The Luckiest Mage Should Have A Harem

Warren grabbed his side, blood spewing onto his palm. He had taken a heavy blow, and now because of his arrogance he was inches away from Death's door.

"Warren!!!" called a female voice from behind him.

He ignored it, grasping his iron broadsword and reading himself. It was do or die now, and the blood that now caked his entire side his timer.

He would have to honestly fight to kill, something he never wanted to experience.

He fell to one knee from the sudden jolt of pain, his breath hot and waning as he looked up, "Would you spare me a second or is that too much to ask?"

In a single swoop, a blade cut cleanly through Warren's neck, the muscles and bone blasting backwards from the force.

How had it all come to this? Why was the gruesome scene playing out and the lifeless body of Warren falling the ground in a heap.

"Why?"

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Warren yawned as he tossed his bag in the back of the wagon. Even though he had an eventful morning, the dregs of sleep still clung on as he rounded the wooden cart. In the front, a man sat quietly as he scribbled with a pencil.

"I'm all set Arty." Warren said as he grasped the edge of the side and pulled himself over. With a thud, he sat perfectly on the cushioned bench, a broad smile across his face.

In the wagon, five other people shot him a worried gaze. The uneasiness of the familiarity slowly spread to all of them, Warren quickly losing his joy. He had wanted his first ride on a coach to be more warm and friendly, but as the vehicle began to move, the thought was discarded all together. Right across from Warren sat a figure dr.a.p.ed in a red hood, only the black locks of hair showing the figure was indeed a human.

He watched carefully, noticing that the small figure had white gloves on. To the figure's left, a family of three kept to themselves. A mother with soft and round features accompanied by a burley man with bulging muscles.

Although, the bald Father still was rather small compared to Warren's father, and as the Mage watched closer, he caught a glimpse of his Family seal under his woman-beater shirt. It was the shape of a dove, a small depiction of a flame placed were its heart would be.

Between the two, a boy sat in silence, his head hung low with little life in his eyes. Warren guessed questioning why he looked sick would be a stretch and talking to the mysterious hooded man in front of him was a far cry.

Farther toward the head of the wagon, a man had his eyes closed, two scars crossed over his eyelids. Warren nervously swallowed his curiosity and looked at Arty the coach driver. The plump red haired man whistled a pleasant tune as he placed his hand on a protruding stone tablet just beside him.

Warren raised an eyebrow, a small hint of light coming from the slab as Arty whispered under his breath. After a few long awkward sentences, the wagon slowly moved forward, the pace slow and steady.

Oddly enough, the coach was moving on its own, no horses pulling the wood box forward. Instead, it seemed a Magic Seal had appeared on the tablet Arty had touched.

Warren was confused, the contraption something he did not even know. From just a quick glance it looked as if Arty was moving the wagon with Magic, a cycle of Fey moving the metal wheels.

The sun was still rising, the shine making Warren notice the small shimmer of something just above him. He leaned forward and surveyed the sky again.

"It's a barrier."

The silence was broken, the blind man to Warren's right speaking up. Warren jumped from the sudden voice, laughing embarrassingly as he steadied himself.

"Oh, thank you, its my first time seeing one."

It was true, never had he seen a barrier, or if you could call "seeing it" catching nothing but a small glimmer.

"I'm surprised, is this your first time on a Beetle?"

Warren nodded, a long pause answering him. He sighed and realized his mistake, "Yeah, I live in Ara village after all."

"Do you live in the Shroud district?" This time the Father had spoken up, his body turned to face them.

Warren shook his head, "No we leave just near Contra district, my parents don't really like having neighbors."

It was a lie, they lived just outside Shroud. The real reason was that because they were a Burden Family. If people caught wind that previous royalty was living next to them only trouble could follow. It was the same reason Warren never attended public school after second grade. Due to a misfortunate accident when he attended grade school. He had spilled the beans about his last name to a teacher.

Soon after he had somehow failed second grade, the A's he once made disappearing altogether.

Warren knew exactly why it had happened, and after his parents heard about it, he was home schooled for the remainder of the last seven years.

He knew his name would only bring misfortune, so hiding him was their top priority. If a Burden Family had a healthy son who excelled at Magic, it would be questionable if the genes would make the Gambit family powerful again.

Warren would be killed immediately if the Mandate caught wind of his birth. So he never had much experience with the outside world, the only thing close enough being the books his Mother brought him.

If he was correct, the term "Beetle" referred to a Magic Machine that produced a movement effect. Warren now understood the white seal next to Arty.

"Never seen your face before son, what's your name?"

Warren swallowed hard, "Warren, Warren Alister."

He would now go by his middle name, the name his Father had. Citrus however, went by Citrus Secly, their Mother's name.

"What a strong name boy, its nice to meet ya' " he reached over and held his hand out, Warren gladly shook it and winced as his hand almost shattered.

"By the way I am Cargo, and this is my wife Anna." She weakly waved at Warren. "And this is my son Darius."

The boy did not move a single muscle, his eyes trained on the floor. He opened his mouth, but nothing came forth.

He closed it and a long silence drew over the group. Warren rubbed his neck, thankful he had started a conversation. They would be traveling together after all.

If something went awry they would most likely go through it together. Although, the blinded man had yet to say another word. He actually had a slightly annoyed face, as if to say, "I wanted to teach the youngster'.

Soon, Warren found himself staring down the hooded figure across from him. Of course, all he saw was the tipped cloth of the hood and the small peeks of black hair as the Beetle jerked.

They had found themselves three hours into the travel, their surroundings taking the form of a small open plain of wild grass and lone trees.

Warren continued his stare, wondering how he would break the silence once again. Even if he utterly s.u.c.k.e.d at talking with new people, anything would kill the slow rattle of wood and metal mixed with an occasional buzz from a Whasp.

Warren understood they were the equivalent to Earth's Bees, even if the name was geared more towards its more annoying cousins who bite more than sting.

He fluffed his blonde hair, the curly locks falling over his face.

"Stop the cart Coachman!"

Everyone, including the hooded figure perked up to see the blind man standing. Arty turned to the man, "uh, wha-why?"

Before Warren could even comprehend why he had yelled, two iron dagger had appeared in the man's hand.

"It's three full grown GreyWolf's just in front of us."

Arty glared forward, only to be met by the sight of a hill they were scaling. If what the man had said was true, they would soon run into them.

Then, he cleared his throat, "Sorry I meant behind us."

A low growl spiraled into Warren ears as Anna screamed in panic. She protected their son as the GreyWolf leaped onto the coach. In the second it did, the iron dagger the blind man once held dug into its forehead. He had thrown it with deadly for e

In the matter of a few seconds, the man had killed it. Warren finally noticed a major issue...

He had no weapons.

He face palmed for his stupidity. Anyone should know the danger of traveling, and doing so without some type of weapon was practically suicide. He readied his fist however, standing up to see where the other two might be.

Behind him, he heard the small whimper and a clang of metal. Everyone on the coach turned to the sound. Two lifeless bodies of the GreyWolfs laid about, above them, the hooded figure stood. Its back toward the group as it leaned down and touched the creatures bodies.

Soon, their bodies dissolved into ash, revealing that the person had single handily killed two Magical beast within seconds.

The purple orbs were snatched up, and before Warren could truly process everything, the coach was moving once more.

"Not bad mysterious man, looks like you won't be useless." It was Cargo, the man snickering as everyone relaxed, the blinded man had decided fo move to the end of the coach, sitting across from Anna.

The man seemed to be willing to protect the family if the mistake happened again. Now, Warren and the figure were twice as isolated.

The act had shown the front would gladly be protected by Red Hood. The new name given to their skillful acquaintance.

Warren now more than ever wanted to hear his voice. As the blind man and Cargo conversed, he tried his hand.

"So, what's with the hood?"

Nothing...

"What rank are you, you must be a B with that quickness?"

Nothing...

"Are you even a guy?" Warren annoyingly asked.

"No, I'm a girl."

Warren's mouth fell open, and after he heard the soft voice of a female, he decided that was enough information for now. He switched his attention to the baseball sized purple orbs she held in her hand.

From his knowledge, only Magical Beast dropped those, normal Beast rotting like any other animal. The reason was that their Fey was pure to the point that in death it hardened into a physical substance. It had fetched a pretty penny from what his Father had told them. The bigger the size, the more immense the power inside.

He narrowed his eyes, pouring Fey into them. Just has he was taught, a small purple sphere of energy appeared around the orbs. It was their Soul Aura.

Warren then glanced over to Cargo, the bald man's Soul Aura big enough to barley encase the back half of the wagon. It had a dark green hue.

The blind man's however, stretched outward, teasing the edges of the wagon. He must be an Empowered Rank B, while Cargo was most likely a Divine Rank C.

Warren glanced in on himself, his golden Soul Aura passing the wagon, stretching a few feet away from the edge. He grinned, knowing that he was a few months away from moving up a stage.

He wanted to reach his sister has fast as possible.

'Stop acting all mighty.' Lucy said inside his head. Warren quickly stopped using Fey on his eyes and spoke, 'I was just giving myself motivation a.s.s cat.'

Lucy giggled, 'So what's with that grin?'

Warren noticed he was smiling like a perv. He sighed as no one had seen him in that state.

'Anyways where are you?' Warren annoyingly asked.

'Under the cart, I can ride on the stabilizing planks just fine.'

Warren had no idea what that was.

'You have no idea what that is do you?" Lucy asked through spurts of laughter.

Warren furrowed his eyebrows, "If I wanted I could kill you, you get that right A.s.s Cat?"

Lucy stuck a tongue out through her mind.

Warren shut off the telepathy and exhaled heavily. Sometimes he literally wanted to punt Lucy into a fire. But alas it was just her being herself, doing everything to get Warren mad.

"So you have a contracted Beast."

It was the hooded girl sitting across from him.

"H-h-how did you know?"

She stayed silent and sighed. She pointed to her head, "You are too noisy, I'm trying to sleep."

Warren shut his mouth, but again he never spoke. So what did she mean?

Inside both Warren and Lucy's head, the girl spoke, 'Please.'

Both Warren and Lucy went deadly quiet, as if they had both been violated in a way that was indescribable. Warren no longer talked in his head, instead he started thinking.

'Who in the flying f.u.c.k is this girl?'

He had no clue what had just happened, and from what he experienced it had to be her Magic Base. But what could allow her to invade his mind? It was the few places he personally owned.

Warren laughed internally, the situation he was in even worse now. First he was with a blind man who somehow guessed wrong about a pack of wolves and could summon daggers, Secondly Cargo's son practically looked dead; he might as well have been a doll, and Thirdly the red hooded girl before him had the ability of telepathy and could possibly hear his thoughts.

Warren almost began to sweat, unsure how he would stop himself from thinking. Soon he found the task impossible. It was his complete defeat.

A few hours later, Arty had parked the Beetle in a small camping site set aside for travelers. Cargo had made a fire place just shy of the back and the hooded figure had disappeared all together. The group also found out the blind man's names was Ron, the person sleeping soundly next to Warren who had yet to move from his spot on the wagon.

It was completely dark now, and as the moon rose Lucy hopped up to greet her Master. Before she even sat down Warren had ceased the cat, "What the hell was that Lucy?!" He asked in a fret.

Lucy shrugged, "How the hell would I know, I am just a cat, or as you say, "A.s.s Cat"."

Warren tightened his grip, "This isn't the time for bickering, we have to figure out her Magic."

Lucy fled from Warren's grasp. She now found herself perched across from him, just of out of his reach.

The cat shrugged her feline shoulders, "Why do we need to, I mean their isn't really a point?"

Warren waved the mellow answer away, "Do you know how dangerous she could be, I mean..."

Warren thumbed his chin, trying to decide how to word his next sentence.

Lucy waited patiently, her yellow slits watching him closely.

"Look Lucy, I happen to be a boy, and um, certain thoughts might go through my head and it may come off as perv- I mean weird and um."

Lucy grinned a devilish grin, "Ho ho?"

Warren pointed at her, "Don't."

Lucy stalked away, making extra sure she could not be caught, "So you are worried about your libido showing, how pathetic Master."

Warren's face went red, even in the dark he looked like a tomato, "I just, it's like my privacy is gone."

Lucy kept her grin, "Don't worry, as a female I can tell you that this "Red hood" is as flat as a board, nothing to gawk a-"

Lucy hit something solid, the cat falling on her rear.

Warren and Lucy both shot their gazes up to see "Red Hood" sitting silently.

Warren swallowed hard, "Uhhh..."

She spoke up, "It's okay, the cat is right."

Lucy and Warren shared a few nervous glances, "So what brings you here um, Red Hood?"

The figure was completely shroud in cloth, no features able to be seen.

"I came her for business Warren Alister." She removed her hood. Dark locks fell around her face, hiding most of her features. Through the darkness, both Lucy and Warren could see the glisten of her violet eyes that emitted a small glow.

They were cold and serious.

"I'll be blunt Mage, we are being tailed."

Warren's ears perked up, and without a chance to ask he looked around the clearing.

"Idiot!" She pronounced.

She moved forward and grabbed his cheeks, she pulled him in and kissed his upper lip. For a split second he smelled the scent of apple, he also caught a glimpse of her face.

She was young and beautiful, while her features complimented her cold attitude. Lucy froze, and Warren almost completely shut down.

'Whaaaaaaaat!' Warren screamed inside his head.

The girl winced and covered her ears. He noticed her in pain and quickly stopped his panic, "I'm so sorry I forgot you can hear m-"

She put her hand up, her white glove blocking Warren from seeing her face, "It's fine, just don't scream okay."

Warren slowly nodded in agreement. He was still in utter disbelief, he had just been kissed by a random stranger.

"Why did you um..."

It was obvious however, if Warren had used his eyes to look for mages they would have been spotted immediately. Their pursuers would know they no longer could stay hidden and if things went south, they could act now. Although, Lucy was still contemplating whether kissing a boy she had just met was the best course of action.

Red Hood scooted away, "They are watching us now, if you look for them then our advantage is gone. So I just..."

She curled up in a ball and threw her hood back over her head ,"I don't know."

Lucy looked at Warren, the cat still unsure of what she just saw was real. He touched his upper lip, his first kiss taken away by someone he did not even know.

His face burst into a peachy pink, and without another word he buried it into his hands out of embarrassment. He had no idea what emotions began to stir, and soon he was sweating bullets.

After regaining some pride he looked back to were Red Hood once was.

She was gone.

Now, Warren was left in shock with the sleeping Ron at the back of the wagon and the crackle of fire. Lucy waved a paw in front of Warren, the boy replaying the sensation he had felt.

"Hey, stop being a love struck idiot." Lucy demanded.

Warren pinched his arm, the pain bringing him back to reality.

Lucy continued, "What did she look like?"

Warren looked at the cat and spoke one word, "Beautiful."

Lucy sighed in annoyance. He was still in a trance, he was indeed going through puberty. Although this was not his first go around.

Lucy left the wagon, leaving Warren to his thoughts. She needed to find Red Hood and get more details. If her Master's life was at stake she would act now and not later. She was sure a few humans were nothing and could be dealt with without a hiccup.

She sprinted toward a very obvious tree, low and behold, behind it the mysterious Red Hood was curled up in a ball of embarrassment.

Lucy rolled her eyes, it was like the only capable people were angsty teens for some reason. 'And why now?' she thought to herself.

"Hey Red Hood."

The girl jumped and put up a fist to protect herself.

Lucy waited in annoyance.

Red Hood finally noticed and quickly fixed her posture, "Can I help you?" She said in a cold tone.

Lucy hissed, "Don't try to go back to being mysterious, I totally saw you acting like a giddy little girl."

Red hood sighed, "I know..."

They both sat in silence. Lucy watched as she took long breaths to calm herself, "Now, what do you want?"

Lucy ignored that she still tried to go back to being the cold and passive stranger.

"Who is tailing us? How many? How powerful?"

Red Hood spoke immediately, "Bandits or mercenaries it is hard to tell. Thirty in total. Three Divine Rank Ds, Fifteen Divine Rank Cs, ten Empowered Rank Bs, and two Empowered Rank As."

Lucy's heart sunk. Why was such a large group of men? What were they after?

Lucy took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking, "What is their goal?"

Red Hood seem to freeze at the question, as if Lucy had struck a nerve.

She spoke quietly, but Lucy had heard it clear as day. The single word sending shivers down her spine as she dashed away toward the cart. The single word played over and over in her head as she did. The bandits were indeed after "Mages.".

Lucy hurried as a a question filled her mind,

'How would they get out of this one?'