I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

The king finally brought the drinks to the table, setting them down with care. His eyes moved to the queen, lingering as he noticed her slightly flushed face and the faint sweat that was trickling down.

His tone carried a mix of irritation and curiosity as he asked, “What’s the matter with you? You are sweating. Did something happen?”

The queen straightened herself as she displayed her regal demeanor despite the turmoil within. She forced a composed smile.

“Nothing, my king,” she replied smoothly. “It seems the room is quite warm tonight.”

Julian added with a warm smile, his voice warm and convincing. “It’s nothing, Grandfather. Perhaps Grandmother is suffering from fever. She might need rest.”

The king’s hardened expression softened at Julian’s words, his irritation fading into concern and affection. “If my grandson says so,” he murmured with a small nod.

He turned to the queen, his voice gentle now. “You see? Even if you do not admit it, Julian has already referred to you as his grandmother. He is more understanding than you.”

The queen’s lips twitched into a faint, forced smile as she avoided meeting Julian’s knowing gaze.

What grandmother? she scoffed inwardly. I literally sucked him off.

The king took a sip of his drink, his expression turning serious as he set the glass down. He looked at Julian with a rare vulnerability in his gaze and spoke softly.

“Julian, my grandson, forgive me for not acknowledging you until now,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “You know the history between your grandmother and the Easvil family. It has been… difficult.”

Julian gave a gentle nod. “It’s okay, Grandfather,” he replied, his tone warm and forgiving. “I know.”

The king’s face softened into a warm, genuine smile at Julian’s words. The queen, meanwhile, remained quiet, doing everything she could to avoid showing the irritation that was building within her.

I am sure he does not mean any of his words, she thought, her gaze narrowing ever so slightly. He’s playing the king for that throne. This reunion is nothing but a performance.

The king leaned back slightly. “How are Eva and Eleanor?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of genuine curiosity.

Julian smiled warmly. “They are fine, Grandfather,” he replied. “Both are doing well.”

The king nodded. “Good,” he said with a trace of relief in his voice. “Family ties must remain strong, no matter what has passed.”

The king’s expression grew even more serious as he spoke, his voice tinged with concern. “I had hoped for you to join us in the Apollo Kingdom, but your grandfather suddenly ran into some trouble while cultivating. He is now bedridden.”

Julian’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. “When did this happen?” he asked.

The king sighed as a deep frown formed on his face. “Yesterday,” he replied. “It’s urgent, Julian. You should go to him.”

Julian stood and bowed deeply to the king. “I will leave tomorrow, early.” he said.

The king gave a nod of approval. “I know you’ll handle it well, Julian. Take care of your grandfather.”

Julian gave a final respectful bow before turning to leave. As Julian walked away from the king’s chamber, his mind raced.

That was clearly something I did not expect, he thought. The sudden turn of events had caught him off guard. What kind of problem could grandfather have encountered during his cultivation?

The king’s brief explanation only deepened the mystery, leaving Julian with a sense of unease. He knew his grandfather was a powerful and experienced figure, so for something to put him bedridden was unusual, to say the least.

**

The morning came quickly, and Julian woke up. After preparing for his journey, he made his way to the royal hall to bid farewell to everyone. The king and queen were there, along with his aunts Hallie and Aisha.

“Goodbye, Grandfather, Grandmother,” Julian bid them farewell.

The king nodded, his expression warm. Beside him, the queen forced a smile, her mind drowning in a mix of relief and disgust.

He’s finally leaving, she thought. In just a few days, he made me suck him like a desperate whore. If he had stayed any longer, God knows what else he would have made me do.

Despite her words, she could not help the rush of heat passing through her as she remembered their act from the earlier night.

Meanwhile, Aisha couldn’t help but remember the tension-filled moments between her and Julian, her mind lingering on the words her had spoken, feeling both disturbed and amused by his boldness.

Hallie, on the other hand, felt a sense of relief seeing him leave. To her, it meant that for some time, the throne would be safe for her son.

With a final nod, Julian turned and left, making his way to the Easvil estate.

***

After several days of travel, Julian and his party finally arrived at the Easvil estate. The grand gates swung open, revealing the familiar sights of the towering castle, and the elegant gardens that Julian had come to know as home.

He slowly got out of his carriage and approached the entrance. His family were already waiting for him. Duke Alden stood as he crossed his arms and gave Julian a understanding nod.

“You’re back, Julian,” Alden said, his voice filled with pride. His face softened for a moment as he acknowledged his son’s return.

Regina walked towards him and without a word, she pulled him into an embrace. Julian could feel the rapid beat of her heart and he knew she couldn’t fully control the storm of emotions within her. She pulled back slightly, gazing at him with a mixture of affection and confusion, as if unsure whether to give in to the pull she felt.

Eleanor, always the one to add a playful twist, flashed Julian a mischievous smile, “Welcome back, Julian,” she teased lightly.

Eva, however, stood a little further away, her gaze focused on the ground. She didn’t meet his eye, her emotions carefully concealed behind her quiet exterior.

Julian’s gaze shifted to his father, his expression turning more serious as he recalled the news of his grandfather’s sudden illness.

“What happened to grandfather? How did he fall ill?” Julian asked, his brows furrowing slightly as he sought an explanation.

Alden’s face darkened as he spoke. “We don’t know exactly,” he replied with a heavy sigh. “He said he was absorbing mana, as he has been doing for years to maintain his strength. But this time, something went wrong. Suddenly, he fell ill, and no one could explain it.”

Julian could sense the unease in his father’s words. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this illness than what met the eyes.

“I’ll go see him.” he said and made his way through the grand halls of the Easvil estate. He arrived at his grandparent’s room and paused for a moment, before gently knocking.

A soft, tired voice came from inside, tinged with a sense of both authority and concern. “Who is it?”

“Grandmother, it’s me, Julian,” he replied.