I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 84: War

Julian woke up and saw Eleanor sleeping beside him. Her face was relaxed and calm. Her hair was spread over the pillow and she had a slight smile. He quietly brushed a bit of hair from her face as he felt a rare moment of peace before all the challenges ahead.

Meanwhile in the royal palace, a soldier rushed through the grand halls toward the throne room. His footsteps echoed against the marble floors. Reaching the heavy doors, he paused as he caught his breath and pushed them open to deliver his message to the awaiting royals.

In the grand luxurious hall, the king sat upon his throne, his figure exuding a commanding presence that demanded attention from all who entered. His gaze was sharp, unwavering and carried the weight of a ruler accustomed to both respect and obedience.

His armor was polished to perfection and it bore the subtle marks of countless battles. Clad in royal blue and gold, he seemed almost otherworldly, a living symbol of the kingdomʼs power and legacy.

Beside him sat the queen, an embodiment of elegance and grace. Her gown was a deep emerald adorned with jewelry, each delicate piece of jewelry chosen with care. She observed everything with calm attentiveness and her gaze assessed the soldier who had just entered the throne room.

The room itself was designed to impress and intimidate as it reflected the power of its ruler.

As the soldier reached the center of the room, he hesitated momentarily feeling the weight of both their gazes. Gathering his courage, he bowed deeply and readied himself to deliver his urgent message to the royal couple.

The soldier straightened, his voice steady but filled with urgency. ”Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Apollo has gathered an army, tens of thousand strong, with both soldiers and mages among them,” he reported.

The kingʼs expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the news. His fingers tightened around the armrest of his throne. Beside him, the queenʼs gaze sharpened as her poised calm gave way to a glimmer of concern.

After a tense moment, the king spoke, his voice cold and calculating. ”Have they made any move toward our borders?”

The soldier shook his head. ”Not yet, Your Majesty. But their forces are positioned dangerously close.”

The king exchanged a look with the queen, an unspoken understanding passing between them. This news demanded swift and decisive action.

But suddenly, the king threw back his head and laughed as if the previous concern was just an act, a deep, booming sound that filled the vast throne room.

”Oh, so those weaklings from Apollo have finally decided to make a move against us?” he sneered, amusement flickering in his eyes.

”Let them come, then. Weʼll crush them ourselves.”

He turned his gaze back to the soldier, his tone sharp with command.

”Send word to all the dukes. I want every one of them present here in the royal palace within the week.”

The soldier nodded, bowing deeply. ”Yes, Your Majesty. It will be done.”

The queen remained silent but exchanged a knowing glance with the king. There was a steely resolve in her gaze for she too, was ready for the battle that lay ahead.

The Kingdom of Apollo shared a long and tense border with the Ares Kingdom. Once known for its fertile lands and thriving trade, Apollo now lay in a state of despair, ravaged by a relentless plague that had spread through every corner of the kingdom.

The plague corrupted crops, poisoned rivers, and left the lands barren, turning once-prosperous fields into desolate wastelands. Famine swept across the kingdom, and even the wealthiest noble families struggled to find enough food, while the common people faced starvation daily.

In desperation, Apolloʼs finest minds, Arch Mages and Grand Mages had tried to lift the curse from their lands, pouring all their power into rituals and spells to banish the blight. But despite their efforts, the plague remained.

Apolloʼs once strong economy crumbled under the weight of the crisis and resources dwindled to critical levels. Desperate and cornered, the rulers of Apollo saw war as their last hope to escape the ruin surrounding them as they hoped to take what they needed from the Ares Kingdom to survive.

In the barren land of Apollo lay the city of Bajang. It was the closest settlement to the border with the Ares Kingdom. Once blessed and rich, Bajang now struggled under the weight of despair. Its streets echoing with the sounds of desperation as the plague continued to claim lives.

Yet amidst the ruins, a glimmer of determination remained, tens of thousands of soldiers had gathered in Bajang as they prepared for the impending war against Ares.

At the forefront of this war stood two powerful Archmages. Henry, the commander of the army. With his long, flowing robes and a staff that crackled with energy, he exuded a presence that inspired confidence among the soldiers. He was known for his strategic mind and unwavering resolve, traits that had earned him the loyalty of many.

Beside him was Miya, the vice commander who was equally formidable and wise. Her sharp intellect and mastery of elemental magic complemented Henryʼs strategies. Miya was revered not only for her magical prowess but also for her ability to connect with the soldiers, lifting their spirits in the face of adversity.

Together, they formed a powerful duo both determined to lead their forces against the Ares Kingdom, even as the shadow of hunger and despair loomed over them.