The next morning saw Betty off to sword drills first thing in the morning while Priya collected the Witches, including Stephanie, to work on their Witch Magic for utility.
That left Wolfe sitting across the table from the other four Witches, answering a question he never thought he would hear.
“You want me to what?” He asked.
“As I said, I want you to stretch my insides.” The Witch named Ilyas requested, then paused.
“The mana flow. I want my mana flow increased.” She corrected.
“You want your mana veins stretched? That’s understandable. It’s not a simple one-and-done process like clearing the blockages, though, and it will take a fair bit of time to see maximum results.”
“Yes, we spoke to the others. Ella strongly recommended it to improve our growth rate.” Ilyas told him.
“Alright, remove your cloak so I don’t have to adjust [Detect Hidden] to do this, and we can begin,” Wolfe informed the petite green-haired Witch and her matching emerald eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Are you saying you’ve been using [Detect Hidden] ever since we met you?” She asked.
“I keep it active all the time but toned down so I’m not just looking at a camp full of transparent tents. You have no idea how annoying it is when the spell hides obstacles because you’ve looked too deeply.” Wolfe shrugged.
She nodded and set her cloak over the chair, then squeaked when Wolfe pulled her into his lap.
“Physical contact reduces the side effects. You might feel a slight tingle, a side effect of my magic.” Wolfe told her, then poured mana in full force, filling and stretching her pathways.
Once they reached their limits, he drew it back out and repeated the process for a half hour until she gave up on her stern composure and begged him to stop with a flushed face and sweat glistening on her skin.
“That was, how do I put this? Possibly the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and you only touched her hands. How many sessions will this take?” Amanda, the lone brunette of the group, asked.
“Once a week is what I did for my group before the power-sharing bond, which does it every night, but at a minimum, once a month should be enough to keep seeing steady progress.”
“I need to borrow a bed. My legs aren’t working right.” Ilyas whispered, moving to the back of the room with shaky knees while Amanda took her seat on Wolfe’s thigh.
“Give me what you’ve got.” She demanded.
When the rest of the trained Witches came in after morning practice, Wolfe was reading a book while cooking lunch, and four Witches were sleeping in the back of the bunker.
“They feel stronger already. How long have they been out?” Cassie asked, looking at the weapon enhancement spell Wolfe had been reading.
“Ilyas lasted half an hour. Nobody else made ten minutes. They’ve been out a while, but I’m feeding their aura, so they’ll adjust faster to the new flow rates.”
Cassie nodded, then pointed to the spell. “Have you gotten it working yet?”
“Yeah. I’ve just been playing with it to try to improve the effects. I’ll have to test it later.”
Ella took a second to inspect Wolfe and noticed something different. “Your mana feels different. You didn’t bond those Witches, did you?”
“I wouldn’t do that without asking you. But the effort helped me make a breakthrough in my own abilities. My mana flow rate has increased.” He explained.
Really, the effort had caused the Demonic Bloodline in his body to increase by a significant amount, and the extra power was due to that change.
Working with Pure Blooded Witches seemed to increase the Demonic Bloodline much faster, but Wolfe wasn’t sure if it was because of the nature of the work or because of the purity of the Curse that he drew out of them to fix the damage to their powers.
It was overtaking his Magi Bloodline now that he had spent so much more time sharing mana with Witches who had no Magi Bloodline, and Wolfe was becoming concerned that it might actually start making his body fully Demonic.
The professors had suggested that he was an Incubus, but growing wings or a tail would be a real problem for his image.
Wolfe focused on the Inheritance and looked at the words only he could see on his arm in an attempt to read its version of a progress meter.
[True Name] Beowulfe Abraxas Asmodai Lokarth Noxus
[Magi Bloodline] 38 Percent
[Demon Bloodline] 32 ->45 Percent
[Mana Density] 40 Percent/40 Percent
[Mana Focus 2/7] 18 -> 24 Percent Complete
[Lightning Affinity] Low->Medium
[Fire Affinity] Medium
[Gravity Affinity] Low
[Unholy Affinity] High
[Other Elements Locked Due to Insufficient Bloodline]
Forty-five percent complete Demonic Bloodline was a lot, and he sensed that he was about to pass a milestone. Whether that was good or bad was open to interpretation, but at this point, it was inevitable.
“I will be expecting a gain for myself in the near future then. Every time you get stronger, it helps all of us as well.” Ella smiled.
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“No, you don’t understand,” Ilyas whispered, sitting halfway up before collapsing again.
“Don’t let him do everyone, or we will never be able to retire.” The Witch mumbled, making Cassie and Ella laugh.
“Really, Wolfe? What did you do, go until she begged you to have mercy?” Cassie asked, looking at the exhausted Witch.
“One minute per soldier shouldn’t be an issue. It would take about four hours in total.” Wolfe agreed, ignoring Cassie’s entirely correct suspicions.
“Alright. I will set a timer. One minute per session until everyone is finished, then you can do my mana veins the same way you did these four.” The Lieutenant decided.
Not even Reiko tried to stop her. Everyone just let her make her own mistakes. She was their team leader now anyhow, and a strong leader made for a strong group. Plus, her face was really expressive, and the temptation to watch it was strong.