Master of MILFs-Chapter 11: The Magical Teachers

The Next morning ----

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The scent of fresh bread and honeyed tea filled the Serevas dining hall. Golden sunlight spilled through the tall windows, catching flecks of dust in the air. The long table was quiet except for the occasional clink of a spoon or the crunch of toast.

Mike sat between his parents, legs swinging from the high chair. His eyes were still a little tired, but there was a softness in them again. He was humming something quietly—a melody from the glowing children's spellbook Selene had read him the night before.

Leon reached for another slice of roasted meat, while Selene poured herself another cup of tea.

Peace. It was fragile, but present—for now.

Then—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

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Three sharp raps echoed through the House grand oak doors.

Leon and Selene locked eyes.

"That's not a merchant," he muttered, rising from his chair.

Mike turned, curious. "Is it the magic teacher?"

Selene nodded slowly. "Maybe."

Leon strode to the door and opened it wide.

A breeze rolled in—soft and chilled, carrying the faint scent of lilacs and moonlight.

Standing in the doorway was a girl.

Or... someone who looked like one.

She stood with perfect posture, a long silken cloak wrapped around her pale, slender frame. Her eyes were lavender—deep, ancient, and unreadable. Her silver hair shimmered like falling mist, braided in a high crown that suggested noble heritage.

She looked sixteen. Seventeen at most.

But Leon knew better.

She bowed with elegance born not from politeness—but centuries of discipline.

"I am Elira Vael'thyrin, of the Nytherin Eluvians," she said in a calm, bell-like voice. "I have come in answer to your letter."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Nytherin... That's an old name."

Selene stepped beside him, stunned. "They're supposed to be extinct. A race of humans who live over a thousand years... Their magic is fused with celestial blood."

Elira inclined her head. "We are not many. But we are never late."

Mike peeked out from behind Leon. His eyes widened. "She's glowing..."

Indeed, the air around Elira shimmered faintly—threads of soft starlight winding around her like a protective veil.

Leon stepped aside. "Come in."

She entered silently, her feet making no sound on the stone. As she passed Mike, she paused, and her eyes met his.

He stiffened.

Her voice was softer now. "You have seen it."

Mike gave a small nod.

"I will teach you to unsee it."

Selene's breath caught. "You can do that?"

Elira turned her head slowly. "No one can erase what the Book of Echoed Shadows touches. But I can help him remember who he is. That will be enough... if he is strong."

Leon smirked, folding his arms. "Then you've come to the right boy."

Elira looked back to Mike, then smiled ever so slightly.

"Then let us begin."

"First, come with us. Let's have some breakfast and a proper discussion," Leon said with a calm, inviting tone.

"Yes," Selene agreed with a gentle nod. She turned to Elira and added, "Come with us."

Elira, a shy and reserved girl, hesitated at first—she wasn't used to being treated with such kindness. Her past had taught her to expect distance, not warmth. But after a moment of uncertainty, she quietly nodded and followed Selene, Leon, and Mike, walking gently beside Leon, her steps growing steadier within the safety of his presence.

Leon, Selene, Mike, and Elira took their seats around the dining table. Moments later, Althea, the graceful maid, approached with a warm smile and carefully served food to Elira, her movements elegant and attentive, as though aware of the girl's quiet nature.

"So, Elira, what kind of magic do you know?" Leon asked, his voice calm and curious.

Elira paused for a moment before replying softly, "I've mastered Level 1 and Level 2 magic. I studied at the Arcanum Magisterium School of Magic."

"Impressive," Selene said with a warm nod and a sweet smile.

Leon leaned back slightly and added, "That's great—but more than anything, I want my son to become a skilled sword fighter."

At that moment, Althea, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. "We can arrange for Master Mike to have magic lessons in the morning, and sword training in the evening."

"A brilliant idea," Leon agreed, his eyes lighting up with approval.

Meanwhile, young Mike sat silently, his gaze fixed on Elira. She was undeniably beautiful—both cute and alluring. Though only four years old in body, Mike possessed the mind and memories of an 20-year-old due to his reincarnation from another world. His past life remained vivid in his mind, shaping his thoughts far beyond his current age.

Selene turned to Elira and said gently, "I've given Mike a magical book filled with numerous spell chants. Please, at night, help him study and learn the spells from it."

"Of course, Lady Selene," Elira replied with a respectful nod.

She then extended her hand toward Mike and smiled softly. "The time has come, Mike. Come with me—I'll begin teaching you magic."

Without hesitation, Mike reached for her hand, and together, the two made their way toward the garden, where their magical lessons were about to begin under the quiet glow of the evening sky.

Selene looked at Elira and said warmly, "I've given Mike a magical book filled with various spell chants. Please make sure to teach him from it during the night."

"Yes, Lady Selene," Elira replied with a gentle nod. She then extended her hand toward Mike and spoke softly, "The time has come. Come with me, Mike—it's time for your magic lessons."

Mike looked up at her, his young eyes wide with wonder. Are you kidding me? he thought, barely able to contain his excitement. I'm actually holding hands with such a beautiful girl. Her hands are so soft... I could kiss them right now.

With that flurry of thoughts swirling in his mind, he quietly took her hand, and together they walked toward the garden, where the first sparks of magic were about to be lit under the sunlit sky.