Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 151: Necessary Sacrifice

Warlock Ch 151. Necessary Sacrifice

Damian sighed, setting the mug down and running a hand through his hair. "I'm not deflecting. I'm just… I'm focused, okay? There's too much to do, too much riding on this."

"I get that," Evelyn said, her tone softer now. "But you're not a machine. You can't just keep pushing yourself like this. Even warlocks have limits."

"Maybe," Damian said, leaning back in his chair. "But I can't afford to slow down. Not with everything happening."

Evelyn shook her head, her expression a mix of exasperation and concern. "You're so stubborn."

"And you're so… you," Damian shot back, smirking faintly. "Always looking out for me, even when I don't ask for it."

"Someone has to," she replied, her voice light but edged with sincerity. "Because if it were up to you, you'd probably work yourself into the ground and call it a 'necessary sacrifice.'"

Damian laughed, though the sound was more tired than amused. "Yeah, well… maybe I would. But it's not like I have much of a choice."

Evelyn frowned, her arms uncrossing as she leaned forward. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean…" Damian hesitated, his fingers drumming against the edge of the desk. "I mean I've got Victoria breathing down my neck, Cassius pushing me to my limit, and a past that keeps clawing its way back into my head. I don't have time to slow down. If I do, I'm dead."

Her expression softened, and she reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Damian, you're not in this alone. You've got me. You've got Cassius—even if he has the emotional range of a rock. You don't have to carry this by yourself."

He looked at her, his eyes meeting hers for a long moment. "I know," he said quietly. "It's just… hard to let go, you know? I feel like if I don't handle everything, it's all going to fall apart."

"You're not Kaelan anymore," Evelyn said firmly. "You're Damian. And Damian doesn't have to shoulder the world alone."

He smirked faintly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. "You always know what to say."

"Of course I do," she said, grinning. "It's one of my many talents."

Damian picked up the mug again, taking another sip. "I should probably get back to it."

Evelyn didn't respond immediately. Instead, she reached over and picked up one of the books, flipping through it briefly before setting it back down. "Damian," she said, her tone calm but amused. "I think you're done."

He blinked, his brow furrowing. "Done? What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, gesturing to the desk, "you've read all the books. Look at the stack—it's empty."

Damian's eyes widened, and he turned to look at the desk. Sure enough, the once-towering pile of books on the left was gone.

"When did I—?" he started, but the words died in his throat as realization dawned.

"You didn't even notice, did you?" Evelyn said, her smile widening. "You were so focused, you powered through the whole stack without even realizing it."

Damian leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as a stunned laugh escaped him. "I guess," he said, still marveling at the sight of his cleared desk. "But, damn, I didn't expect to finish that fast."

Evelyn tilted her head, her arms crossed as she watched him with an amused smile. "Fast doesn't even begin to cover it. Two hours, Damian. You tore through a mountain of advanced magical texts in two hours. Even for you, that's impressive."

He turned toward the clock on the wall, his brow furrowing as he confirmed what she'd said. Two hours. That was all it had taken. Faster than he'd ever managed before—even when he'd been Kaelan.

His lips pressed into a thoughtful line, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I want to put the blame on the artifact again," he admitted, his tone half-joking, "but I guess it's helping me more than I realized."

Evelyn chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Well, if it's giving you super-speed reading powers, I won't complain. Maybe Cassius will let up on you for a day or two if he thinks you're this efficient."

"Doubt it," Damian muttered, a wry grin tugging at his lips. "He'll probably just see it as an excuse to double the workload."

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"Probably," she agreed with a laugh. "But hey, at least you can rest early tonight."

"I guess…" Damian said, trailing off as he sipped from the mug she'd brought him. But as he set the empty mug down, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

"But…" he started, leaning back in his chair again. "I'm more interested in a bit of a workout before bed."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting to one of suspicion. "A workout? You want to train again?"

"Yeah," Damian said, his tone casual but carrying a subtle undercurrent of something else. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as his gaze locked onto hers. "A bit."

Evelyn sighed, her hands finding her hips as she gave him a pointed look. "Damian, you just finished a mental marathon. Now you want to push your body too? Don't you ever stop?"

"Oh, I stop," Damian said, his voice dropping slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk curling his lips. "But what I meant by 'workout' isn't exactly… training."

Evelyn's brows furrowed, confusion flickering across her face for a moment. "Then what—?"

Before she could finish, Damian stood, closing the distance between them in a few slow, deliberate steps. His height allowed him to loom just slightly, his presence dominated her as he leaned in closer, his hands braced on the edge of the desk on either side of her.

"What I mean," he said, his voice low and teasing, "by 'workout' is, of course… you."

Evelyn blinked, her cheeks immediately flushing a deep shade of red. "Damian!" she exclaimed, her voice caught somewhere between outrage and embarrassment.