The Luckiest Mage Should Have A Harem

-18 years Ago

The Kingdom of Izewell

The Day of Siege-

The sun peeked its head over the horizon, beams of its vision reaching the corners of the kingdom.

Small chirps of birds and bugs mixed together as a hazelnut aroma rolled through the empty streets. The Kingdom of Izewell was beginning to wake.

"Hmph!"

A blade cut cleanly through the air, rapids of sweat cascading across an open courtyard.

As the sword continued, the haystack dummy rocketed backwards as it connected with the steel.

Behind the blade, a young man heaved silently, the morning routine workout finally catching up to him. The lone courtyard helping bring out his technique and precision.

In his head, the young man forced himself to take a stance. His flowing black hair c.a.r.e.s.sed by the low hum of wind that found its way into the castle grounds.

"Hah!"

Another strike hit the dummy, this time a spray of needles falling down as a clean cut was marked across its belly.

"Hey Ron!"

The young man stopped and glanced behind him. To his surprise, his comrade was waving as he trotted across the courtyard.

"What do you want Dean, I'm busy?" Ron said as he looked back at the dummy.

Dean scoffed, "Pissed as ever I see"

Ron countered, "Late as ever I see."

Dean sighed nervously and put his hands up, "In my defense I was celebrating my rank up last night, a few drips of wine never hurt anyone."

Ron rolled his eyes as his sword dug deep into the dummy's shoulder, "Drips my arse, I saw the bottles in the barracks."

Dean shrugged, "Learn to have some fun, jeez."

Ron stopped his volley of attacks and swirled around, the point of the sword inches from Dean's nose.

"Have some fun, we are at war my friend, fun can wait until after we drink atop their corpses."

Ron angrily turned toward his recent foe. Dean on the other hand, crossed his arms, "You know even that's dark for someone like you to say."

Ron bit his lip, "That's War Dean."

Dean sighed and smoothed out his patchy nappy hair. His dark skin shinning as he was sweating from the effects of celebrating" his rank up of yesterday.

He was just happy he was finally a commander, after ten years of service they had finally realized his potential. Well after his childhood friend Ron had passed up the promotion time and time again.

His excuse being that he would lose face if he left his comrades to die. Dean on the other hand, was glad to see himself seated higher at the War Council, only good came of it.

"Now are you gonna stand their like this dummy or go show the one over there what a "commander" is made of." Ron said with a slight smirk.

Dean patted the muscle head on the back and grabbed a plain looking sword off the rack, "I have been working on my footwork..."

The two silently started to train, the dew of the morning slipping away as the sun now overlooked their hardsh.i.p.s.

Little did they know their entire life would change on that day. The day the expansive wall would collapse and a Mage by the name of END would lay waste to the entire kingdom.

The day that Dean ran away.

The day Ron had cut his eyes, as the scene before him was something he wanted to be erased from his vision forever.

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(Present)

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Ron cracked his knuckles as his new allies followed him toward the midst of the campsite. Reya had her daggers ready, watching as men had followed Warren into the forest, leaving only one man left.

Kill Joy, the bandit group's leader who had stayed silent as Reya and Lucy fought of the few who had chased them.

Now it they had to deal with the daunting task of a Rank S Mage.

"Oh look at yuh Ron', pissy as ever." Kill Joy snorted as he saw his eyes. "So the rumors were true, you did shat your pants and go blind. Ha!"

Reya swallowed hard, "Ron are you sure, we can still run, I have a link with Warren I can tell him-"

Ron put a hand up, "This is none of your business, leave if you want, I just want to see what destiny has in store for me."

Ron grinned, "I mean imagine your best friend leaving you for dead 18 years ago and then getting to see him after all this time."

He did a slight hop in the air, "And also your boyfriend is probably having trouble fighting over a dozen men, you should probably help him out."

Reya puffed up her cheeks and pulled her hood farther down, "He isn't my boyfriend!"

Ron laughed and gave her a thumbs up, "Just don't worry about me. I mean we just met a day ago so I'm not gonna make you get involved with my personal agenda."

Lucy nodded, "It's true, we owe this man nothing. I'm going to go help my Master, and if I can tell you one thing Reya, if you stay you will only be in his way."

Reya also nodded, "Fine, I understand. Just..." she looked at Ron, "Don't die, traveling to High Castle without you will be troublesome."

Ron blew air out of his nose, "Seems someone is honest."

Lucy spoke in Reya's mind, 'Let's go, Warren is probably tired as hell right about now.'

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Warren was tired as hell. He had somehow managed to keep the advantage despite their being seventeen men. He had easily taken out five, but as they closed in he was beginning to be overwhelmed. In a frantic attempt to spread them out he found himself in a familiar forest setting. He was accustomed to it, but in the same sense so where the bandits.

He sighed as he dashed behind a tree, an arrow swooshing past his ear. He just wanted to be in the Capital already. Fighting bandits was troublesome enough but doing so alone was like he was barley escaping with his life.

Even if he wanted to run he could never get too far, as the archer he had slowly grown to hate was keeping him in check.

Warren grabbed the sides of his head ,"Why me damnit?!I should of had a smooth ride to the Capital to begin my great journey."

He gripped his broad sword, he was slightly pissed now. Before he wanted to test his luck and after seeing Kill Joy. All he wanted to do was fight him personally, try a few Spells and see how they work.

But no, he was stuck dealing with the grunts who had no idea how to handle a weapon right. He just refused to waste his high level Spells on mere fodder.

Warren s.u.c.k.e.d in air and readied himself, even so he would have his fun.

"Hey there Mage."

Warren froze in fear and bewilderment, the face of a sledge hammer flying toward him. He ducked just in time, the double sided hunk of metal splintering the wood above him.

"Damnit you said you wouldn't miss!"

Warren rolled away and looked at his attackers. To his surprise, a single tubby pale man in leather armor stared at him. He had barley any hair and even one eye was crooked.

"F.u.c.k how do I get my hammer back?!"

"I don't know idiot why did you throw it?"

"Because He was standing still."

"Well go grab it dumbass."

Warren rose an eyebrow, his entire soul confused as he saw the plump man hold a conversation with himself. One of his voices was childish and high pitched while his other voice was deep and seem to be older.

Warren took a stance to strike.

Only, the man simply sauntered over and picked up the sledge hammer.

"Great now where is the Mage?"

"He is to your right idiot."

"Don't call me an idiot!"

Warren let his sword fall away, his face dumbfounded. Was what he witnessing real?

Without even a split second passing, the sledge hammer hit Warren in the gut, the collision sending him flailing backwards.

'What?' Warren said to himself.

The attack he just got hit with was fast...

Faster than Citrus.

Jolts of pain ran down Warren's c.h.e.s.t as the sensation made him want to hurl. If he was not reinforced with Fey he might as well have puked his guts out.

"Dumbass introduce yourself before you attack him!"

"But he was just standing there again."

"I don't care it's rude."

"You're right."

"Im Tid, the fastest swordsman ever."

"Im Sid, the strongest swordsman ever."

There was a long pause.

"Tid don't we use a hammer, how can we be swordsman?"

Sid took a few moments to respond, "Then what else should we say."

They both went silent, Warren still taken aback by the man before him. He was still shocked about the recent attack. He had been caught completely off guard.

Warren grimaced as he spit a loogie of blood on the dirt. Although he found himself dealing with someone odd, he had just been bested. Warren tightened his grip on his sword.

"Hey weirdo what's with the personality disorder, it's really annoying." Warren said aloud.

The man froze,

"Is he talking to me?" Sid said.

"Yes you idiot now answer" Tid said angrily.

"Don't call me an idiot Tid!"

"Sigh... fine, but he just called you a weirdo."

Sid's voice seemed saddened, "Isn't that mean..."

Tid nodded, "Yeah and what do we do to mean people Sid?"

The man slammed his hammer on the ground, the earth beneath it cracking by the sheer force. Warren was flung off balance as a wave of inertia shook the ground beneath him, sending him to a heap on the dirt.

"We smash!"

"Yes Sid we Smash and Bash and make Mr. Joy Happy."

Warren jumped to his feet as he witnessed the strength behind the attack. Not only had the mentally ill man excelled in speed, he seemed strong as well.

Warren smirked, "Alright, let's tango."

Sid c.o.c.ked his head, "Isn't Tango a fruit Tid?"

Tid nodded, "Seems this guy is a nutcase."

Warren sprinted full force forward, his blade lashing out. To his dismay, all of his attacked were countered with ease.

"We best swordsman."

Another gruesome hammer swing connected with Warren's side, but before the impact hit, Warren activated his Spell.

"<Divine Judgement>"

-----(reminder)

Divine Judgement- A spell that has the -Risk- of the attacker's spell to be amplified x2. Or the -Reward- of the Spell being reflected back with x3 power.

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Up until now, the Spell usually worked in Warren's favor, but as it was released, he was flung back first against a tree several meters way. The force was heavy, so much so Warren had to peel himself away from the bark, a slight indention of his body visible.

"Ow..." he said through gritted teeth.

Tid looked at his hammer, "Uh, what was that?"

Sid shook his head, "I don't know Tid I thought that was you!"

Tid cleared his throat, "Yeah I guess I have gotten stronger."

Warren coughed hard as he almost collapsed to the floor. Today was not his day, or the last two days were not in his favor. He got kissed by a psycho girl who could read his mind and tried to kill him, then he got attacked by a gang of bandits for no reason he could think of, and now he was was fighting someone with a split personality.

Great.

Warren sighed and calmed himself down. He rushed forward again, this time more focused than he had before. But before he could close the distance, an arrow came zipping by his face.

Sid jumped like a giddy child, "Marc has our back! Thank you Marc!" Sid glanced at Warren. "Yeah and York is right behind him!"

Warren swirled around, his eyes wide as he barley managed to get his sword up in time. The so called York was a small muscular red head with a short spear. Their weapons clashing together.

Tid face palmed, "We almost had him dumbass."

York grinned, "Damn that block head, almost got ya Mage boy."

Warren grinned, "Maybe you guys should try a little harder."

Another arrow came flying from seemingly nowhere, the trajectory however made Warren freeze. The arrow was on a path to hit York from behind but the bandit quickly ducked and Warren found himself front first with the tip of an arrow.

"Shit." Warren held back his scream as his left shoulder withstood the impact. The arrow only barley sticking, the coat he was wearing actually thwarting most of its power.

York whistled as he uppercut Warren with a devastating fist.

The Mage found himself lying on the ground, pain surging through his entire body. Sid was inching toward him with his sledge hammer ready.

Warren laughed aloud. The men around him stared at him. The Mage g.r.o.a.n.e.d and sat up. As if the previous events never happened, Warren smiled ear to ear.

A cold sensation washed over all of them as he finally got back on his feet, his features dark. Warren could not help it, the feeing he had so surreal

At first he thought he was simply going against nobodies, but their teamwork was impeccable to the point Warren was being thrashed around like trash.

But through the pain and animosity, a fire erupted in his soul. He was thankful, thankful he never had a boring day living in this world, thankful he was facing them, and thankful for being reincarnated.

"Alright, I'll admit I thought you guys were weak. And I was wrong, but...."Warren sighed heavily, "Looks like its my turn now."

Warren poured Fey to his lower half, his muscles straining as they took on the power he acc.u.mulated.

York readied his spear and Marc, a short black man, appeared from around a tree with another arrow notched. The duo personality Sid and Tid were still overtaken by Warren's pure emotions.

To the men it looked as if....

Warren was having fun.

Warren rocketed toward the red headed bandit, hands at the ready as he swung his blade. York scoffed as if offended Warren would use such a straight forward attack.

He went to block it, his mind watching the young Mage with confidence. Then, he witnessed Warren's next move.

He had let go of his sword, the broadsword he held onto for the entire fight falling lifelessly to the ground. Warren stuck his hand out, opening his hand and winking at York. The bandit was now completely exposed for an attack, and Warren gladly took the open invitation to speak his Spell.

"<Fold>"

The Spell gathered crazy amounts of Fey from the surrounding area, a blinding golden light appearing just above Warren's open palm.

York tried his best to maneuver away, but he was miles too late.

The small condensed golden light expanded in an instant, a blast of energy connecting with York's c.h.e.s.t.

*BOOOOM!*

The blast took up all of Warren's vision, the forest in front of him thrown backwards with an insane amount of wind pressure.

As the blast slowly died out, the unconscious body of York and Marc, the archer, laid soundly on scorched earth.

"What the..." Tid said in awe.

Warren grabbed his wrist and shook it, "Dang that has some kick back." He winced as he turned to Tid. "Sorry about your friends."

"HE JUST BEAT YORK AND MARC!" Sid yelled like a child.

"MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER."

Warren yawned and glanced around, "Hey weren't there more of you or something?"

Tid was still silent, letting Sid freak out like a child.

Warren crouched down and picked up his sword. As he came to a stance to face the mentally ill bandit, he touched his Codex Crystal.

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Fey Count: 15

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Warren laughed nervously as he read the number a few times. He had used up almost all of his Magic energy, the Spell <Fold> was the finishing move he had created over a year ago. It was meant to overwhelm anyone with power alone, but the risk of it was that after,

Warren could practically no longer use any more Spells. If he did and his count dropped to zero, he would pass out without warning. Even now he could feel the tugs of sleep, his eyes fluttering as he tried his best to look menacing.

If what he remembered was correct, there were still ten men scouring the forest looking for him, one of them a deranged man with a split personality. Sid and Tid both strong and fast.

What would he do now?

Tid spoke this time, "You have angered Sid Mage boy, that will be your last mistake."

A bright purple light erupted from the man's body, a sphere of Fey surrounding him in a matter of seconds. His Soul Aura stretching out reaching all the way to Warren's feet.

The Mage shuddered, the Sphere of Fey in front of him split perfectly in two. One side was dark red, while the other an even darker blue.

It seems Sid and Tid had done something anyone would fear. They had just created a Magic Base.

Warren knew that a Magic Base can be formed at anytime in someone's life, the simple answer to when was after a huge amount of stress forced them too or if they are taught properly.

Warren gained his after practically killing himself, the wager he made with the Goddess of Misfortune very much stress inducing.

The most common age to create one was at the age of seven, but very few ever did before or after. What Warren was witnessing now, was someone who had just formed a Magic Base after the common age. In the grand scheme of things, forming a Magic Base after the age of seven was even more rare than doing so before.

Sid and Tid were leagues more dangerous now.

"What is this, Sid feels strong?" Sid looked at himself, as if he had a drastic change.

Tid laughed, "You bumbling idiot you just became a full fledged Mage! You can use Magic!"

Warren really did not like dealing with two people in one body, whatever was soon to follow was not going to be pleasant.

"So can I shoot fire balls now???"

Tid face palmed, "No idiot, it's even better than that."

They both spoke in unison, "We can enhance metal."

What?

Warren had the sudden urge to run, as if what they had just said was an attack in itself. It was clear that after forming a Magic Base, unless someone had a Codex Crystal, their was no way someone should be able to know what Magic they posses.

It was just impossible.

Sid rose his hammer, and if like nothing, the shaft elongated and shifted into a white sleek metal and the hammer on each side grew twice the size.

Warren was in trouble now.

Sid smiled like a child, his new giant hammer making him jump for joy. His persona reminded Warren of a kid getting exactly what he asked for Christmas.

"Hey uh, maybe we shouldn't fight, I mean we are both Mages so maybe-"

"Shut up." Tid cut off Warren. "You hurt our friends, so we will hurt you."

'Great,' Warren proclaimed in his head as Sid drew his hammer back. They still had at least five yards between them, and Warren's instincts told him that was not nearly enough.

The he felt it, a slight ping in his mind. Well, more of a voice.

'Warren where are you?'

It was Lucy, the frantic cat calling out telepathically to her Master. The voice alone made him want to cry. He knew that running of alone was probably the worst mistake he could make, but it was the only way to thin the thirty men that had attacked them. It was a decision Warren made after seeing how powerful their leader was.

'Warren?'

This time, a timid female voice said his name, and if he was not mistaken, it was Reya, the mysterious hooded girl he had met a day ago. For some reason she seemed worse off than Lucy, her tone making Warren's heart sink.

Suddenly those emotions subsided, as Lucy, Warren, and Reya had all felt it. The crazy amount of Fey being gathered. It was unstable, to the point that the power would surely destroy anything in its path.

Lucy and Reya exchanged looks of fear and joy. They knew where Warren was now, but they had no idea whose energy was about to send half of the forest into oblivion.

Warren, who was over fifty yards away from them, had not a single clue on what to do.

Sid was charging his Hammer with purple Godlike energy while watching Warren with eyes of pure anger. He was practically saying "no matter where you run, you are dead".

So Warren did not take off in a dead sprint like his mind was telling him too, instead he readied himself for whatever impossible task was before him.

Soon though, his will shattered and he ran off with any might he had left, making a b-line for Lucy. There was no way in hell he could possibly deflect whatever Sid was about to do, so he decided running was his last option, even if he it was un-protagonist like.

Tid laughed, "Seems he ran Sid."

Sid nodded, "And?."

Sid rose his hammer over his head, his Fey still pouring into the weapon full throttle. He was...

Going to throw it.

Warren rushed past shrubbery with blinding speed, his mind focusing on the fear he had recognized. As if fate wanted it so, he came face to face with Reya, her face in shock as she saw him.

They both blushed and looked away.

Lucy was just below them, her mind fixating on the huge amount of energy, "Now's not the time to be gushing like love-struck idiots, we have bigger problems."

Warren shook himself straight, "Yeah um, its good to see your alive Reya."

Reya slightly smiled, "Yeah same, we thought you were in trouble."

Lucy rolled her eyes, knowing full and well Reya was panicking to find him more than even herself. Honestly the two should have just gotten married then and there, or that is what Lucy thought.

But after their awkward greetings, the tide changed to the danger just shy of them.

Lucy spoke first, "What's going on Warren, why is there another Mage, we should have taken them out already."

Warren nervously chuckled, "Well you might have but..."

Reya's mouth fell open, "You mean."

Warren nodded, "He just formed a Magic Base, and if I'm correct whatever that energy is, it's gonna come flying toward us." He shrugged, "Well more importantly me."

They all stood in silence, the powerful Fey still building as they sat in thought. Then it hit Reya, an idea.

She kept her hood down and spoke, "If he is aiming for you, then his attack will have to travel to you first."

Warren nodded, "And?"

Reya continued, "What would happen if you happen to be on the other side of Kill Joy, and that Mage doesn't realize that?"

Lucy caught on, "So you are saying we need to get Warren close to Kill Joy so maybe whatever's about to come our way might come his way as well."

Reya snapped her fingers, "Precisely, from the energy alone I can tell he is reaching the upper ranks of A, and of how unstable it is, we could help Ron out."

Warren put a hand out, "Ron? Is he okay?"

Rey and Lucy exchanged looks, "Its complicated, let's just say that Ron and Kill Joy have a past together and are probably duking it out right now." Lucy hopped onto Warren's shoulder, "So we need to go now."

The trio agreed in unison and started their way back to the clearing. Soon, everything would eventually come to an end, and the reason why a group of bandits would attack teenage Mages would come to be understood.

The reason why Lucy was their target all along.