I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“There,” Cassandra pointed ahead. “The fountain Skreek mentioned.”

Sure enough, a large fountain stood at the center of the street.

They turned left as Skreek had instructed, and within a minute, they saw it.

The Silver Moon Inn was impossible to miss. It was a large, well-maintained building with a massive silver crescent moon hanging above the entrance. The moon appeared to be made of actual silver or some similar metal, shining brilliantly under the setting sun.

“Well,” Seraphine said, studying the inn, “it certainly looks better than I expected from Skreek’s recommendation.”

“Don’t judge too quickly,” Lyanna advised. “Sometimes the nicest-looking places have the worst secrets.”

“Only one way to find out,” Julian said, leading them toward the entrance.

As they approached the door, a young human woman emerged, carrying a tray of empty dishes. She glanced at them, did a double-take at their appearance and simply nodded politely before hurrying past.

Julian pushed open the door, and they entered the Silver Moon Inn.

The interior matched the exterior’s grandeur. It was clean, well-lit, with a bar along one wall, handled by a bear-man who was polishing glasses.

The conversations didn’t stop when they entered, but Julian noticed heads turning. Newcomers always drew attention, but there was something more in these gazes—curiosity mixed with wariness.

They were outsiders in a kingdom that had been isolated for centuries.

But nobody challenged them or seemed hostile. Just watchful.

A woman approached from behind the bar—human, middle-aged, with graying hair tied back in a bun.

“Welcome to the Silver Moon Inn,” she said, her voice professional and melodious. “I’m Mara, the manager of the establishment. Are you looking for rooms?”

“Yes,” Julian replied. “Two rooms. Connected if possible.”

Mara’s eyes flicked between Julian and his three companions, lingering slightly on the daughters but showing no judgment or surprise.

“Two connected rooms… I can do that. Third floor overlooks the street. It is quiet, private, with good locks. Four silver pieces per night, and that includes breakfast.”

“That’s acceptable,” Julian said, pulling out his coin pouch.

Mara’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the quantity of the coins he took out. But she maintained her professional demeanor.

“How long will you be staying?”

“Uncertain. At least three nights, possibly longer.”

“Very well. I’ll put you down for three nights initially, and you can extend if needed.” She accepted the coins, counting them quickly. “Any special requirements? Meals in your room? Hot baths? Laundry services?”

“All of the above would be appreciated,” Julian said.

Mara nodded, clearly pleased by the profitable customers.

“I’ll have hot water sent up within the hour. Dinner is served until ninth bell—that’s about two hours from now. If you miss it, I can have cold plates sent up, but the food’s better hot.”

She reached beneath the bar and took out two keys, each attached to a small wooden token carved with the number thirty-three.

“Third floor, rooms thirty-three and thirty-four. Connected door between them. If you need anything, pull the bell cord in your room and someone will come up.”

She paused, then added more quietly.

“And just so you’re aware—Silver Moon has a reputation for secrecy. We don’t gossip about our guests, don’t share information with authorities unless legally forced, and don’t judge anyone for their business. You’ll have privacy here.”

Julian nodded, understanding the hidden meaning.

“That’s good to know. Thank you, Mara.”

She smiled.

“Enjoy your stay. And welcome to Ezakael, travelers. However you got here, and whatever brings you, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

With that cryptic but friendly statement, she returned to the bar, leaving them with their keys.

Julian led his daughters upstairs, noting the design, the clean hallways and finally the quality of the materials. Skreek, despite his numerous flaws, had at least recommended a genuinely good inn.

They found rooms thirty-three and thirty-four, unlocked them, and stepped inside.

Once they confirmed that the both rooms were secure, they gathered in room thirty-three to talk.

“Well,” Seraphine said, sitting on one of the beds, “we’re here. We’re waiting. What now?”

Julian moved to the window, looking out at the darkening streets of Ezakael.

“Now we wait for Skreek’s contact. We rest, recover from the journey through the void, and prepare for whatever comes next.”

Lyanna was checking her concealed weapons, making sure everything was still properly hidden and functional.

“And if Skreek betrays us? If guards show up to arrest the dangerous outsiders?”

“Then we leave,” Julian said simply. “Teleport out, regroup, and find another way to reach Luminos and get the information we need.”

Cassandra spoke up quietly.

“Father… do you really think we can make a difference? If Death’s servant is truly here, if they’re working with a Primordial Fragment… we’re strong, but are we strong enough for this?”

Julian turned from the window to look at his daughters.

“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “Maybe not. The forces at play here are vast, ancient, and powerful beyond imagination.”

He paused, then continued.

“But I know this—if we don’t try, if we just run and hide, then whatever plan is unfolding will continue unchecked. And eventually, it will reach the Throne of Gods. It will threaten your mothers, threaten the world we built and everything we love.”

He looked each of them in the eye.

“So we try. We investigate, we understand, and if possible, we stop it. And if we can’t stop it alone, then we at least learn enough to have a fighting chance.”

Seraphine nodded slowly. “Better to face the danger knowingly than to be blindsided by it later.”

“Exactly,” Julian confirmed.

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.

“Who is it?” Julian called out, his voice calm but carrying a subtle edge.

“Hot water for your baths, Sir!” came a cheerful female voice. “As Mistress Mara promised!”

Julian moved to the door and opened it carefully.

A young human woman stood there—couldn’t be more than sixteen or seventeen—with a cheerful smile and a large bucket of steaming water in each hand. Behind her, a younger boy carried two more buckets.

“Where would you like these, Sir?” she asked brightly, completely unintimidated by the four strangers.

Julian stepped aside, gesturing to the bathroom

“There is fine, thank you.”

The girl and boy poured the hot water into the basins in both rooms, chatting pleasantly about the weather and asking if they needed extra towels. When they finished, Julian tipped them generously, and they departed with grateful smiles.