The training in the forest had been grueling but transformative. Liam stood in the clearing, the morning sun casting golden rays over the dew-covered grass. His grandfather, Adrian, stood before him, arms crossed and a proud glint in his eye. Lilia was beside him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. Over the past few weeks, both Liam and Lilia had grown in leaps and bounds, their understanding of magic and its potential deepened under Adrian’s rigorous instruction.


    “You’ve exceeded my expectations,” Adrian began, his voice firm but filled with warmth. “Liam, you’ve shown immense potential. Lilia, your progress has been remarkable as well. You’ve come far, but remember: magic is a lifelong journey. Use what I’ve taught you wisely.”


    Lilia bowed deeply, her gratitude evident. “Thank you, Father. I never imagined I could improve this much.”


    Mara, who had been watching from the edge of the clearing with little Amara in her arms, stepped forward. “It’s time we returned to the Empire. The family is waiting, and we’ve been away for too long.”


    Adrian nodded, a hint of reluctance in his expression. “Indeed. It’s time for you to meet the rest of the family, Liam. They’re eager to see you all again.”


    The journey back to the Empire was calm but filled with anticipation. The carriage moved steadily through winding roads, escorted by riders from Adrian’s household. Liam sat quietly, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. His training had given him a new sense of purpose, but the prospect of meeting his extended family filled him with both excitement and nervousness.


    As they neared the capital, Liam couldn’t help but notice the grandeur of the towering walls and the bustling activity around the gates. When they arrived, a sight awaited him that left him momentarily speechless. Standing at the gates were seven women, each radiating an aura of elegance and strength. These were Adrian’s wives—Liam’s grandmothers.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    The first, Lady Evelina, was the matriarch. Her silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her piercing blue eyes carried an air of wisdom. She was Adrian’s first wife and the one who managed the family’s affairs with unmatched skill.


    Beside her stood Lady Catriona, a lively woman with fiery red hair and a mischievous smile. She was the second wife and the mother of Elric, Liam’s father. Her energy was contagious, and she greeted her son with a warm embrace.


    The third was Lady Seraphina, a serene beauty with long, flowing black hair. She had an air of calm authority and was known as a master strategist.


    Then there was Lady Rosalind, the fourth wife, who exuded a nurturing warmth. Her gentle demeanor was complemented by her exceptional healing magic, which had earned her the title of the Saintess of the Empire.


    Lady Helena, the fifth wife, was a striking figure with short-cropped blonde hair. She was known as the Sword Saint, her martial prowess legendary across the land.


    Next was Lady Valeria, a graceful and scholarly woman who had a reputation for her deep understanding of magical theory. She was the sixth wife, and her sharp mind was second to none.


    Finally, there was Lady Isabella, the seventh wife. She had a playful glint in her eye and a youthful energy that belied her age. She was an adventurer at heart and had traveled far and wide, collecting treasures and knowledge from distant lands.


    Liam’s father, Elric, stepped forward and embraced each of his mothers with genuine affection. Growing up surrounded by their love and guidance had forged an unshakable bond between them.


    As the greetings concluded, another surprise awaited Liam. Two carriages arrived shortly after, adorned with the insignias of a count and a duke. From one stepped a stern-looking man with the crest of a count on his chest, followed by a kind-eyed woman—Mara’s parents. From the other emerged a regal man bearing the duke’s crest, accompanied by a poised and elegant woman who could only be Lilia’s mother.


    Liam’s jaw dropped. “Wait… Mama is the daughter of a count, and Mama Lilia is the daughter of a duke?”


    Mara chuckled softly. “Surprised, are you? We didn’t think it was necessary to mention it before.”


    Lilia smirked. “Titles don’t matter in the village, Liam. We’ve always been more than our lineage.”


    The families exchanged warm greetings, their joy evident as they reunited after so long. Adrian’s wives welcomed Mara and Lilia with open arms, showering Amara with affection. It was clear that the bonds between them were strong despite the time that had passed.