I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

He stood and moved toward them, embracing each daughter briefly.

“I’ll return as soon as I can. But the situation in Hermes Kingdom requires my attention, and I can’t delay.”

“Be safe, Father,” Cassandra said quietly.

“Always,” Julian assured her.

With a final nod to his daughters, Julian closed his eyes and channeled his power. Space folded around him, and in an instant, he vanished from the room, reappearing in the castle gardens.

And there, just as he had predicted, Eva was seated on a marble bench near the waterfall. The water cascaded down in a gentle curtain, creating a soft, rhythmic sound that filled the garden with peaceful sound. She was looking at the flowers surrounding her, her expression distant and thoughtful.

“You’re here,” she said without turning around, as if she had sensed his arrival.

“Yes, sister, I am,” Julian replied, walking toward her across the garden path.

Eva turned her head slightly, offering him a small smile. She gestured to the space beside her on the bench. “Sit with me.”

Julian complied and settled onto the cool marble beside her. For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the only sound the waterfall and the occasional night bird.

“You just came and are leaving now,” Eva said finally, her voice carrying a note of sadness. “I can tell. You have that look you always got when you were about to go on a campaign or leave for extended business.”

Julian turned to look at her properly. In the moonlight, his sister was beautiful—her curly red hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders, her face serene but showing the lines of stress she’d carried during his absence.

“I have to,” Julian said quietly. “There are matters that require my attention elsewhere. But I’ll return.”

Eva’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “You’re keeping secrets, Julian. I can tell.”

She turned to face him fully, her eyes searching his face with an intensity that suggested she was seeing far more than he wanted to reveal.

“What is going on, Julian?” Her voice was gentle but firm. “I know this isn’t simple. Your disappearance. Mother’s disappearance. Eleanor’s. Gregoria’s. All at the same time. The convenient story about portal and trapped travelers. The three women you claim to have married in three weeks.”

She reached out and took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his.

Julian opened his mouth to offer another convenient lie, but Eva cut him off before he could speak.

“I know how you and Eleanor had sex,” she said bluntly, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m not blind, Julian. I saw how you looked at her. I saw how she looked at you. The tension between you two was obvious to anyone paying attention.”

Julian’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by her directness.

“I know you tried to get me to join Eleanor as well,” Eva continued, a slight smile touching her lips at the memory.

Her thumb stroked the back of his hand.

“And I also know you had your eyes on Mother and Grandmother. I’m your sister, Julian. I know you better than anyone. I saw your desires, your hunger for them.”

She leaned closer and her voice became more intense.

“Their disappearance along with you is not normal. It can’t be coincidence. Tell me what has happened. Please. I need to understand.”

Julian was quiet for a long moment, torn between maintaining the deception and trusting his sister with at least some of the truth.

Eva’s hand tightened on his. “Whatever it is, whatever you’ve done, whatever impossible thing has occurred—I’m your sister. I love you. And I deserve to know the truth rather than pretty lies.”

Julian looked into her eyes and saw the determination there, the intelligence that had always been one of her most attractive qualities. She wouldn’t accept evasions or half-truths. She knew him too well.

He took a deep breath and made a decision.

“What I’m about to tell you is going to sound insane,” he said quietly. “You’re going to think I’ve lost my mind or that I’m lying. But I swear to you, Eva, every word is true.”

Eva nodded. “I’m listening.”

Julian paused, organizing his thoughts, trying to find the right words to explain the inexplicable.

And then he recounted the entire story.

He told Eva everything—starting from the beginning, from his plans and ambitions that had driven him in his first life. He explained how his power grew with each woman he took as a lover. He spoke of his desires and how Eva herself had been on his list of conquests from early on.

He continued, describing how he seduced Eleanor. How he then turned his attention to their mother, Regina, overcoming every taboo and social boundary to claim her as his own. How Gregoria, his grandmother, had followed.

And beyond family, he had pursued noble women throughout the Ares Kingdom.

Eva continued listening, her expression shifting through shock, disbelief, and a strange sort of fascinated horror. Though, as Julian spoke, she realized she had guessed much of this already. The signs had always been there.

Julian then moved to the most impossible part of the tale. He described his death at the hands of Death’s servant, and his rebirth in another world. He explained how, in those final moments before dying, he used every scrap of remaining power to teleport all of his woman to his personal world.

He described the Throne of Gods in detail: the violet sky, the massive mountain where many castles stood, each one dedicated to a different wife. How the world had evolved and grown in his absence, populated by creatures and beings that had emerged from the chaotic energies of creation. How his women had waited there for centuries—three hundred and seventy-two years—mourning his death, never knowing if he would return.

Eva’s face had gone pale, her hands gripping the edge of the marble bench so tightly her knuckles were white.

Julian paused, letting her process everything he just revealed.

Finally, Eva found her voice, though it came out strangled and uncertain.