I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian returned to his camp with a sly grin on his face as he reflected on the night’s events. Morning arrived swiftly, and the group wasted no time preparing for the rest of their journey.

The travel was smooth, with Julian using the time to meditate and refine his control over the pixels.

By the evening, the towering gates of the royal capital came into view. The sight of the bustling city and its grand architecture, illuminated by the setting sun was overwhelmingly beautiful.

The loud ringing of the bell echoed through out the royal capital, signalling the arrival of someone of great importance. Crowds gathered along the streets as the majestic carriage bearing the Easvil symbol passed through the gates.

It was not just every day that someone of the importance of Duke would visit the royal capital. Whispers spread like wildfire, and all eyes were fixed on the duke’s emblem, speculating on the purpose of this visit.

The carriage continued to advance towards the royal palace, its polished surface shining in the setting sun.

After an hour of travel through the lively capital, the carriage came to a stop in front of the royal palace. The architecture was a marvel of grandeur and authority.

The gates opened, allowing the carriage to proceed past the grand fountain that added to the beauty of the palace.

Inside the throne room, the air was thick with anticipation and curiosity. The king and queen sat regally on their raised thrones, their presence commanding respect and reverence.

On a slightly lower platform, two stunning women sat with grace and elegance. Their features were resembling those of the royal couple, and opposite these women was an empty seat, luxurious and highly decorated.

Before the royal family were the court members and ministers of the kingdom.

On both sides of the massive hall, servants and guards stood at attention. Their expressions were disciplined yet curious about the awaited guest.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the guard’s voice boomed through the hall, “Young Duke of the Easvil family is entering!”

The massive doors creaked open slowly, amplifying the anticipation that filled the room. All present seemed to hold their breath as the figure of Julian Easvil began to take shape through the widening gap.

Dressed in an attire that blended grace with authority, his aura filled the room even before he stepped fully into view. The light from the grand chandeliers reflected off his blonde hair, creating a divine glow.

As Julian entered the throne room, an instant wave of awe swept over the gathered onlookers. His majestic figure radiated a presence so commanding and graceful that it seemed almost otherworldly.

Each step he took was exuding an air of effortless charm and authority.

His blue eyes glowed faintly, seeming to pierce through every soul in the room. However, the most captivating aspect was his attire—a flowing kimono of blue and white, its fabric appearing almost alive as it moved with him.

It seemed to amplify his ethereal aura, making him appear less like a nobleman and more like a celestial being gracing the mortal realm.

Even the Queen seemed utterly captivated by the vision before her. Her composed demeanor faltered briefly as her gaze lingered on Julian.

Every woman in the room found herself enchanted; soft blushes spread across their faces as they took in the mesmerizing sight of the Young Duke of Easvil.

However, while the women in the room were enchanted, ministers, and other power players wore expressions of unease. Though captivated by his presence, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of defiance in Julian’s choice of attire.

To dress in such attire in the heart of the royal palace, under the gaze of the king and the queen, was nothing short of a silent challenge to the traditional rules and the hierarchy they upheld.

Yet, no one dared voice their discontent. There was something undeniably fitting about the attire, as if it had been crafted solely for him and the very idea of requesting him to wear anything else felt out of line.

Julian smiled with effortless confidence as he gracefully walked towards the raised platform. His eyes met the King and Queen as he bowed deeply in respect.

“Julian Easvil greets Your Majesty, the King. Your Majesty, the Queen,” he said, his voice smooth yet polite.

He then turned to the side where the two women sat. With a slight bow in their direction, Julian continued, “Julian Easvil greets Your Highness, the Princess.”

The room seemed to hush as he addressed the royal family.

The king’s laughter rang out, filling the room with an inviting atmosphere.

“Julian, welcome! It’s your second time visiting us, and your entrance is as mesmerizing as ever,” he said, his voice filled with genuine amusement and admiration.

The queen, though maintaining her composure, couldn’t help but feel a slight flush creeping up her cheeks.

Julian who was still bowing, raised his eyes to meet the king’s gaze. “Your Majesty, you look dashing as ever,” he said.

He then turned his attention to the queen as he added, “You too, Your Majesty, the Queen. You are as beautiful as ever.”

The queen fought the urge to roll her eyes at the smoothness of his compliments, though she couldn’t deny the charm in his words. She gave a small nod in acknowledgment.

She couldn’t help but recall the events of the past, the memory still vivid in her mind.

It was just yesterday when he fought against me in front of the whole court to defend his father, she thought, her gaze lingering on Julian. And now, it seems like he is a completely different person.

The queen’s eyes subtly narrowed as she observed him, realizing just how much he had changed in such a short span of time.

Just then, the princess with a striking red hair, spoke up. She hugely resembled the queen and his mother, Regina and her voice was filled with authority that drew everyone’s attention.

“Julian, I believe this is our first time meeting,” she said, her gaze fixed on him with a curious smile.

Julian bowed his head respectfully. “Yes, Your Highness,” he replied.

The princess let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Drop the formality,” she said, “I am your aunt, after all.”