being equivalent to 100 Silver Coins.

Then, as if the puzzle in his mind finally fell into place, Warren had figured out the solution to his Spell problem. A Spell that could shake the very foundations of the world, but for now he set it aside.

Warren grinned, "You son of a bitch." He hugged Cruz again before finally deciding to go. He had to see his parents before he set off to the Capital. It would take two days to get there by cart or four by foot and he had four days until the Mage Trials began.

Luckily enough, Warren knew the stage coach driver. He would most likely leave tomorrow at sunrise.

"Hey Warren." Cruz called out to his nephew. Warren was already halfway out the door but stopped and looked back to see his Uncle crying.

"Just this once, can I ask a favor." He said quietly.

Warren's eyes widened as he saw the tears, "Yes?"

Cruz gave him a thumbs up, "Go prove the Gambit family ain't trash, that just because we are a Burden family that don't mean we are worthless."

Warren simply nodded before closing the door. As he walked down the path, he glanced down at his Family Insignia, the eight of hearts card still there. The image permanently stuck to his c.h.e.s.t.

He thought back to what he was told all that time ago, the story of his bloodline.

The Gambit Family was once a royal family, sitting at the High Guilds Table as equals. A once proud family that was known to produce the greatest and fastest Battle Mages. Most of the Gambit Family had Magic related to speed, Warren was the first to change that, while Citrus was the fastest Gambit to live.

Then, Grizwall made its move to change Azura to a Monarchy and destroy the High Guild. In the process, The Gambit family was first to go. Falling victim to Frost, the family of ice. The only Family to be faster than the Gambit Mages.

Warren had only heard stories, how they were able to freeze Magic itself, their cold hearts leading the charge for Grizwall's take over.

Now, Warren's family would be called a Burden Family. They simply reminded everyone of the past and nothing more. They did not help the Mandate which replaced the High Guild under the king, and would never even be commoners.

An awkward in between, a family with Royal blood, but no power. Burden Families were forbidden from having more than an eight generations, meaning Warren and Citrus were by law, suppose to be the last Mages allowed to carry the Gambit name.

The eight on the card signifying just that. Warren really did not mind the label he had on his blood, he had only three goals. Stop the war between Azura and the Fairies, become the strongest Mage, and meet his Mother.

After that he had not a single clue of what to do, perhaps go on a rampage and wager against who Karma called "Father", the god of everything.

Or simply see were his destiny takes him.

Warren sighed as he came to the stout two story wood cabin. The cozy abode had been his house for the last sixteen years, and the only time in both his lifetimes he could call something home.

He reached out and put a hand on the door. He could feel the warmth coming from the inside, followed by the small scent of apple pie tingling his noise and the loud laughter of his Father.

Warren exhaled and looked up toward the rising sun, he was grateful for everything he had been given and just for a moment, he was grateful for meeting Karma.

Then he heard Lucy's loud meow and something falling over. Warren felt the cry of help from her. She was asleep all today and did not do her rounds around the house as usual. Warren had written it off as a normal lazy day and did not disturb her.

But now, he felt her in despair. He slammed open the door, his fist ready to fight.

Warren's face was littered with shock and his mouth fell open. It was as if the universe came crashing down and anguish filled Warren's heart.

"Hey Warrryyyy!!! Long time no see, I see Lucy has grown a lot."

Citrus was indeed chasing Lucy around the house, the cat barley avoiding her grasp. The thing that had shocked Warren however, was her appearance.

She was tall, slender, her back arched and powerful, longer hair that skated down her back, and a great aura. She was even taller than Warren, something he did not believe would happen. When she had left, she was imm.a.t.u.r.e, had her hair in two pony tails and was overly excited about every small thing.

Now, her maturity seemed leagues above what she was and her Magic twice as powerful. Warren swallowed hard, the person before him something he never realized would happen. She was three years older after all and attended the greatest Mage academy.

"Soooo, is shirtless your new thing?" She asked as she grinned with perfect white teeth.

Warren laughed and shrugged, "I mean I do look good after all, I mean I got pecks and abs." Warren poked his side, and for some reason he winced in pain. He was still affected by almost being burnt alive.

His mother realized it quickly, the aging woman hurrying over and grabbing his arm, "What happened Warren?!"

His Father downed an entire mug of beer before belching and yawing. After he did, he loudly spoke, "I sent the boy to hunt a wyvern, since your alive I guess you did it eh?"

Warren chuckled, "Hell yeah I sent that lizard to its grave."

Alister pridefully nodded, "That's my boy! Now its time for a toast."

Everyone sighed as they realized he was drunk. He drank after every mission he went on, the reason why he wobbled over to pat his son on the back.

Warren's Mother however, seemed furious, "YOU DID WHAT?!"

Alister immediately stood upright and cleared his throat. He knew not to face the wrath of his wife,

"I uh, um, I had my own mission to do and I did not want the village to be terrorized any longer so I sent Warren."

He stumbled over and seem to present Warren like a prize animal, "I mean look at em, all um, alive and not dead."

Warren's Mother sighed heavily and angrily spoke, "I will over look this Alister BECAUSE he does not seem to be too hurt. But if you do not tell me next time I guarantee you will be punished."

Alister bowed and scurried away, "Yes honey."

Citrus giggled, "Seems like nothings changed too much." She slowly walked over to her brother, "But you seem..."

Warren watched her closely, "I seem what?"

She karate chopped him, "You seem capable."

Warren almost fell back from her hit, as if that chop was normal to her now. She was truly strong.

"Warren please let me heal you." His mother said, pulling him toward a chair. Lucy had now found a perch on a shelf, eyeing Citrus with caution. Citrus winked at Lucy, as it to say "next time cat".

She swallowed hard and hissed back. Warren watched the two and could not help but be amused, because in his head Lucy was forming a plan to get revenge. He knew that was very unlikely, seeing as the cat could barley do one spell.

"So what's this about a Wyvern?" His Mother demanded while examining his body.

Warren plopped down on a chair, the Magic from his mom already flowing into his body. It was her Magic, -Accelerated Healing-. The Magic being a godsend as through all Warren's rigorous training he had sustained countless injuries, some even on purpose to get out of training. Time and time again however, his Mother would heal him and he would go right back to it. He dreaded the fact he could never "get out" of it. Even on the days he was sick his Mother would heal him quickly and send him out to practice.

Warren was truly lucky, and as more Fey touched his body, his Mother spoke her spell, ""

Just like that he was healed and suddenly he got the urge to jump up and go train. Warren caught himself though, face palming. Was he becoming a generic MC who loves training and all they do is train?

He shivered, calming himself as not to give his Father any ideas of early morning training.

"Hey now that you are healed, wanna play tag?" Citrus leaned over and met Warren's gaze. The siblings staring at each other as if both their moods had changed.

In their time as being brother and sister, they had played one thousand matches. Warren had won five hundred do to his mind and dumb luck, while Citrus had also won five hundred do to her speed and raw ability.

The idea of settling their perfect tie had never occurred to them, and as the words filled both their ears, Warren answered, "Do you wanna lose that badly?"

He smirked and Citrus began to laugh, "Tough talk for someone who hasn't even passed the Mage Trials."

Alister slammed the wooden table with his hand, "Haha, she totally got you Warren!"

Warren's Mother sighed, "Honey do you ever shut up?"

Alister winced and hung his head, the intense aura around him completely gone. He sipped his beer in defeat.

Warren though, did not even hear him, his eyes watching his sister carefully, "Seems someone has confidence, I would happily like to crush it."

Their Mother rolled her eyes and got up. She made her way over to a cabinet and pulled out a plain white shirt. She tossed it over her head, the cloth landing on Warren's face.

"If you are going to fight, do it with a shirt on."

She said annoyingly.

Warren quickly put the shirt on and stood up, "So who goes first?" He asked while taking a stance. He was ready to begin at any moment.

Citrus disappeared in a single instant, the blue smoke particles all Warren saw as she appeared behind him, "Why don't we flip a coin?"

She was mocking her brother, knowing full and well his obsession with betting and wagering would get the better of them. It was quite simple after all, if she was it first, she would win.

If she was not it, she would win.

The chance of Warren actually winning was almost zero. Citrus was ready to crush him, three years of training under the greatest Mages driving her confidence.

To her, it was just like before. All her brother had was his mind, Citrus sure she could surpass him easily.

Warren had already taken out the gold coin Cruz had given him, his devilish grin making Citrus shudder. She had rarely seen that hideous smile, the events that follow after crazy and unpredictable.

Lucy spoke through telepathy, 'Are we going to do the thing Master, if so let's crush her right now.'

'No, I haven't made it perfect yet, that Spell could kill her.'

Lucy rolled her eyes, 'You know she wouldn't, just look at her Soul Aura.'

Warren already knew that, the fact that his sisters Soul Aura was insane. Soul Aura was the manifestation of one's Fey, for most it is a sphere that surrounds them, looking like a dome of sorts that a Mage can sense anything in.

Only other Mages could see it, and it was up to the Mage themselves to show it. For Warren, his golden Soul Aura spanned the inside of the dining room and barley touched the upstairs roof.

Citrus however, had hers concealed, the technique only advanced Mages could accomplish. At the moment, Warren had not a single clue how powerful his sister was.

Through gossip he had heard that the King of Azura, Davaniel Crow, had a Soul Aura that spanned the entire Capital. His rank above a Z Ranked Mage, that being even more powerful than an SSS Mage.

Just thinking about such a thing was insane to picture. To put it bluntly, it meant the King could take on an entire Continent's army without fail.

So what was his sister? An A Rank, or perhaps even on the verge of being a S rank?

Warren wanted to know, to see the gap between them.

Citrus disappeared again, appearing again in front of Warren, "You are trying to see my Soul Aura aren't you?"

Lucy and her Master both gasped in their head. They had been found out so quickly. Warren shrugged, "Maybe, It's not li-"

He stopped talking as the most intense pressure had ever felt was released. The red aura of his sister instantly taking up the entire house, and as her Fey grew in power, Warren began to sweat uncontrollably.

Their Mother was struck in awe as well, the Magic she was witnessing surpassing any Mage in Ara Village. Even the drunk who wallowed in defeat suddenly became sober, his eyes locking on to his daughter.

It was clear now...

Citrus was indeed an S rank Mage, and from that comparison, Warren could tell he was a measly B ranked Mage.

"Do you still want to try me?" Citrus asked, her question piercing Warren's amazement.

Through sheer force, he pushed back against the pressure he felt, the feeling barley letting him think. After wiping away his sweat, he spoke, "Why would I ever miss this chance..."

He flipped the coin, the golden circle spiraling in the air.

Citrus called first, "Heads for me to be it."

Warren started to laugh uncontrollably, "Haha, well then."

The coin bounced off the floor and spun dramatically. The entire Gambit family focusing on it. The room fell silent as the face of the first queen of Azura faced upwards.

In a single instant Warren had dove under the table, the hand of his sister missing his back within inches. Beads of sweat poured down his body as he scrambled forward in a hurry.

As he came out and rolled to a stand, he was met with the gaze of his sister, "Not bad Warry, not many dodge the first one."

Warren shrugged, "Guess I'm just special. Oh yeah, Dad can you-"

Before Warren could finish his sentence, Alister tossed the wooden broadsword Warren used to practice with over the years. As the handle was grasped by his hands, his sister dissolved into thin air.

He swung behind him, his efforts futile as the wooden blade was caught by his sister's hand.

He clicked his tongues and pulled away, the next move already in action.

Citrus had used her first spell her body almost appearing in two places at once. She had greatly increased the capability of her originals Spell.

Warren jumped and spun his body mid air. He had narrowly dodged his sister's outstretched fingers once again.

Their Mother grabbed the broom and began to sweep as if not affected by their actions, "Take it outside you problem children." She demanded.

Alister laughed as Warren sprinted at the wall and leaped through the window Lucy had opened in advance.

He came crashing down on the soft grass, his eyes searching for Citrus. Lucy was beside him now, her feline irises also searching frantically.

'Lucy prepare for and ' Warren commanded through telepathy. It was time he showed his sister his own power through the Spells he had created with his will alone.

Lucy nodded and took off toward the forest at full speed. The forest they had so many memories in. From the countless times they had played tag with Citrus, to the lonely afternoons she waited for Warren to return with his Father battered and bruised from training. Even the first time she had met her Master all those years ago took place there.

Now, they were going to win this match and prove that luck was on their side.

Citrus blinked into existence, her eyes wicked as she spoke her spell, ""

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World Split (S Level)- World split is a Spell that simultaneously takes the speed from Citrus' allowing her to use attacks at her full speed without disappearing.

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Warren gasped for air as an explosion of wind pressure collided with his body. He flailed backwards through the air as if he was thrown like a ball. The pain echoed throughout his body as he hit back first against the tree line of the forest. Instead of stopping, he had snapped the tree he hit in two, the force carrying him farther to a gruesome landing.

He found himself completely taken aback as leaves gracefully fell on to his face. Warren however, was not groveling in pain or screaming in agony. Instead, he was excited beyond belief. The Spell he was hit with something ripped straight out of an anime, he even was propelled back as if he was mere paper.

If he did not reinforce his body with Fey, he was sure he could of actually been cleanly cut in two. He also realized that Citrus had held back just enough to not kill him.

He laughed aloud before heaving his broken body up to stand. This was going to be fun, and as he glared back to were his sister was, Lucy spoke happily, 'Preparations Complete Master, also what was that loud noise?"

Warren swatted the cats voice away, his focus on the wooden sword he had luckily kept in his grasp.

"So how to you like that Warren?" She asked from behind him.

Warren smirked, "You really are predictable sis, maybe try not going behind me to taunt."

Her eyes widened. A sudden wave of fatigue spreading across her body. She collapsed to her knees and found herself begging for air.

It was Lucy's Spell, .

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Black Luck- The Spell devours the energy and Luck of the one hit with it, giving it to Lucy.

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Warren pointed his wooden sword at Citrus, "Sorry but not Sorry."

The air around seem to collapse inward to a single point, that point being the edge of the wooden blade.

It was the finishing move Warren had honed to destroy anyone who got too close.

""

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Fold(A Level)- Fold with gather all the surrounding Fey and any Fey inside Warren's body. After, the gathered Fey with condense to a single point, allowing Warren to fire a single blast of golden energy at Full power.

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