I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

“Poured and waiting. The Verentian red you favored last time.”

A small sound of approval from Kraven. “And Helena?”

“In the back with her children.” Mara’s voice carried a careful blend of reassurance and excitement. “She is ready, my lord. I am very confident tonight will exceed your expectations.”

Kraven’s smile widened visibly.

“Good. I’ve been looking forward to this for some time.” A pause, and something almost boyish moved across his face—like a child excited to unbox his favorite toy. “A mother and her children… together… in the same room.”

He exhaled slowly, savoring the thought. “There are very few pleasures left in this world that feel genuinely new.”

“Tonight will feel new, my lord,” Mara assured him. “I promise you that.”

She guided him forward, moving him towards the sofas—and it was then that Kraven saw Julian.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

The excitement drained from his face immediately. His eyes moved from Julian to Mara and when he spoke, his voice had dropped entirely.

“Who is he, Mara?” It wasn’t a question. “And what is he doing here?”

The temperature in the room shifted.

However, Julian didn’t move. He simply looked up from his wine glass with a smile and set it down on the table. Then he rose—slowly, without a trace of hurry.

“It seems,” he said pleasantly, “that we share the same fantasy.”

He extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

Kraven stared at it. His jaw had tightened, and for a moment he just looked between Julian’s hand and Julian’s face, unsure where this was headed.

Mara stepped in before things could escalate.

“My lord.” Her voice was perfectly pitched. “Forgive me for not mentioning this earlier. I wanted it to be a pleasant surprise rather than a distraction beforehand.”

She moved slightly, positioning herself where both men could see her.

“Lord Julian is the son of the Marquis Aldren of Vaerath—a distant province, some week’s travel from here. He is passing through Ezakael on private business.”

Kraven’s eyes didn’t move from Julian.

Mara continued, lowering her voice slightly as if sharing something secret.

“He came to me some days ago. He heard through certain channels that I sometimes arrange… particular entertainments for particular guests.”

A deliberate pause.

“When he explained his situation to me, I thought of you immediately, my lord. I believed you might find his company… sympathetic.”

Kraven’s brow rose slightly. “His situation.”

“Yes.” Mara glanced briefly at Julian, inviting him to take over.

Julian let a sorrowful smile cross his face.

“My mother,” he said. He let the words sit for a moment. “The Marchioness. She is a beautiful woman. Extraordinarily so.” He reached for his wine glass, swirling it once. “These feelings—you’ll understand how they develop. How they become impossible to simply reason away and no matter how much the world says its forbidden.” He looked at Kraven directly. “And how ruthlessly the world rejects you for having them.”

Something moved across Kraven’s face.

“She refused you,” he said.

Julian held his gaze. “Completely. And made her feelings about it very clear. ” He let that land, then added quietly, “Which is how I came to be in an inn in Ezakael rather than a manor in Vaerath.”

The silence stretched for several seconds.

Then Kraven took Julian’s hand.

His grip was strong. “Lord Julian, it’s nice to meet you,” he said. The coldness had not entirely left his voice, but the danger was gone from it, replaced by something more complex. Curiosity. Recognition. Or perhaps the particular warmth of a man who has found someone exactly like him.

Julian shook it without hesitation. “The pleasure is mine, my lord.”

Kraven released his hand and studied him for a moment longer, then moved around to settle in the sofa beside Julian’s. He reached for his own wine glass, leaned back, and crossed one leg over the other.

Mara exhaled deeply, sensing everything was fine.

Kraven took a long sip of wine, his eyes staying on Julian.

“Vaerath,” he said. “I don’t know it.”

“Most don’t,” Julian replied easily. “It’s far enough from the capital that it tends to escape notice. Which has its advantages and its considerable disadvantages.”

“Mm.” Kraven turned his glass slowly in his hand. “And your father—the Marquis. He knows about your… situation?”

Julian let a pause do the work before answering. “He suspects. He hasn’t confirmed it to himself yet, I think. Men like my father prefer not to know things that would require them to act. “A slight smile. “Easier for everyone.”

Kraven made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Yes. I know something about that.”

“I imagine you do,” Julian said.

Kraven looked at him sharply—just for a moment, testing whether there was something beneath the words. Julian met the look with nothing but open, mild interest, and after a moment, Kraven’s gaze settled.

“So you came here to watch,” Kraven said.

“I came here because Mara told me what she was arranging.” Julian glanced toward the pool, then back. “A mother. Her children.” He shook his head slightly, as though the thought itself was extraordinary. “One can imagine. One can want. But to actually see it—” He let the sentence finish itself.

Kraven was quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, the last of the suspicion had left his voice entirely.

“It’s different when it’s real,” he said, almost to himself. “When it’s not imagined. When the people in front of you are actually who they are to each other.” He stared at the pool. “There’s nothing else like it.”

Julian simply nodded, saying nothing.

Kraven glanced at him sideways. “You’re not what I expected when I walked in.”

“Nor are you,” Julian replied pleasantly.

That almost-laugh again from Kraven. He raised his glass slightly.

“Well then, Lord Julian,” he said. “I suppose we’ll see what the evening brings.”

Julian raised his own glass in return.

“I suppose we will.”

True to Mara’s word, the wait was short.

Almost exactly five minutes had passed when the passage door opened again and Mara reappeared.