I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 314 Someone is attacking us

The moment Julian entered, a wave of murmurs spread across the room.

"Look, it's the son of the Duke," one whispered in awe.

Another joined in, "Yes, they say he's very strong... the rumors are true."

The whispers only grew louder as Julian walked further into the room. He could feel the weight of their gazes upon him. Some were awe and respect, while some that spoke of envy and jealousy too.

Julian, ever confident, couldn't help but smirk slightly as he took in the attention.

His eyes swept over the room, noting the familiar faces of his father's loyal soldiers.

Despite their gossips, no one dared to challenge him as he made his way toward the center of the room, where Duke Alden was standing, waiting for him.

Alden, however, didn't look pleased. His gaze was sharp, and his expression was hard to read.

Julian could tell that something serious was happening.

"What's going on?" he asked curiously.

Alden met his gaze, and after a brief silence, he finally spoke.

"We have trouble, Julian. Something is happening at the borders. I called you here because I need your help."

Julian stepped forward. "Yes, father, tell me what's going on," he said.

Alden sighed and rubbed his forehead. "We have spotted thousands of soldiers advancing toward us through the route of Apollo."

Julian's jaw widened in disbelief. "How can that happen? Didn't Apollo sign a treaty for peace?"

Alden nodded. "Yes, they did. But treaties are only as strong as the people behind them. For now, I don't know the reason for this breach, but we cannot take this lightly."

The strategist of Easvil's army, who was standing right of Alden, added:

"Your Grace, I suggest we immediately inform the nearby counts and marquises for reinforcement. If this force is as large as reported, we will need additional support."

Alden gave an approving nod. "You are right. We can't afford any delays."

He turned to one of the soldiers near the doorway, "Go immediately and deliver this message to the nearby count and marquis. Tell them to prepare their armies and meet us at Easvil's borders."

The soldier bowed immediately. "Yes, Your Grace!" he said before running out of the room urgently.

The room fell silent for a moment, the severity of the situation pressing heavily on everyone present.

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Julian crossed his arms. "Father," he said, breaking the silence.

"If Apollo has really decided to attack, we will need to prepare for the worst. Their betrayal could mean they have allied with someone stronger or have something up their sleeve."

Each passing moment only deepened the unease, and they finally erupted in anger.

"Where are our scouts? Why is there still no word?"

His voice echoed throughout the room, and the surrounding soldiers bowed their heads, unable to meet his gaze.

Julian's heart raced wildly. His instincts were telling him that something was not right.

Unable to hold back anymore, he stood. "I will go," he said.

But Alden immediately stepped forward and raised his hands to stop him.

"No, Julian. You can't," he said desperately. "Everything about this call is a trap. It's too well-coordinated. It's as if everyone has conspired to leave us isolated for this assault."

Julian clenched his fists, his frustration boiling. "And what do you suggest we do, Father? Sit here and wait to be killed?"

Alden's expression softened with a determined look on his face.

"No, we prepare. We defend what we can until we understand their plan. You are too valuable to risk on a hurried decision."

The commander nodded in agreement. "The Duke is right. If this is a coordinated attack, they may be waiting for you to leave the castle."

Julian took a deep breath and sat back down. He knew they were right, and he could not afford to take a risk—not at this moment.

***

On the peak of a rocky mountain near the Easvil border, two men sat with their eyes fixed on the duchy below.

The first man let out a deep, sinister laugh. "These motherfuckers don't even know what's coming for them."

The second man smirked, his fingers caressing the hilt of the sword resting on his lap.

"You have got to hand it to that bastard Ethwer," he said in amusement.

"Cunning doesn't even begin to describe him. I still don't know how he managed to convince those greedy counts and viscounts to stay silent and ignore Easvil's calls for help, but damn, it worked like a charm."

The first man nodded in agreement, and his grin widened. "Yeah, those fuckers will do anything for gold and power. Ethwer probably promised them scraps once Easvil falls."

The second man chuckled, his gaze sharpening as he watched the distant castle.

"Scraps are all they will get, but they don't need to know that. By the time they realize they have been played, it will already be too late for Easvil—and for them."

They both laughed, their voices mixing ominously.

Lian stood and turned around, his gaze sweeping over the army of soldiers behind him. There were masses of 1,500 men gathered on the rugged mountain terrain.

Some were Ethwer's soldiers, while some were ruthless bandits, and some were even criminals who had been freed from the depths of the prison of Ethwer.

He took a deep breath. Then, in a loud voice, he shouted, "Attention, everyone!"