I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Back in his room, Julian chuckled. “Humans really are interesting creatures,” he muttered to himself. He chuckled again, shaking his head, “Look at me, talking like I’m not one of them.”

He stood and walked toward a mannequin where his robe was hung. With a dramatic motion, he grabbed it and draped it over his shoulders. The robe fluttered momentarily before flowing smoothly behind him.

With a faint smile, Julian left the room, the door creaking shut behind him. The stone hallway stretched out before him, quiet in the early morning hours. As he walked, his gaze fell on four knights kneeling in the hallway ahead.

“Stand,” Julian ordered, his voice calm but commanding. At once, the four soldiers rose, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Julian didn’t need to look back as he continued walking forward, confident that they would follow him without question. Without hesitation, the four knights walked behind him, their armors clanking in the empty corridor.

These four were no ordinary soldiers. They were his personal knights, each of them having proven their strength and loyalty. They were at the peak of Sovereign Realm—elite warriors whose combat power was unmatched in the duchy.

The first of them was Joseph, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a marquis’s bloodline running through his veins. He was a brute, smashing his way through anything that stood in his way.

Next came Liam, the second knight. He was slightly smaller than Joseph but no less deadly. His speed was unparalleled, and his technique in the sword was near flawless.

Liam’s twin brother, Lias, walked beside him. Lias and Liam shared an almost unnatural bond, not only by blood but also by their complementary fighting styles. While Liam was the faster of the two, Lias was a master strategist, always thinking several steps ahead of his opponents. Together, they were an unstoppable force.

Lastly was Raphael, Julian’s first knight. He had returned from Katsuna and resumed serving Julian.

Together, these four were known as the Four Guardians, Julian’s most trusted and loyal knights.

As they walked in formation behind him, Julian couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. His thoughts remained focused as he led them down the hallway, already plotting his next steps.

They swiftly made their way out of the castle, heading towards the waiting carriage.

As he entered the carriage, he leaned back against the plush seats, taking a deep breath. His personal knights entered their respective carriages as well.

Their departure from the castle was nothing short of magnificent—an overwhelming display of power that caused a wave of awe and fear among the common folk who lined the streets.

Meanwhile, Julian stared out the window, a cool smile lingering on his lips. Today was not just another day. It was a step toward something much bigger.

Two days ago, a letter had arrived in the grand hall, delivered by a messenger with the Duke’s seal. The letter was addressed to none other than Julian, who was now recognized as one of the most influential leaders of the kingdom.

The letter read:

“To the Duke of Easvil, Julian Easvil.”

“This is a formal invitation to you for the Sixth Annual Dukes Meeting. Your presence is required at the scheduled gathering, which will take place in the royal capital. The meeting will address several key matters related to the state of the duchies and the kingdom. We trust you will make arrangements to attend, as your input is invaluable to the future of the kingdom.”

That evening, as Julian reflected on the letter, he knew exactly what he needed to do. The gears were already turning, and he couldn’t afford to show any hesitation.

Now, as the carriage rolled through the duchy, he prepared himself for the challenges that lay ahead. He was already thinking about the strategies he would need, the alliances he could make, and the people he could manipulate.

The invitation had been a formal summons, but Julian knew all too well how to turn such events to his advantage.

The rest of the ride passed without any incident. As they neared the royal capital, the towering walls came into view, the flag of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze.

Julian had been here before, but this time, everything was different. He wasn’t just the son of the Easvil family anymore. He was the Duke—one of the most powerful men in the kingdom.

Ting! Ting!

A loud bell rang through the city, signalling the arrival of someone important. The massive iron gates creaked as they swung open, allowing Julian’s carriage to enter.

As the carriages moved forward, the atmosphere shifted. The streets were lined with people—commoners, merchants, and nobles alike—all trying their best for a glimpse of the young Duke of Easvil.

Cheers erupted, shouts and chants filling the air.

“Duke Easvil!”

“Glory to the Duke!”

Some bowed their heads in deep respect, while others watched in awe. Julian, lounging in his carriage, casually pulled back the curtain to glance outside. His golden eyes swept over the masses, taking in their reaction.

Back when he had come to the capital with his father for war, the eyes that followed him had been different. Envy burned in some, jealousy in others, and then there were those who looked at him with straight-up disdain. A disdain born not from superiority but from their own inferiority—the bitterness of belonging to the common masses, of knowing they were not nobles, not part of the elite.

But now?

Now, as Julian’s golden gaze swept over the gathered crowd, there was no trace of that mock. Instead, all he saw was awe, fear, and reverence.

The same people who once mocked now bowed their heads. The same nobles who once dismissed him now watched with caution. He had transcended what they once thought of him. He wasn’t just a name or a title. He was power—undeniable, absolute, and growing.

Julian leaned back into his seat, smirking to himself. This is how it should be.

The kingdom was watching. The nobles were watching. And Julian? He was simply enjoying the moment.