I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 694: An unsettling revelation

Julian exhaled slowly, his gaze still fixed on the unseen ceiling.

Is it the body?

The idea came quietly, but once it did, it stayed.

As if dam had been broken, his mind began filing the information automatically.

Does the body remember things the soul doesn’t take with it when it leaves?

Not memories exactly—I can already access those through the corrupted flame. This is something different. Something older than memory. It is written into muscle, into bone, into every system of the body after years of repetition.

"This actually make sense," he murmured to himself.

Kraven had yearned Olivia for years.

That kind of yearning doesn’t simply vanish. It shapes the body from within, molds it and becomes part of its very structure. The soul that created those patterns may be gone... but the patterns themselves remain, embedded deep inside the body.

Julian was not Kraven.

His will was entirely his own. Every decision he made during the conversation came from his own judgment, shaped by his own values.

And yet, he had made those decisions while inhabiting a body that seemed to hold its own opinion of the situation.

How, he thought, How could the body still act like Kraven when Kraven himself was gone?

It was a real question, and an uncomfortable one.

He had assumed that removing Kraven’s will would erase Kraven’s influence over the body. But he was wrong. The influence did not come from Kraven’s will—that was gone. It came from something else.

It came from the body itself.

Habits so ingrained that they no longer required a soul to sustain them.

Julian turned onto his side and looked at the dark window.

The duchy light had thinned. The latest hour of the night had taken most of them, leaving only the distant torch of guards patrolling the road.

This was a genuine problem.

He did not know how long he would need to occupy this body.

That was the first variable, and it was entirely outside his control. The investigation of his own death, the king’s appearance and most importantly existence of Servant of Death — this all had no fixed timeline.

No one knew how long it would take. Weeks—perhaps even months—if the King’s visit raised more questions than answers, and the Servant proved itself increasingly cautious.

He had managed it tonight. He was confident in that. The body’s influence was present, but it was manageable nonetheless.

The question was whether it stayed manageable.

If Kraven’s body kept interrupting, the cost would only compound with time—and Julian had no sense of when, or how severely, it might finally turn against him.

Julian stared at the ceiling.

He thought of his original body, lying in the Silver Moon Inn. Before leaving Ezakael, he had confirmed its stability. It was safe—and would remain so, as long as the connection endured.

But the connection itself was the second problem.

His soul was currently distributed across two points. The majority of his consciousness was here, operating Kraven’s body. The remainder was the thread holding his original body alive.

His soul within Kraven’s body would begin to thin—and as it did, the thread sustaining the connection would weaken in turn, leaving his original body to die.

He considered it, searching for a solution.

Nothing immediate presented itself.

He was working with incomplete information. For now, he could only remain cautious and hope nothing went wrong.

It should be enough.

He closed his eyes and before he knew it, he was deep in sleep.

**

knock knock

The knock arrived with the morning.

Julian woke up slowly, not rushing to move. He lay still for a moment, letting his thoughts settle and his awareness return in layers. Sleep had been unexpectedly deep, and for a brief time everything felt distant, almost simple.

Then it came back to him.

Kraven’s body. The Astran castle. The duchy. Everything that happened before he slept.

Right.

"Come in," he said.

The door opened.

The maid who entered was not one he recognized from Kraven’s memories, which meant she was recent staff. She was young — early twenties — with blonde hair pinned up with a few loose strands falling at the sides of her face.

She stood in the doorway with dark eyes and a gentle, pretty smile already in place, as if she had been preparing it before she even entered.

For a moment, she did not speak or move further inside. She simply looked over the room and then settled her attention back on him.

Then she stepped in properly, as though she had all the time in the world.

She carried a tray.

Julian sat up against the headboard and looked at her.

The uniform was the first thing he properly took in. It was, in name, a maid’s uniform—dark fabric, a fitted collar, and the usual symbol of household staff.

But that was where its similarity to the other maids ended.

The dark fabric clung to her body like it was in love with every inch. It hugged her full breasts, pushing them up just enough to make his mouth water. The neckline dipped low enough to show the tantalizing display of her cleavage with every breath she took.

The waist was pulled tight, cinching in dramatically before flaring out over her wide, swaying hips. The skirt was short — dangerously short — ending high on her thighs and barely covered the curve of her ass. Every step made the hem ride up a little more, teasing the smooth skin just above her black stockings.

Julian raised a brow.

She either didn’t notice or had been told not to notice the raised brow. She moved to the table beside the bed, set the tray down, and turned to him with the smile fully in place.

"Good morning, Lord Kraven," she said softly, her voice warm and sweet like honey. "I hope you slept well."

"Good morning," Julian replied. "And you are?"

"Sera, my lord." She smiled, her dark eyes sparkling with something far more than professional politeness. "I’ve been assigned to take care of you personally during your entire stay."

"Sera," he repeated, letting her name linger on his tongue. "Good morning to you, Sera."