I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian stood silently for a moment, observing them. His presence, though hidden behind the trees, was already drawing glances from some of the knights.

Soon enough, every eye was on him. As Julian stepped out from the trees, the knights immediately dropped to one knee, their armor clinking in unison as they bowed their heads.

“Your Grace!” one of them shouted, and the others repeated the cry.

Julian walked forward, his gaze sweeping over each and every one of the soldiers. She really prepared all this, he thought, a touch of admiration rising in his chest for Eliz.

“Where is Eliz?” he asked, turning to a nearby knight who was still kneeling.

The knight replied without lifting his head. “Your Grace. Lady Eliz is just ahead. She’s speaking with the soldiers of House Ravenswood.”

“Speaking?” Julian frowned. “What is happening?”

The knight hesitated only briefly before answering, “It seems… someone is blocking the path. The Ravenswood men are refusing to let our carriages through.”

Julian tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh?”

Without another word, he resumed walking, moving past the carriages and the line of kneeling guards. As he approached the front, the atmosphere grew more tense.

There stood Eliz, locked in a heated discussion with several armored knights bearing the crest of Ravenswood.

One of the Ravenswood knights had his arms crossed, clearly unmoved by the presence of Eliz. Another was whispering something behind him.

Julian’s gaze sharpened. So they really dared to stall us?

He walked forward, the army parting naturally around him. As his presence washed over the confrontation, Eliz turned, her expression shifting as her eyes landed on him—part relief, part warning.

The knights of Ravenswood instinctively glanced in his direction, and even they couldn’t hide the momentary pause in their posture.

The Archduke of Easvil had arrived.

“My lord, you are here,” Eliz said with a deep breath of relief, her voice steadying just a bit now that he had arrived.

“Nice work, Eliz,” Julian replied, flashing her a warm smile. His gaze then shifted to the armored knights standing opposite her.

The moment his eyes landed on the first Ravenswood knight, the man flinched and lowered his gaze. The second knight beside him tensed.

Julian took a step forward, his hands folded behind his back. “What’s the problem here?” he asked, voice low but commanding.

The first knight stumbled over his words, avoiding direct eye contact. “Um… we have… some—some issue…”

“What issue?”

The second knight stepped in, clearly trying to maintain composure.

“We have… sent word for official permission to allow your forces through, Your Grace. Until the marquis gives his direct approval, we’ve been ordered to delay any advance. It—it might take some time.”

Julian’s smile didn’t fade, but the warmth behind it vanished. “So, you’re saying the marquis requires permission to welcome the Archduke of Easvil into his land?”

The knights froze, eyes darting nervously between each other.

Julian turned slowly toward the Easvil commander. “Kill them.”

For a moment, there was only stunned silence. Even the birds stopped chirping. Both the Easvil and Ravenswood knights stared in disbelief, unsure they had heard correctly.

The two knights who had been blocking the path went pale, their hands instinctively reaching for their swords—too late.

The Easvil commander quickly shoved his surprise aside and raised his hand. “You heard our Lord! Surround and kill them!”

The order echoed like a war drum.

Instantly, the bloodthirsty knights of Easvil sprang into action. Their movements were fast and disciplined, and within seconds, they surrounded the two unfortunate Ravenswood knights.

“No—wait!” One of the knights cried, voice cracking in fear. The second tried to retreat, stumbling backward, but the ring of spears and swords gave no room.

The surrounding Ravenswood soldiers who had been watching in confusion were now paralyzed. Some stepped forward instinctively but were halted by the deadly glares of Easvil warriors.

One dared to speak, voice trembling. “T-This is madness! You can’t—!”

Julian didn’t even glance his way. His gaze remained fixed on the two doomed knights, watching them as if their lives were of no more value than ants beneath his foot.

The two knights barely had time to react before the Easvil soldiers descended upon them like beasts let loose.

One soldier lunged with a loud roar, his sword cleaving straight through the knight’s arm, severing it clean from the shoulder. The man’s scream was cut short as another soldier swept in, slicing through his thigh.

That wasn’t enough.

The third soldier moved as well.

With a powerful swing, he brought his axe down, splitting the knight’s head from his body. Jets of blood erupted from his severed body, splattering across the Easvil’s armor and soaking the dirt in dark red.

The second knight stood frozen. In a moment of panic, he stumbled backward, forcing his feet’s to flee but it was already too late.

A spear pierced through his back—the tip impaling all the way until it erupted from his chest. His mouth gaped in a silent scream, eyes wide with pure terror.

He was lifted briefly off the ground, before being cast aside—lifeless, twitching.

Ravenswood’s men stood in horror. They couldn’t believe it. “He… he really killed them. Just like that…” one muttered.

Another looked at Eliz. “Is that really… the Archduke of Easvil? What kind of monster is he…?”

Eliz didn’t answer. She stood silently beside Julian, her expression unreadable.

Julian stepped forward once more, casually brushing blood from his sleeve.

“Now,” he said calmly, “can we proceed?”

The remaining Ravenswood knights all collapsed to their knees, terror etched into their faces. A few even lost control of themselves, pissing right in front of everyone.

Not a single one dared to move or speak.

Without bothering to seek further approval, the Easvil army began advancing, marching straight through, heading toward the inner territory of Ravenswood.

Meanwhile, deep inside the grand castle of House Ravenswood, the Marquis sat on his massive throne—wearing a black cloak, one leg casually on top of the other.

Kneeling at a distance before him was a lone, trembling knight.

“M-My lord…” he said, his voice cracking. “T-The Archduke… He has killed our knights… and is now forcing his way in…”

The marquis’s expression didn’t change. He leaned slightly forward, one brow lifting in faint amusement.

“The Archduke gave those fools an easy death,” he muttered coldly. “If I were him, I would’ve skinned the fuckers alive.”

The knight’s eyes widened in disbelief. “W-What…?” he whispered , confusion mixing with dread. He had expected the marquis to be angry, perhaps even an order for revenge. Instead, the Marquis was praising the Archduke?

“Yes,” the Marquis said louder now, his tone irritated. “Who gave those idiots the right to block his path? I gave strict orders to let the Archduke pass. Offer him protection—though he clearly doesn’t need it. And guide him until he reaches the castle safely.”