I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 85: Prepare for war

”Do you think we can win this war?” Miya asked, her voice filled with uncertainty as she gazed at the gathered soldiers preparing for battle.

Henry turned to her, his expression serious. ”Itʼs not whether we can win or not, Miya. Itʼs that we have to win, no matter what.”

Miyaʼs heart sank at his words. ”Right... but the plague has already corrupted half the kingdom. Even if we defeat Ares what will be left of Apollo?”

A heavy silence hung between them as they both took in the gravity of the situation. The soldiers all were filled with a mix of hope and desperation as they awaited their leadersʼ next move.

Beside Henry and Miya stood a figure shrouded in minimalism. He was dressed entirely in black with a mask hiding his features. His presence was so understated that he seemed like an ordinary commoner that was devoid of the power and prestige that accompanied the mages.

However, as he spoke, his voice cut through the tension like a blade. ”No, we will not just defeat Ares. We will conquer them,” he declared with an unwavering conviction that belied his unassuming appearance.

Henry turned to him, surprised by the boldness of his statement. ”And how do you propose we accomplish that?” he asked, intrigued yet cautious.

The masked figure stood tall as his aura shifted slightly as he revealed a hint of power beneath his humble facade.

”We will not only fight with our strength but also with cunning and strategy. We must strike fear into their hearts and show them the true might of Apollo.”

Miya exchanged a glance with Henry, both recognizing that this enigmatic person might hold the key to their success.

Henry and Miya exchanged curious glances, both feeling the weight of the masked figureʼs words. They had no idea who he was or how he had come to stand beside them but something about his presence hinted at a deeper significance.

Unbeknownst to them, this mysterious individual had been directly appointed by the king himself. The king had recognized the gravity of the situation and had chosen this figure for his unique talents and unorthodox strategies that could turn the tide of battle in their favor.

While Henry and Miya focused on traditional tactics, this masked presence embodied a new approach, a wildcard that could potentially shift the balance of power. But for now his identity remained a secret which added an air of intrigue to their already perilous situation.

Henry turned to Miya, his voice resolute. ”Prepare for war. We will attack within a week.”

Miya nodded, her determination rekindled. ”Iʼll gather the mages and organize the troops. We need to ensure everyone is ready for what lies ahead.”

Henry glanced at the masked figure as he contemplated the role he would play in their plans.

”Weʼll need all the strength we can muster,” he added. ”Every soldier, every mage must be prepared to fight for our kingdom.”

As Miya set off to mobilize the forces, Henry felt a renewed sense of purpose. They were on the brink of a critical moment for Apollo, and failure was not an option. With the masked figure by their side, they would aim not just to survive, but to conquer.

Meanwhile at the Easvil estate, Duke Alden received the royal summons. The message bore the kingʼs seal calling upon him and the other dukes to gather at the royal palace to prepare for the looming war.

He read the letter carefully understanding the gravity of the situation. The Kingdom of Apollo, once plagued and weakened was now rallying an army against them, a desperate but dangerous move.

Alden knew that the coming weeks would be crucial for the Ares Kingdom, and the strength of each noble house would be tested.

Without delay, he called for his advisors as he prepared to depart for the capital.

”Send word to the family,” Alden instructed. ”We leave at dawn. The king calls us, and we must answer.”

He glanced toward the training grounds where he knew Julian was hard at work. The time had come to defend not just their land, but the future of their kingdom.

Alden summoned Julian. His expression was more serious than Julian had ever seen. As Julian approached, he could sense the gravity of the situation.

”We are at war,” Alden stated bluntly. Julianʼs eyes widened in shock, he hadnʼt expected the conflict to arrive so soon.

Seeing Julianʼs surprise, Alden quickly added, ”Itʼs the Kingdom of Apollo. Theyʼve gathered an army and are preparing to invade our borders. We leave for the royal palace at dawn.”

Julian felt a wave of relief wash over him. His thoughts flashed to the warning the headmistress had given him about a different, more mysterious threat, a kingdom cloaked in shadow.

For now, that danger was still distant. This war with Apollo, however, was an immediate challenge, one he could face head-on.

”Understood,” Julian replied, steeling himself. ”Iʼll be ready, Father.”

The Easvil estate was busy with activity as preparations for war took full swing. Soldiers sharpened their weapons, polished their armor, and reviewed formations each one aware that their strength could determine the fate of the kingdom.

Mages gathered in groups, casting defensive wards and preparing powerful spells to support the soldiers on the battlefield.

The air was thick with a sense of urgency, and even the servants moved with purpose, ensuring supplies were in order for the journey to the royal capital.

In the training grounds, Julian could see seasoned warriors sparring with recruits, while the estateʼs senior mages instructed younger apprentices on how to channel their magic for maximum effect.

As Julian gazed over the training grounds, his attention was drawn to a young man around his own age. The young spearman was in a fierce sparring session against a sword wielding opponent, and though he was on a losing streak, his expression was calm and unwavering, lacking any sign of frustration or defeat.

Julianʼs eyes narrowed as he observed the young manʼs stance. At first glance, he seemed like a beginner as he hesitated slightly and appeared clumsy.

But Julian, an experienced spear wielder himself, caught the subtle mastery in his form, the slight adjustments in his grip, the precise footwork, and the smooth transitions in his movements. This was no ordinary novice, he was concealing a well-honed skill beneath a facade of inexperience.

Julian decided to keep watching, curious to see if the young man would reveal more of his hidden talent or if he was intentionally keeping it under wraps.