I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Julian allowed himself a smile. So essentially, I cheated my way to godhood, and now I need to do the homework I skipped to make it legitimate.

The system actually laughed. That is… not an inaccurate way to phrase it, Host.

I can live with that, Julian decided. Better to be a flawed god than dead.

**

After breakfast concluded and the dishes were being cleared away by the servants, Julian stood from his seat. His movements drew the attention of everyone at the table, but he focused on three particular faces.

“Seraphine, Lyanna, Cassandra,” he said, his tone carrying an authority that was impossible to ignore. “Follow me.”

The three young women exchanged glances. They then rose from their seats without question.

“Where are you taking them?” Regina asked, though there was amusement in her voice.

“Just a little father-daughter bonding,” Julian replied with a mysterious smile. “We’ll be back soon.”

Before anyone could ask further questions, Julian vanished—and a moment later, so did his three daughters.

They materialized in a vast open field, far from the mountain peaks and the grand castles. The landscape stretched endlessly in all directions—rolling plains covered in soft grass that swayed gently in the breeze. The sky overhead was clear, and the air was charged with the abundant energy.

It was perfect for what Julian had in mind.

Seraphine was the first to appear, her eyes scanning the surroundings. “Father? What are we doing here?”

Lyanna appeared with her hands on her sword, her warrior instincts activated by the sudden teleport. “Is there a threat?”

Cassandra maintained her composure, though her eyes were sharp and assessing. “This seems rather isolated for a casual conversation.”

Julian turned to face them, putting some distance between himself and his daughters. When he was about thirty feet away, he stopped and turned back, a confident smile playing on his lips.

“I want you to attack me,” he said simply.

The three women stared at him in stunned silence.

“You… want us to what?” Seraphine asked slowly, as if she’d misheard.

“Attack me,” Julian repeated, his smile widening. “All three of you. With everything you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”

Lyanna’s eyes widened. “Father, we can’t—”

“You can and you will,” Julian interrupted, his tone becoming more challenging. “I’ve heard about your accomplishments, your power, and your skills. But I want to see them for myself. Show me what my daughters are capable of.”

Seraphine’s shock was beginning to morph into a smug grin. “You might regret this, old man,” she said. “We’ve been training for over three centuries. We’re not exactly pushovers.”

Julian laughed, delighted by her confidence. “Old man? I’m in my prime, Seraphine.”

“Technically, you were dead for most of that time,” Lyanna pointed out, and then she too smiled—a bold, confident expression that was pure Isabel. “And Father, I don’t want to be disrespectful, but we might actually break your bones. How will you have fun with your wives if you’re injured?”

The audacity of the comment made Julian’s eyebrows shoot up, and then he burst into genuine laughter. “My daughter, making jokes about my love life? Isabel has definitely been a strong influence.”

“She taught me well,” Lyanna replied with a grin. “But seriously, Father—we’re all strong. Are you sure about this?”

“More sure than I’ve been about anything,” Julian assured them. “Now come. Show me what you’ve learned. Make your father proud.”

Cassandra’s expression transformed into a calculating smile as well. “If you insist, Father. Though don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

The three women spread out, instinctively forming a triangle formation with Julian at the center. They exchanged glances, and a silent communication passed between them.

Then they attacked.

Seraphine moved first, her whole body glowing with golden light. “Heaven’s Judgment!” she called out, and a massive bolt of lightning crashed down toward Julian’s position.

Simultaneously, Lyanna drew her sword in a movement so fast it was almost invisible. Her blade ignited with crimson flames as she charged forward. “Inferno Strike!”

Cassandra remained at range. Ice began to form in the air around Julian, thousands of crystalline shards appearing from nowhere. “Frozen Requiem,” she whispered, and the shards launched toward him from every direction.

The three combinations would have obliterated a mountain.

However, Julian didn’t move.

He raised one hand casually, and an invisible barrier formed around him. Seraphine’s lightning struck it and dispersed harmlessly. Lyanna’s flame-wreathed blade connected with the barrier and stopped dead, unable to penetrate. Cassandra’s ice shards shattered against it like glass.

“Good coordination,” Julian observed. “Seraphine attacks from range to draw attention, Lyanna closes for the killing blow, and Cassandra controls the battlefield.”

He lowered his hand, and the barrier vanished. “But you’re thinking too naively. Seraphine—your lightning is powerful, but you’re showcasing your intent. I could see that attack coming from a mile away. Compress your energy; make it faster and more focused.”

Seraphine’s eyes narrowed, taking in the criticism even as she prepared her next attack.

“Lyanna,” Julian continued, “you charge in a straight line. Predictable for anyone with combat experience. Use feints, and vary your approach angle. Keep your opponent guessing.”

Lyanna’s grip on her sword tightened, her competitive nature sparked by the critique.

“And Cassandra,” Julian turned his attention to his youngest daughter, “your ice technique is beautiful and precise, but it lacks killing intent. You’re trying to control and contain rather than destroy. Sometimes, you need to be more direct.”

Cassandra’s composure flickered with determination. “Noted, Father. Shall we try again?”

“Please do,” Julian said with a smile. “And this time, really try to hurt me. I promise I can take it.”

“Oh, you asked for it,” Seraphine muttered, and this time when her hands moved, the energy was more compressed and contained, just as Julian had suggested.

The lightning that erupted was thinner than before but impossibly fast, striking like a viper. Julian had to actually move this time.

“Better!” he encouraged. “Much better. Again!”

Lyanna attacked from three different angles in rapid succession. She feinted left, struck right, and then came up from below.