I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 684 - 684: The commander

Footsteps in the corridor.

He didn’t move. He simply listened to them approach and waited.

The door opened.

His father entered first, and behind him came a man Julian had not seen before.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, his body shaped by years of battle. His face bore the marks of decades of combat—faint scars and hardened lines that spoke of experience in the battlefield. He wore the original Astran armor, and it sat on him with natural authority. There was a heavy weight to his presence, as if strength and command had long since become a part of him.

He saw Julian and stopped.

The surprise was genuine, but brief. It showed on his face for a few seconds before he brought it under control. Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward and bowed.

“Young lord,” he said.

Julian looked at him steadily. “Commander.”

The Duke moved to the desk and gestured between them. “Aldric has commanded this castle’s loyal forces for eleven years. There is no one in this duchy whose judgment I trust more completely.”

Aldric said nothing. He studied Julian carefully, measuring the Duke’s scandalous young son. Julian met his gaze with the same level of attention and allowed the scrutiny to continue without interruption.

The Duke opened the ledger on his desk but didn’t look at it immediately.

He looked at Aldric.

“Has Liam made any moves?”

It wasn’t a question that needed softening. Aldric knew that and gave a straightforward answer, without any show.

“He has been in contact with the Marquis of the North,” Aldric said. “This has been happening regularly over the course of the past few weeks. We have a man planted inside, keeping track of everything, reporting back with each development. Nothing has escaped notice, and we’ve been monitoring the situation closely from the start.”

The Duke’s expression didn’t shift. “They don’t know about the man.”

“No, my lord. They don’t.”

A pause settled over the room. Julian sat with his hands resting in his lap and said nothing, watching his father absorb this news.

“What was the meeting about?” the Duke said.

Aldric’s jaw moved slightly before he answered.

“The specific terms aren’t clear yet. Our man wasn’t present for the final exchange, so he can’t give us the details. He knows only that the agreement took place and that both parties left satisfied. The details are still coming.”

The Duke closed the ledger.

His hands rested flat on the cover for a moment, and the silence in the room stretched for several seconds.

A deal between Liam and the Marquis of the North.

Julian thought about it over quietly in his own mind while the silence continued. His territory sat at the upper boundary of the kingdom, rich in resources and strategically positioned in a way that made his loyalty highly sought after—and fiercely contested.

If Liam had managed to secure an agreement there, Julian realized, then whatever his uncle was building had just gained an external foothold—an advantage the Duke could not easily counter or reach.

The Duke said nothing further about it. He simply picked up the ledger again and set it to the side.

Julian leaned forward slightly in his chair.

“What is Liam’s relationship with the royal family?” he said.

Both men looked at him.

The change in the room was immediate. The Duke’s eyes fixed on his son with a sharpness and intensity that were different from the attention he had been giving the conversation just moments before. Aldric’s reaction was subtler—a slight shift around the eyes, the kind of small adjustment a man makes when reevaluating someone.

Julian held both their gazes without difficulty.

“Vanessa will be queen,” he continued, keeping his voice level. “If Liam has positioned himself well with the crown before the marriage, that changes the weight of any move he makes after it.”

Aldric looked at the Duke once, briefly. Then he looked back at Julian.

“Lord Liam has spent considerably more time in the royal palace than your father over the past several years,” he said. “His role as royal commander gave him continuous access. He knows the king personally. The relationship is—it is stronger than most would assume from the outside.”

“Stronger than my father’s relationship with the king,” Julian said.

A pause.

“Yes, young lord,” Aldric said. “Possibly.”

The Duke said nothing.

Julian looked at him for a moment. The man was in a tight position.

“The military split,” Julian said, turning back to Aldric. “How does loyalty actually break down?”

Aldric considered the question with the seriousness it deserved. “The men who have served under the duke for more than five years are loyal. That’s the majority of the experienced soldiers—officers especially. The newer recruits, men who came in after the split was formalized, are more uncertain. Liam’s faction has been serious about how it presents itself. The armor, the new symbol, the separate command structure. It acts as a separate unit, and the ones joining them have formed separate loyalty.”

“And if something happened tomorrow,” Julian said. “If it came to a direct confrontation, which side holds?”

“The duke’s,” Aldric said without hesitation. “But not comfortably.”

The room held that for a moment.

Julian sat back.

“Then Liam knows that too,” he said. “Which is why he hasn’t moved. He’s not passive because he’s cautious. He’s passive because the numbers don’t favor him yet, and the King’s visit changes the calculation in ways he hasn’t finished accounting for.”

Neither man responded immediately.

Aldric nodded subtly, as if he had quietly reached the same conclusion Julian had. The Duke, by contrast, seemed the most unsettled in the room. He appeared genuinely unsure, struggling to comprehend the changes that Kraven had undergone.

Julian stood.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said simply. “There’s nothing more I need right now.”

He looked at his father once, nodded, and walked to the door.

He opened it and stepped out without waiting for a response.

Behind him, in the half second before the door closed, he heard nothing. No immediate conversation resuming. Just silence, which told him more than words would have.