I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 391: Managing the harem

The newborn were not just human or noble blood, but children of mana itself. From the moment they took their first breath, they were in tune with the worldʼs energy, capable of absorbing mana as naturally as one would breathe or eat in the outer world.

And it was same for their growth too—faster, sharper and stronger.

Julian knew this well, and as he stood there, watching Eleanor, he could feel the energy swirling and focusing around her womb.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, letting himself connect with the world. Then, a faint shimmer rippled through the air, and two familiar figures materialized—Lisa, the Duchess of Hans, and her daughter, Isabel.

Their expressions brightened the moment they spotted Julian standing by the bed.

”Julian!” Lisa beamed, rushing toward him.

He caught her in his arms, hugging her close with a smile. ”Itʼs been a while, hasnʼt it?” he murmured.

Isabel folded her arms with a small pout. ”Of course, it has. You totally forgot about us.”

Julian laughed lightly, brushing her cheek with his thumb. ”Now how could I forget someone as adorable as you?”

But their banter paused as Lisaʼs gaze shifted to the bed, noticing Eleanor lying there.

”What happened to you, Eleanor?” Lisa asked, concerned.

Eleanor tilted her head, smirking playfully. ”Nothing much. Just delivering Julianʼs first child,” she teased.

Lisa blinked, momentarily stunned. Isabelʼs mouth opened in shock, then slowly curved into a grin.

”Oh,” Lisa finally said in amusement. ”So itʼs started already.”

”Weʼre not that far behind either,” Isabel fired back, lifting her chin with a teasing smile as she wrapped her arms around Julianʼs possessively.

Eleanor chuckled from the bed, her voice light. ”But Iʼm still first, arenʼt I?” she teased, tossing her hair back with a smug smile.

Lisa let out a warm laugh and turned to Julian, narrowing her eyes playfully. ”You donʼt love her more than us, do you?”

Julianʼs gaze drifted over the three women—Eleanor, radiant even in her exhaustion; Lisa, elegant and mature; and Isabel, youthful and bold.

He let out a soft smile, stepping forward as he placed a hand gently on Lisaʼs waist and pulled Isabel a little closer.

”No,” he said warmly. ”I love you all equally.”

Lisa hummed, eyes narrowing slightly. ”Mm, smooth answer.”

Julian smirked. ”Itʼs the truth.”

He then turned toward both Lisa and Isabel, his tone turning a bit more serious. ”You two should spend time in your castles as well. I can already feel the mana in your bodies shifting. Iʼm sure youʼre both close.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow. ”So youʼre saying it could be any day for us too?”

Julian nodded. ”Very likely. Youʼre all carrying something precious to me. And when the time comes, Iʼll be there—just like now.”

Isabel smiled softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. ”You better be.”

After spending some time making sure Eleanor was comfortable and well cared, Julian finally stepped out of the chamber. He stood in the vast corridor, stretching his hands and legs.

With a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he tilted his head slightly and spoke out loud, ”System… where are you?”

Instantly, a familiar, mischievous voice echoed in his mind. ”I am here, host. What can I do for you?”

Julian grinned. ”I feel like populating the world now.”

There was a pause, and then the systemʼs voice came again, more playful this time.

”Oh? So youʼre finally about to summon the entire harem, huh?”

Julianʼs smirk deepened. ”Yes sir. Itʼs about time I bring them all here… make this world feel more like mine.”

The system chuckled. ”A kingdom filled with your women… your children… your legacy.”

Julianʼs eyes glowed. ”Exactly. This is the beginning of an empire—my empire.”

”Understood,” the system replied, almost reverent now. ”Shall I initiate full manifestation of all potential partners?”

Julian nodded once. ”Do it.”

The space warped and shimmered as the the first batch of women were summoned into the world of Throne of Gods.

Emma, Julianʼs devoted maid, immediately rushed to his side, clinging to his arm with a smile that brimmed with joy.

Behind her stood two towering figures of Ares kingdom—Gregoria, grandmother from fatherʼs side, and beside her, the Queen of Ares herself, Julianʼs maternal grandmother.

Both women held powerful positions in their respective worlds, yet here in Julianʼs world, their eyes held only warmth and submission for the man they adored.

There was no confusion, no protest. They had already given themselves to him—body, heart, and soul.

Julian welcomed them with a calm smile, explaining to them how the world functioned: the personal castles gifted to each woman, the blessings of mana, their role, and the fast growth of the future generations they would bear.

Emma was in awe, clinging even tighter, while the two grandmothers listened intently, both proud and slightly amused by the confident tone in his voice.

After some moment, the three women exchanged glances, then turned toward him,

”Weʼll be part of your world, Julian,” Gregoria said with a smirk, ”but only on one condition.”

The Queen continued smoothly, her voice seductive and sultry, ”You must visit us late at night… and treat us just the way you do.”

Emma giggled, her eyes glowing with heat, ”Iʼll keep the bed warm, master~”

Julianʼs smirk widened. ”Thatʼs a promise.”

After the departure of Emma, Gregoria, and the Queen, the atmosphere shifted again.

A second summoning was initiated, and four familiar figures began to materialize.

One by one, Cecilia, Sylvia, Elvina, and Ellie stood in front of Julian, their expressions a perfect mix of shock, awe, and disbelief.

They hadnʼt seen Julian in what felt like an eternity.

Back then, things had been... casual. Passionate one night stand. No promises, no farewells—just messy sheets and memories too vivid to forget.

Years had gone by since then, and in those years, Julian had become a legend. His name had been whispered in noble halls, kingdoms, and even in prayers. His rise in power was nothing short of extraordinary—an untouchable figure of strength and charisma.

And now… they were here, standing in the world he created.