I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 458: He is not the master of his own fate

”Not real?” he murmured, his voice barely audible. ”It was real to me, Aryl. Every touch, every moment.”

He stepped back, arms falling weakly to his sides.

But before Aryl could respond, Shaylaʼs voice rang out—sharp and commanding.

”What is happening here?” she asked, stepping toward them.

Her brown hair flowed over her shoulders, and her eyes narrowed, taking in the scene—Viggʼs trembling hands, Aryl pinned against the wall—something was clearly off.

Both Aryl and Vigg startled, flinching in place as they turned toward her in panic.

”Mother,” Aryl said softly.

She took a deep breath and stepped away from the wall, smoothing her gown awkwardly. She looked at Vigg, then back to Shayla.

”Vigg here seems…”

She couldnʼt finish her sentence, the words freezing in her throat.

Shaylaʼs brows furrowed, her gaze sharpening as she stepped closer. ”What…?” she asked, her tone firm but laced with a motherʼs concern, her eyes flicking between her children.

Turning to Vigg, her hand reached out for his arms but paused just before the contact.

”Dear, what happened? What is your sister talking about?”

Viggʼs chest rose and fell rapidly. He met his motherʼs gaze, a swirl of emotion twisting across his face.

”Mother,” he said, his voice breaking slightly as he stepped back from Aryl. ”Was everything a joke to you as well?”

The question hung heavy. His voice was strained, his eyes pleading for something—truth, maybe.

Shayla tilted her head, a faint smile curving her lips. She was his mother, after all, and the weight of their shared history lingered in her mind.

”No, Vigg,” she said, laying a hand gently on his arm. ”We are very serious. You are very much part of our family, of our legacy and rituals.”

Her gaze locked with his—steady, unflinching.

Arylʼs breath hitched, her eyes darting between Shayla and Vigg.

”Mother,” she said, her voice low and uneasy, ”he… he wants me to belong to him. Only him.”

Shaylaʼs smile faded for a brief moment as her gaze shifted between her two children. The silence lingered. Aryl stood stiff while Vigg flinched as if bracing for punishment—like a boy expecting to be scolded. But then, to his confusion, Shaylaʼs expression changed.

A laugh escaped her lips.

”Whatʼs the problem here, Aryl?” She said calmly, her voice smooth but with an edge of something deeper. ”Heʼs your brother, and you are his sister. In other words,” she paused, letting the weight of her words settle between them, ”you are his, and he is yours.”

Aryl froze. Her breath caught mid-exhale. Her fingers curled at her sides, tension locking her in place. She wasnʼt sure whether to accept or respond.

Vigg, however, stared at their mother, stunned. He blinked once, slowly, as if checking if he heard her right. Then, gradually, a smile crept onto his face.

Just as Aryl opened her mouth to respond, Shayla stepped closer and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She met Arylʼs eyes and gave a subtle nod, silently asking her to hold her words.

Then, without looking at Vigg, she spoke.

”Vigg, go now. Itʼs already night. Tomorrow is important for all of us. We canʼt afford distractions. Rest well.”

Vigg hesitated for a heartbeat, then gave a slow bow. His grin stretched wider, and he looked both proud and oddly satisfied.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Shayla and Aryl alone.

Shayla sighed gently and let her hand slip from Arylʼs shoulder.

”Aryl,” she whispered, her tone softer now, almost tired, ”everything we do… everything thatʼs happening… itʼs all been decided long ago. By your father.”

Aryl turned to her, confused and wary.

”Vigg,” Shayla continued, brushing a strand of hair behind Arylʼs ear, ”heʼs just a boy caught in the middle of it. He doesnʼt understand the full weight of his words or the meaning behind his feelings. Not yet.”

She let the words settle.

”Donʼt hold it against him. And donʼt take it all so seriously—not right now. This path, strange as it may seem, is not his to shape alone.”

Shayla smiled again—slightly, distantly.

”Thereʼs a reason for everything,” she said, almost to herself. ”And when the time comes, youʼll understand.”

***

The night had already deepened, and with it the streets outside grew silent under the moonlit sky. Julian, after bidding farewell to Alina, made his way to the hotel he had booked earlier.

It was simple yet spacious and comfortable enough for him to not draw too much attention. As he entered his room, he took one last glance out the window at the sleeping town before slipping into the warm bed and letting sleep take him.

Just like that, the morning arrived sooner than expected. The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a faint golden glow across the room. Julian stirred awake in his room, groaning lazily on the bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before rising from the bed.

There was no time to waste.

He moved to the washbasin, splashing cold water over his face to shake off the last remnants of sleep. A short time later, he stood tall before the mirror, dressing in his formal attire—the same one he had worn the day he left Ares.

Eliz and the others had finally arrived in the capital, and it was time for Julian to reunite with them.

Without wasting a moment, he teleported and reappeared in a secluded forest close to the main path leading to the Marquis of Ravenswood.

Ahead, the road was lined with carriages—three to five in total—each grand and powerful, pulled by powerful horses covered in golden armor.

The crest of the Easvil house was carved on each carriage door, gleaming proudly in the early sunlight. The banners fluttered slightly in the breeze, catching the attention of nearby onlookers.

An army of soldiers in polished armor stood around the caravan, positioned in disciplined formation. Some held spears, and others rode on horseback, carefully scanning the surroundings.

Their capes also had a symbol of the Easvil family etched onto them. It was an impressive sight.

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