The Luckiest Mage Should Have A Harem

Lucy hopped onto the wooden floor of the wagon in a hurry, the scene of her master still freaking out making her sigh in frustration.

"Hey Idiot." Lucy said through her fangs. "I have bad news."

Warren calmed down and turned toward his contracted beast, "I have no idea what to do?"

Lucy c.o.c.ked her head, "What?"

Warren bit his lip, "There are thirty of them, I can feel them with my Soul Aura."

It had seemed Warren regained his poise and had taken the effort to see who was tailing them. After he had counted the amount, he started to panic. How would they fight them?

Warren was a Enlightened Rank B, while Cargo was was barley at the top of Rank C and Ron was blind. It was hopeless.

Then, it hit him like a hammer, the realization of a single someone he had just kissed.

Warren grabbed Lucy, "What rank is Red Hood? I just noticed but she can hide her Soul Aura."

Lucy eyes widened, she had completely forgot that only trained Mages at high end academies could learn the trick.

Red Hood would need to be a high A ranked Mage if they had any hope. Then, there was the fact if they could convince her.

Warren scrambled his blond hair with his fingers. He was completely panicking, there was no other way to put it.

He was at a complete lost that he exchanged a kiss with such a beautiful young girl and now he had to think about how he would save his own life.

Lucy felt his scattered emotions, her mind also wondering the same thing. Although hardship was soon to cross their path, Lucy sent the image of her sleeping next to him.

Their connection allowed them to share memories and emotions. If one was feeling something, the other could directly feel it too. Their souls were intertwined. The same reason why Lucy did not emit any Soul Aura. Her Fey was simply mixed with Warren.

So, the soothing image scrolled across his eyes, and after a few seconds Warren spoke, "Thanks Lucy..."

She purred and touched his t.h.i.g.h but as she did so, a different feeling took over him, "I know what you are thinking."

Warren was indeed in a mess, but something rose from his gut. He glanced at Ron, the blind man snoring loud as he rolled over. Warren had let the emotions inside him take a single shape.

Excitement.

He smiled wide as he started to formulate a plan. He would have to take on thirty people. Mercenaries or bandits that had taken life, people who would simply move on after they took his life like nothing.

They were Mages as well, some even powerful enough to rival Warren one on one.

He cleared his mind and echoed one word throughout his body.

Think...

And soon, the pieces of chaos had fallen together as he imagined it. Warren had become a king standing atop everyone, pawns, knights, and bishops surrounding him.

Just like Chess, the next move could change the flow of everything. He had to make it to the Mage Trials and prove to himself that luck was indeed on his side.

A coin flip was not enough anymore. Now that he had found a place with so many variables, he would stop at nothing to test them all. Warren chuckled and patted Lucy on the head,

"We will be fine Lucy, it's just about time we put our luck to the ultimate test."

Lucy shivered, the devil grin she had come to fear materializing on Warren's face. She knew deep down that when he got in this mode, their was no telling what he would do.

Lucy had seen it herself time and time again, even before she had woken up and been reborn. Fragments of the one who possessed her body before, a still image of Warren plunging a knife into his c.h.e.s.t.

The smile he wore as his eyes faded away.

It haunted Lucy ever since, and just like then, Warren was going to go above and beyond to come out the victor.

"Let's get some sleep." Warren said cold, his grin fading and a yawn replacing it.

Lucy laughed internally as the switch between insane maniac to just a sixteen year old kid was daunting. Who would ever see Warren and think he had hundreds of experiences almost leading do his doom.

He glanced at Lucy, "What?"

Lucy shook her head and curled up into a ball, "Nothing."

Warren rose an eyebrow and shrugged. He yawned again and stood up to stretch. He looked toward the darkness, making sure to make himself look tired. To anyone watching, he was simply looking to look, nothing more.

Warren felt chills go down his spine. As he looked away and sat down on the floor, a single moment had been ingrained into his mind.

The small glimmer of metal that was being gripped tightly, tattoos running up a dark skinned arm, muscular and ready to kill.

As he laid himself out and closed his eyes, he thought to himself, 'Why are they waiting?'.

Soon, the darkness of his eyelids beckoned him to slumber and as the fire sputtered out, the campsite went deadly quiet.

Warren winced as he heard the clank of metal, the sound so faint that if he was not aware of the thirty bandits around him, he might of passed it on as Cargo.

He also knew one thing, if they were smart, they would target Arty, Cargo, Ron, and then Warren. The thought chilling.

He no longer wanted to think what they would do with Cargo's wife and son.

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"Hey boy get up and do your part!" Cargo set a heavy hand on Warren's shoulder and shook him hard.

The boy jolted upwards and put his hand up, "No I don't want to be spanked!"

Cargo and Ann giggled as Warren suddenly realized what he had just said aloud. Ron also joined in, "I don't know what you were dreaming of kid but by me we will ignore it if you can sweep like a pro."

Warren glanced around to see that everyone had started moving about. Even to Warren's surprise, the Hooded Girl sat next to Arty talking silently.

He felt his heart sink and suddenly had the urge to ask when did they get so close.

Ann kissed Cargo on the cheek, "I'm going to go check on Darius."

Cargo hesitantly nodded.

Warren watched Ann kiss her husband, a few thoughts coming back to him.

However. the thought was pushed aside as a broom handle hit him square on the head.

"Oh sorry son I thought you would catch it." Ron said with his hand out. Warren rubbed the lump on his head and angrily looked at the blind man.

After a few seconds Warren realized that he couldn't really be mad since the man had to ability to see he definitely did not have his hands out. Warren grasped the broom and began doing his part. He also noticed Lucy was still sound asleep under the cart since he felt no emotions. She must of moved during sunrise.

The Mage reluctantly swept the dirt into a pile, throwing glances every so often at Red Hood still sitting next to Arty. Once he even saw the plump coach driver laugh aloud, the scene making Warren sweep even harder.

"If you keep staring you might lose an eye boy." It was Cargo caring a stack of firewood.

"Oh, no just never expected um..." he did not know how to put it.

Cargo dropped the wood and dusted himself off, "I get yuh, I was just has shocked when Reya said she was interested in how the Beetle works."

Warren froze, "Wait what did you just say?!"

Cargo also stopped, "Uh what, the part about being shocked?"

Warren shook his head, "No you said Reya instead of Red Hood."

The bald man realized what he was asking , "Oh haha, that's her name, she talked to us this morning while you were sound asleep."

Warren's heart had weighed tons now. It was very off putting that the "mysterious" girl had opened up and suddenly became friendly.

"She is such a sweet girl, she complicated me on my shine."

Warren bit his lip, "Shine?"

Cargo pointed toward his white head, a small dazzle coming off as the sun hit it.

Warren exhaled heavily and nodded, "That is a very nice shine I must admit, but on another note," he set down the broom and edged closer to Cargo. "What else did she say?"

Cargo confusingly shrugged, "Just asked about our Magic and ranks, nothing much. Oh and she pressed this crystal against our arms saying it was a good luck charm or somethin'."

Cargo's eyes fell on a gold shimmer above Warren's shirt, "Ah a crystal like the one you have, I guess they are pretty common."

Warren's mind opened up, he knew exactly what she was doing. Getting close so if she was in trouble they would help her out. She was indeed preparing to fight. She even went as far as to use her Codex Crystal to look at their status. It looks as if Reya even knew their was no way to outrun thirty men.

"You okay, you went all wide eyed and quiet."

Warren smiled and waved him off, "Yeah sorry just processing it all, just weird that she suddenly opened up."

Cargo patted Warren on the back, "Or maybe you got the hots for her eh?"

Warren let the comment slip into silence, but after a while his face went red like a tomato. He was still embarrassed as can be.

"Also she got my son Darius to speak, he hasn't in over a month. I have no idea how either."

Warren rose an eyebrow, "Did she show you guys her face?"

Cargo shook his head, "Nope she only did with Darius, and can you guess what he said?"

Warren spoke clearly as the memory of Reya's face flooded back to him, "Beautiful..."

Cargo stuttered at his answer, "Woah you must be a good guesser, he said "your pretty" actually."

Warren took the statement and continued, "Ha close one. Also Cargo can I um ask something about Darius?"

The man put a hand up, "You don't have to, I can answer it already."

Warren say down just as Cargo did, the age suddenly catching up to his appearance. He seemed worn out and depressed.

"Hey has something called Wound Decay. A month ago he got attacked by a ForkedFang and got scratched. Hell, I was in the Capital selling goods when I got the letter a week later. Apparently the wound was decay based, meaning it constantly redoes the wound over and over again."

A wash of sadness washed over both of them.

"What does decay based mean?"

Cargo stared forward, his eyes searching strongly, "It means that every day around morning the wound reopens again and he feels the same pain. The ForkedFang was a Rank S, something I did not know could even be around Ara Village."

As if on cue, a blood curdling scream came from just beyond the wagon. Warren began to get up but Cargo placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, my wife is with him and has the medicine, I guess we are already use to it."

Warren's hands balled into fist as he sat back down, "I'm sorry Car-"

The man removed his hand and cut him off, "Sorry doesn't fix anything Warren, it's why we are going to High Castle to find someone with healing capabilities. I mean what else can we do?"

Warren narrowed his eyes and spoke firmly,

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"I can heal him."

Cargo's eyes went wide as he sat in shock, "What? What did you just say?"

"I can heal your son Cargo."

The man scoffed and grabbed Warren's collar, "You think this is some joke, their is no way in hell a kid like you ca-"

Warren's face was dead serious, and as Cargo saw it, he staggered back, "You are being serious?"

Warren nodded, "If I recall from my studies if someone sustains a wound from a Magical Beast then the only way to heal it is with a healing spell equivalent in rank."

Cargo put his hands up, "Exactly, he was hit with a Ranks S attack, I know no one has such healing capability in Ara Village, it's impossible."

Warren sighed and touched his Codex Crystal, the grey slate materializing for his eyes only. He glanced at it, a single spell standing out to him.

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(S)Karma's Heal- this spell will rewind any wound to the state before application as a -Reward-. The -Risk- is that all pain suffered previously will be replayed.

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Warren disliked using the spell however, since he had his mother to do most of his healing. It was a simple fix to when he did such daring and idiotic things, a Spell that would heal any wound.

Although, there was a catch. For example, if Warren broke his arm and used <Karma's Heal> to fix it, the same pain he had felt from the moment he broke it to the moment he used the Spell would surge through his body once again. In a sense, to heal a broken bone it would feel like he had broken it twice.

If the injury was great enough, the pain could lead to shock induced death. Warren had created the Spell after Lucy had gotten cut by a GreyWolf.

Now, it seemed he would have to use it again. After a long pause Warren made his Status Screen visible to Cargo. The man slowly walked over and stared at the spell before him.

Soon, tears had streamed down his face and the burley man was hugging Warren with all of his might.

Ron had noticed and stalked over, "What's going on?"

Cargo let Warren go, the boy half dead as he gasped for air.

"He can heal Darius, he can heal my son!" Cargo went to hug Ron but the tall man lunged away.

"That's great my friend, who knew this youngster was actually the mysterious one?"

Ron and Cargo hurried to tell his wife the news and soon Arty had also come over. Warren was slightly aggravated however, everyone had already known about Darius, the group warming up while Warren was sleeping.

"Looks like you aren't as weak as you thought."

Warren stopped touching his Codex Crystal and swirled around to face a hooded figure.

"Excuse me?" He said through gritted teeth.

"I only saw you were Rank B and since I can't see other people's Spells through a Codex Crystal I had no idea you were holding a S leveled one."

Warren ignored her statement, "No what's this about me being weak?"

Reya turned away, "It's obvious, most people taking the Mage trials are Rank A and above, not many Rank Bs make it. In most eyes your about average."

Warren tried to climb over the side to grab her but instead his face was squished against a wall, an invisible one. It seemed the barrier was keeping him from dealing with the recent annoyance in his life.

Reya scoffed, "Seems I was right, you aren't Warren Alister."

What?

Warren pulled back and looked at Reya in pure bewilderment. He was sure he was Warren.

"What? Are you cra-" Warren held his tongue as a dagger tip was placed just an inch from his throat.

"I'm not dumb. I asked Artius the driver how this Beetle worked. He takes the name of those who are scheduled to ride and puts it in the Magi Tablet Stone. It's how the barrier works. Only the people who put their true names can pass through without fail, the same style barrier used in big cities to keep criminals out."

She pushed the dagger forward ever so slightly, a small trickle of blood streaming down Warren's neck.

"I uh. Trust me I-"

Reya spoke loudly, "Shut up sc.u.m, how could you peg a family with a sick child as easy money?"

Warren winced at her proclamation, "What the hell do you mean?!"

Reya spoke cold and harshly, "Isn't it obvious? Why would their be thirty men tailing a small group of five? That's usually only possible if they have been told to do so, especially out in the country."

Warren was screaming for Lucy, but for some reason no answer had come.

"That won't work, I cut that link last night."

Warren had tried to move his hands but before he could another dagger dug into the palm, nailing it against the wood seat.

Warren howled in pain, the small dagger cutting cleanly through.

Rey lifted up her hood, her beautiful face shrouded in anger. She was ready to kill.

Warren fought through the pain, "Reya please I know we just met but I have an explanation, I used a fake name because..."

He stopped himself, the memory of his friends distancing themselves after he told them his family name, as if the single word sparked hatred. In the end, he could not bring himself to say it.

"Die."

The dagger sprang forward and in the single second it did, Warren managed to utter two words.

"<Divine Judgement>"

The dagger banged off his neck as if it were steel, the dagger flying up with blinding speed. Reya fell backwards from the impact, three more daggers clanging to the dirt.

Warren let his air he held in go, the exhale making him realize had had lived somehow. In the instant he regained a semblance of reality he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"LUUUUCCCYYY!"

Cargo rounded the corner, the scene of Reya on her rear shivering in pain and Warren yelling full volume made him freeze in confusion.

He glanced at Reya who put a hand up, "Stay back Cargo, he is a criminal who has been leading bandits to our trail."

The man sat in silence, as if the words Reya spoke had done nothing. Instead, he walked over and put a hand out to help Reya up.

"I'm sorry to both of you."

Warren had finished his cry and leaned against the barrier, the dagger keeping him from trying to move anywhere.

Cargo continued, "Warren isn't the rat."

Both Warren and Reya glared at Cargo.

The man was still crying to his hearts content, but something was different. The tears were not one of joy as before, but one filled with guilt and sorrow.

"I'm the rat, I need the money to pay for Darius' treatment. I mean do you know how many gold coins it is to get Wound Decay treated, especially at S level?"

Cargo wiped away his tears, "Warren changed all of that though, and this is all my fault. I'm so so so sorry."

Warren snapped to the view of Lucy, the cat charging her spell.

"Wait Lucy!"

A stream of black energy shot out form Lucy's c.h.e.s.t, the beam of darkness hitting Reya with a sickening thud. The girl was pushed to the floor as her entire state of balance went haywire. Reya clasped a hand over her mouth as the Fey that seeped from her body made her gag.

Cargo swirled around to Lucy, his eyes in complete awe at what had happened. Warren wanted to facepalm, but his hand was still stuck against the wood seats.

More jolts of pain ran up his arm and as he forced himself to a crouch, "Cargo you bastard, how cou-"

His sentence was cut short, the small WOOSH and THUD of an arrow digging into Cargo's back ringing out. Without another word, his body slumped to the ground.

Both Warren and Reya managed to exchange looks and Lucy raced toward her master.

"Well well well, looks like our job is about done."

The duo swirled up to see a figure appear from the tree-line.

It was the same arm Warren had barley saw in the darkness. A dark, tall, and tattooed man walked forward. The black ink on his skin resembled that of dragon scales, the depiction crawling up his right arm and across his head. He had a brutish face littered with tiny scars and tattooed scales. The muscular man watched Warren through crimson eyes, the color matching his red furred coat that had a barrage of holes and tears. The man screamed criminal, and as he drew a long black katana, Warren knew what he was about to face.

"Yo little mages, the name is Joy." He held his other hand up, his palm facing Warren as if to say "prepare yourself".

"Kill Joy."