I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

The wives nodded. One by one, they closed their eyes and the chamber fell into profound silence except for the soft sound of their breathing.

Minutes passed as Julian watched his harem with growing concern, sensing that something was wrong from the tension in the air. Slowly, they all opened their eyes and he could see the answer in their expressions before anyone spoke.

“No, Julian,” Regina finally said, her voice troubled. “I can’t sense anything.”

The others nodded in agreement.

“What do you feel?” Julian asked.

Regina frowned, choosing her words carefully. “Well… previously, when we teleported from our original world to the Throne of Gods, we felt as if we were in a boat—slowly drifting from one place to another place. There was a sense of movement, of traveling through something. A connection between two points.”

She paused, her expression becoming more troubled.

“But now, there is no boat. We can’t sense any water. It’s as if…” She struggled to find the right words. “It’s as if the destination doesn’t exist anymore. Or the path to it has been completely severed.”

Eleanor nodded. “It’s like trying to remember a dream that’s faded completely. You know it was there once, but you can’t grasp any details, can’t find any thread to follow back.”

Lisa and Isabel exchanged glances before Lisa spoke. “We felt the same. Just… nothing. Like reaching for something that isn’t there.”

Julian remained silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable. His wives and daughters watched him carefully, waiting for his response.

Finally, he spoke, his voice serious.

“I suspected as much.”

Regina narrowed her eyes, her own expression turning serious. “What exactly happened to you, Julian? And why did you suddenly teleport us here all those centuries ago?”

Julian took a deep breath, his gaze turning distant for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Then he began to speak, recounting the story that had changed everything.

He told them about his visit to the Marquis of Ravenswood. About meeting the underling of Supreme Being of Death, a being so far beyond his comprehension that even sensing his presence had felt like staring into an endless abyss.

He described how effortlessly the unknown man killed him. He spoke of his death and then—somehow—his rebirth. The shock of waking up in a new body, in a new world, with new parents and a completely different life stretching before him.

After recounting the entire tale, silence filled the throne room.

Some of the women were openly weeping, some were proud while some were completely dazed, unable to process what they had heard.

Heaven.

Supreme Beings.

Death.

Rebirth.

These concepts were too vast, too deep for most of them to fully grasp.

Even his daughters were absolutely dazed. Seraphine sat frozen on her throne, her eyes wide and unfocused. Lyanna’s mouth hung slightly open and Cassandra looked as if she might faint, her face completely drained of color.

They all remained completely silent, processing, trying to understand.

Finally, after about five minutes, Eleanor broke the silence.

“So you went through all that alone.”

That single sentence seemed to resonate through everyone present.

Regina’s proud expression crumbled. “You died alone. You were reborn alone. You grew up again, lived an entire second life, without any of us.”

Eleanor stood from her throne and took a step toward Julian’s platform. Her beautiful face was streaked with tears.

“You were alone,” she repeated, the words barely more than a whisper. “Completely alone.”

The others began standing as well, one by one, their emotions overflowing. Even the daughters rose from their thrones, tears streaming down their faces as they truly understood what their father was going through all this time.

Julian watched them all, his expression softening for the first time since he’d begun his story.

“I wasn’t entirely alone,” he said quietly. “I had the System. And I had the memory of all of you—the knowledge that you were safe here.”

Regina shook her head fiercely, tears now flowing freely down her face. “That’s not the same. That’s not even close to the same, and you know it.”

“No,” Julian agreed softly. “It’s not.”

The throne room remained filled with the sound of weeping. Julian let them process for a few more moments before speaking again.

“Let’s continue,” he said, straightening in his throne. “I’ll be going back to our original world.”

The weeping stopped abruptly and every head snapped up to look at him.

Eleanor was the first to react, standing fully now. “No. Absolutely not. Julian, you can’t go back there—that’s where you died! Where that… that monster killed you like it was nothing!”

Julian’s expression remained calm. “I have to see what remains of the original world, Eleanor. I need to understand what that man planned and what he’s doing there now. He didn’t visit that world personally and kill me on a whim—he had some form of plan, some purpose that required my death specifically.”

Eleanor opened her mouth to argue further, but then paused.

“On one hand, I hate this idea with every fiber of my being,” she said slowly, wiping tears from her face. “But on the other hand… you’re right.” She took a deep breath. “Although we may not know who you “truly” are—you were capable of reincarnating as someone else. That’s not normal, Julian. That suggests you might have been someone important, someone significant.”

Gregoria nodded. “And if we’re being honest here, your death might not have been just about eliminating a threat. You might have been blocking something—preventing some plan from moving forward.”

Julian nodded slowly, pleased that they were beginning to understand. “Yes. Exactly. Whatever that Supreme Being’s underling was doing, my existence interfered with it somehow. I need to know what that interference was, what they’re accomplishing now that I’m gone from that world.”

He paused, then added casually, “And I’ll be taking our daughters with me.”

The effect of his words were immediate.

All three daughters—Seraphine, Lyanna, and Cassandra—who had been sitting in stunned silence, suddenly came alive. Their heads whipped toward their father, their eyes wide with shock that quickly transformed into excitement.