I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 557: Seraphine learns of the web

The world Julian had created hummed with satisfaction, as if it too was celebrating his return. Flowers bloomed brighter. The fountainʼs water sang louder. The very air seemed charged with joy.

He was home.

As the emotional reunion continued, Seraphine stood beside her mother Eleanor at the edge of the garden. She watched the scene with a smile, but her brow was furrowed slightly, as if working through a puzzle.

Finally, she turned to Eleanor, her voice curious and slightly confused. ”By the way, Mom... why does Aunty Regina call Dad by ʼsonʼ? And I also heard Dad call her ʼmother.ʼ”

The question hung in the air for a moment. Eleanor looked at her daughter, then at the pile of bodies in the garden. A smile tugged at Eleanorʼs lips, and then she laughed.

She realized that she had never told their daughter about the complex web of their family. In the centuries since Julianʼs death (320 years had passed since his death in this world), it had never seemed important. They all simply lived together and Seraphine had grown up calling all of them ”aunty” without understanding the true nature of their relationships.

Eleanor turned to face Seraphine fully. ”Oh, my dear daughter,” she said, barely suppressing her laughter. ”I suppose itʼs long past time I explained our... unique family situation.”

Seraphineʼs eyes narrowed slightly, sensing something significant was coming. ”What do you mean?”

”Your father and your Aunty Regina...” Eleanor began, gesturing toward the red-haired woman who was still pressed against Julianʼs chest. ”They are mother and son.”

Seraphine blinked. Once. Twice. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed again.

”And not only that,” Eleanor continued, her smile widening at her daughterʼs expression, ”I am also his sister. His older sister, to be precise.”

Seraphineʼs eyes widened dramatically, her composure completely shattered. ”You... what?” Her voice rose slightly in pitch. ”You must be joking, right?”

Eleanor chuckled, shaking her head. ”No, my dear. Iʼm completely serious.”

”But... but that means...” Seraphineʼs mind was clearly racing. Her gaze snapped to Regina, then back to Eleanor. ”That means youʼre also the daughter of Regina?”

”Yes,” Eleanor nodded calmly, as if discussing something as simple as the weather. ”Regina is both your grandmother and your... well, I suppose sheʼs also your fatherʼs lover and wife. Itʼs all rather complicated.”

Seraphine looked completely shocked. She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. ”I... how... when did...”

Eleanor took pity on her daughterʼs confusion and placed a hand on her shoulder. ”Let me introduce you to the full complexity of our family dynamic,” she said.

She gestured first toward Gregoria, who had finally pulled back slightly from Julian but still held his hand. ”Gregoria is our grandmother—both mine and your fatherʼs.”

Seraphineʼs gaze followed Eleanorʼs gesture, her expression still shocked.

”Lisa and Isabel,” Eleanor continued, pointing to the mother-daughter pair who were still pressed against Julianʼs sides, ”are actually mother and daughter. Not just women who happen to be in your fatherʼs harem, but genuinely related by blood.”

”What?” Seraphineʼs voice was faint.

Eleanorʼs smile turned slightly mischievous now, and there was a glint in her eye that suggested she was enjoying her daughterʼs reaction perhaps a bit too much.

”And all the other aunties you have—Emma, Cecilia, Ellie, Elvina, Sylvia, Dakota, Aria, Kiara...” She paused for dramatic effect. ”They were all stolen from their husbands.”

Seraphineʼs legs seemed to give out slightly, and she took an involuntary step backward. ”Stolen from their...” She couldnʼt even finish the sentence.

”Well, ʼstolenʼ might be a strong word,” Eleanor corrected. ”Well they simply fell so deeply in love with your father that their previous lives became irrelevant.”

Seraphine was still staring, her mind clearly fucked. ”So youʼre telling me,” she said slowly, as if testing each word, ”that my father is in a relationship with his own mother, his own sister, his own grandmother, a mother-daughter pair, and a collection of women he seduced away from their marriages?”

”When you put it like that, it does sound rather scandalous,” Eleanor admitted with a laugh. ”But yes, thatʼs correct.”

”And everyone just... accepted this?” Seraphine whispered.

”Darling, you have to understand—weʼre not bound by mortal rules here. This is a world your father created. The rules are different.” Eleanorʼs expression grew more serious.

”And more importantly, we all genuinely love each other. Itʼs not just about Julian—though he is certainly the center.”

Seraphine was quiet for a long moment. Her gaze traveled across the garden, looking at each woman with new understanding. Regina, who was both her grandmother and her fatherʼs lover. Eleanor, who was both her mother and her fatherʼs sister-wife. Gregoria, her great-grandmother who shared her fatherʼs bed.

”I...” Seraphine started, then stopped. She let out a long breath and ran a hand through her hair—a gesture so similar to Julian that Eleanor had to smile. ”I donʼt know whether to be shocked, confused, or impressed.”

”You could be all three,” Eleanor suggested gently. ”I certainly was when I first realized the full scope of what our family would become.”

”Did you... did you know? When you first fell in love with him?” Seraphine asked quietly. ”That he was your brother?”

Eleanor laughed, her voice thick with nostalgia. ”Yes, I sure did.”

”He seduced me quite well. One moment we were in the gardens, having what I thought was a conversation, and the next...”

She paused, a slight flush coloring her cheeks ”The next, he was on top of me.”

Seraphineʼs eyes widened at her motherʼs words, but before she could respond, Julianʼs voice called out.

”Well,” he said, his tone playful and laden with mischief, ”I havenʼt added any new relationships to my harem in quite some time.”

The surrounding women all glanced toward Seraphine, and knowing laughter rippled through the group.

Seraphineʼs face flushed a deep crimson.

”Father!” she protested, though her voice came out more flustered. ”You canʼt be serious!”

”Canʼt I?” Julian asked, his eyes twinkling with that familiar combination of charm and audacity that had seduced an entire harem of powerful women.

The women laughed harder at Seraphineʼs reaction.