I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

As they continued to walk through the county, they eventually arrived at a house that stood apart from the grander estates. The structure was worn and torn.

The garden was filled with wild grass and a few vegetable patches, giving it a homely touch. The walls though cracked, seemed to hold countless tales and stories.

Julian who was accustomed to the grandness of the Easvil family's estates, was struck by how simple yet welcoming the house felt.

Rose turned to him with a soft smile. "Your grace, I welcome you to my home," she said, her voice tinged with both pride and a subtle sadness.

Julian paused as he looked at the home before him. It wasn't the sort of place he would have expected to see at the beginning of their journey, but there was something about it that felt different.

It wasn't decorated with riches or adorned with gold and silver, but it had a quiet warmth to it and gave a sense of familiarity and peace that even the grandest of halls sometimes lacked.

Despite the house's worn exterior, Julian felt an overwhelming sense of comfort in Rose's words. It wasn't the grandeur or the luxury that made it feel welcoming—it was the way she spoke, the way she invited him into this small piece of her life.

The door of the house opened and a boy, around fourteen years old, stepped out with a wide grin on his face. His eyes brightened when he saw Rose, and ran towards her with excitement.

"Sister, you're finally back!" he said. His voice was warm filled with genuine excitement and relief.

Rose's smile softened as she wrapped her arms around her younger brother and hugged him tightly. "Yes, my baby brother," she said, her voice full of affection. "How have you been?"

The boy smiled back as his eyes sparkled with happiness at the sight of his sister. "I have been well, sister. I missed you so much."

Julian and Rapheal stood back as they observed the heartfelt reunion. Rapheal's smile was warm and full of genuine affection.

However, Julian's smile was filled with something else. His thoughts wandered to his own bond with his sister, Eleanor.

A small grin crept up this face as he remembered their intimate action and whispered in low voice, "We have strong bond too..... maybe too strong but strong nonetheless."

The young boy then glanced at Julian and Raphael with curious eyes. "Who are these brothers with you?" he asked innocently.

Before Rose could respond, Julian stepped forward with a confident smile. "We are her friends and a fellow soldiers." he said.

Rose was initially surprised but she felt a wave of gratitude towards him for the care he showed in protecting her and keeping things simple for her brother's sake.

"Let's go inside," Rose said as she gestured for them to enter.

Raphael chuckled and added, "You finally decided to let us in, Rose?"

Rose rolled her eyes, but there was a soft smile tugging at her lips. She led the way as she stepped inside, and others followed slowly behind her.

As soon as they entered, an old man with worn features and a missing hand slowly approached Rose. His face was fully wrinkled but still had the hint of wisdom in it.

His eyes softened as he spoke, "My daughter, you have finally come."

Rose's eyes teared up as she stepped forward. Her emotion seemed to be finally break through her tough exterior. Without saying a word, she embraced him tightly. The man responded by wrapping his remaining arm around her and slowly patting her back.

"Father," Rose whispered. "I have missed you so much."

Julian watched the scene unfold before him and even his tough exterior began to falter under its weight.

Raphael stood beside Julian, his expression softening as he too witnessed the tender reunion. It was a rare moment of raw emotion that was often hidden beneath the surface of their soldier's lives.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the father and daughter reunited, their quiet reunion speaking louder than any words could.

The old man then glanced towards Julian and Raphael. His face lit up with a kind smile as he said, "Are these your friends, Rose?"

"Yes, father," Rose replied, her voice still soft with emotion.

Without wasting any time, the old man stepped forward and offered them help, his remaining hand reaching for their belongings.

Julian was touched by the kindness in the gesture, seeing the love this man had for his daughter, even in his age and fragility.

Raphael noticed the old man's eagerness and quickly stepped forward. "It's okay, Uncle. We will handle it ourselves," he said with a warm smile, trying to ease the old man's concern.

The old man chuckled softly "Well, I have grown old," he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling despite the years. "Let us have food otherwise it will grow cold."

Rose smiled and gestured toward the modest dining area. "Yes, let's eat. It's been a long day for all of us."

Julian and Raphael followed them into the small, humble room, where the scent of freshly prepared food filled the air. Julian couldn't help but feel a sense of peace.

This small room was filled with something- something that money couldn't buy.

He glanced at Rose, who was helping her father to the table, and his heart tightened. It was unexplainable pull that consisted a mixture of love, affection and admiration.

The table was soon filled with the food and they began eating. Julian took a bite of the meal and smiled.

"This is really tasty, Uncle," he said, his voice warm with appreciation. The food was simple, but it had a richness in taste that came from the care and love put into it.

Rose felt extremely grateful to Julian. She knew how his status could easily make others feel distant or uncomfortable. If he had revealed himself as the young Duke, the mood would have shifted entirely to something formal, uncomfortable and distant.

Yet, by introducing himself as just a friend and soldier, he had bridged that gap, allowing her family to feel more at ease.

And as a result, there was a sense of familiarity and warmth in the room, something she deeply appreciated.

She glanced at Julian with a small smile as she silently thanked him for his understanding of the situation.