I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“I’ve held onto all that for too long. Let it eat me from inside. But I’m done. I’m tired, Regina. I’ve let too much love slip through my fingers. I can’t change the past… but I can stop letting it define me.”

Regina’s expression softened. She wasn’t prepared for this version of her mother. This toned-down, human version—so different from the iron-willed Queen she remembered.

“So you’re over him?” she asked quietly. “Augustus?”

The Queen gave a small smile. “I was in love with a boy who never truly loved me back. I’ve mourned that enough. All I want is peace now.”

Regina stood silent for a moment. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” the Queen replied. “I know I took everything from you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I…” Her voice broke for just a moment. “I miss my daughter.”

There it was. The heart of it.

Regina blinked fast, the wound in her chest flaring, then healing simultaneously. “I’m not the same girl you cast out,” she said.

“I know,” the Queen said. “And I’m not the same woman who did it.”

Regina stepped forward slowly. Not all the way—but closer. The distance between them, once filled with years of silence and bitterness, now narrowed.

Meanwhile, Julian stood silently at the side, watching the exchange unfold with a smile on his face. He didn’t want to interfere—this was their moment.

“Your father has revoked your exile,” The queen said, her expression now gentle and warm. “And he has named your son, the heir to the throne.”

Regina turned towards Julian, her gaze locking onto him. For a moment, she simply stared, pride blooming across her face, the kind only a mother could carry.

“So it was true…” she murmured, almost to herself. She had heard of the rumors but hearing directly from the queen herself, confirmed the truth of the matter.

She stepped toward Julian, searching his face. “Was this also your doing?”

Julian smiled, confidence oozing off his frame. “Yes, Mother,” he said, without shame. “It was about time someone mended the broken ties.”

Regina remained silent, just reached out and touched his face gently. “You’ve grown into something more than I ever imagined,” she whispered.

Julian caught her hand and kissed it softly. “Since you both have mended your ties. I guess it’s about time we enjoy ourselves.”

He smirked as he suddenly pulled Regina into his embrace.

“Julian…” she gasped softly, her body leaning into him despite the shock in her eyes.

Julian’s eyes, however, had already shifted, locking onto the Queen. His smirk widened and then extended one hand toward the Queen.

“Come,” he said smoothly, “don’t make me choose between mother and grandmother… when I would rather have both.”

Regina tensed, her eyes snapping to her mother. The Queen didn’t flinch. She met Julian’s gaze, her own lips twitching into something scandalous.

“You don’t mean…” Regina whispered, unable to finish her sentence, her face flushing deeper.

Julian leaned close, whispering just beside her ear, “Oh, I do, Mother. I’ve brought you back inside the family… now let me be inside my family.”

His tone was wicked, teasing and confident in a way that made both women feel their hearts skip.

The Queen’s robe slipped just slightly as she stepped forward, her fingers brushing Julian’s waiting hand.

Julian chuckled as he pulled her as well, his arms tightening around both Regina and the Queen. He pressed them tighter around his chest as if they were his most prized possessions.

Regina, still in shock, couldn’t quite register what was happening. Her heart was racing, her breath quickening as her gaze flickered from Julian to her mother.

“Wait, wait,” she protested, her voice rising in disbelief. “You mean… you got mother as well?”

Her words were shaky and her eyes locked onto her mother’s face, searching for some form of resistance, something that would explain this madness. But what she saw only made her heart race faster—her mother wasn’t protesting.

She wasn’t pulling away. Instead, there was a softness, a warmth in her eyes as they met Julian’s.

The Queen, who had once been so stubborn and unyielding, now relaxed into Julian’s embrace. She met Regina’s wide eyes with a smile.

“It seems that I’ve always been closer to my grandson than I realized.”

Julian chuckled darkly, his one hand caressing the back of Regina’s neck while the other rested low on the Queen’s waist.

“I told you, Mother. I’m not one to hold back when I get what I want.” His eyes danced with mischief, and his gaze swept over both of them. “And right now, I want both of you.”

Regina’s pulse quickened. She tried to pull away, to process what was happening, but the sensation of Julian’s hands—so sure and powerful—kept her frozen.

She glanced at her mother again, the words barely able to escape her lips. “But… mother—”

Julian’s lips found her neck then, and a soft gasp escaped her before she could finish her protest. The sensation was enough to break through her shock, leaving her light-headed, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him.

“Let’s not think too much about it, darling,” Julian murmured into her ear. “Just enjoy the moment.”

The Queen’s breath hitched slightly, and she leaned into him more, her lips curving in a seductive smile.

“You’re right,” she purred, her voice thick with the same desire that had been growing in Julian. “Let’s make this moment one we won’t forget.”

But just as they were about to get deeper into their moment, a sharp voice rang through his mind, startling him.

“Julian… ah… Julian… come fast…”

His body froze. That voice—soft, urgent, and unmistakably familiar.

“Eleanor…” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he pulled away from the two women.

The Queen blinked. “Julian?” she asked, stepping forward, but he was already channeling mana.

Another cry rang in his head, even more frantic than before. “Julian… hurry… I need you…”