Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 398: I’m The Idiot

Warlock Ch 398. I'm The Idiot

Damian groaned again. "Let me guess. The chaos made your mission easier."

"Oh, absolutely," she grinned. "The guards left their posts when that loud explosion echoed through the city. I didn't even need to hypnotize anyone. Walked right in."

"I wonder who that idiot was," she added casually.

Damian raised a hand without looking at her. "It was me. I'm the idiot."

Cassius tried—really tried—not to laugh, but it came out anyway, a low chuckle that turned into a full snort.

Victoria rolled her eyes, then walked over and perched on the armrest next to Damian, crossing her legs. She reached over and flicked a strand of damp hair from his face.

"You need to stop almost dying," she said.

"You need to stop appearing like a cryptid at midnight," Damian shot back.

"Touché."

Victoria gave him a lazy smile, the kind that said she knew she was ridiculous and leaned into it anyway.

Cassius stretched with an audible groan, standing and twisting his back until something popped. "Alright. This has been fun, but I'm calling it. I need at least four hours of sleep if we're gonna dive into that hellhole tomorrow."

"Agreed," Victoria added, rising smoothly from the couch like her heels didn't even touch the floor. "I'd like to be fully recharged before throwing hands with reality again."

Damian tilted his head back against the cushions and stared at the ceiling. "Can't we just, like… take a vacation instead?"

Cassius snorted. "We did. That's how we got into this mess."

"Touché again," Damian muttered.

Victoria stepped closer and rested a hand on Damian's shoulder, her fingers cool against the warmth of his still-damp shirt. "Sleep, Damian. Even cursed men need rest."

He glanced up at her, the smallest smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. "Don't start writing poetry now."

"No promises." She leaned down, kissed his forehead gently, and turned to leave.

"Oh, and before I forget—archive vault. Central one," Cassius added. "Tomorrow we check it."

Victoria glanced back over her shoulder, "We'll need Selena's blood to bypass the seal. Do you think this could work?"

Cassius shrugged. "Dunno. Not before we try."

Damian frowned. "You think she'll agree?"

Cassius tilted his head. "She's here. She's been helping. She has a thing for you." freewebnøvel.com

Damian blinked. "That's not—"

Victoria raised a brow. "Oh please. She looks at you like you're the last moonflower in a dying forest."

Cassius smirked. "He knows. He's just pretending not to."

Damian groaned. "I hate both of you."

Victoria smiled sweetly. "You love us."

Cassius clapped him on the back. "Now go sleep, lover boy. Tomorrow we try not to die again."

Victoria made her exit first, disappearing down the hall with that same slow, regal stride she always had.

Cassius followed after with a lazy salute. "Sleep tight, wet disaster."

"Bite me."

"Maybe later."

The room fell quiet again, lit only by the dying fire. Damian finally stood up, stretching, every joint in his body clicking like someone shaking a bag of bones. His boots squelched faintly as he moved toward the stairs, and he made a mental note to burn them and never speak of them again.

The hallway outside was dark, but not silent. He heard faint movement—a door creaking softly, light footsteps. At the far end of the corridor, someone peeked out from one of the guest rooms.

Selena.

Her long hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes glowed softly in the dim hallway light.

She looked small in her nightgown, barefoot, fingers curled around the edge of the doorway like she hadn't fully decided whether to step out or stay hidden.

"You're not sleeping yet?" she asked, voice quiet, a little unsure.

Damian smiled gently. "Heading there now."

Her eyes drifted down, and her nose scrunched a little. "You're… wet."

Damian glanced down at himself like he'd forgotten. His shirt was still clinging to him, and his boots let out the softest squelch with every shift of weight. "Yeah. Fell into a river."

Selena blinked. "What?"

"The dragon general chased me," he added like it was just an unfortunate weather report. "I'll take a shower after this. I swear."

She bit her lip, trying not to smile. "You're hopeless."

"Been told that a lot today."

She stepped a little further out into the hall, still watching him. "Did you… hunt them down? I mean… the councils. The ones trying to silence everything."

Damian's expression shifted just slightly—his smile fading, jaw tightening just a bit.

"Yeah," he said, his voice lower now. "I need to thin out their forces. Cut off their reach before it spreads too far."

Selena nodded once, serious now. She didn't need to ask more. She already knew how far he'd go for the truth. How far he had gone.

"There's something else too," Damian added after a beat. "We found something. A lead."

Her head tilted. "What kind of lead?"

"A vault," he said. "Central archive, hidden chamber underneath it. Looks like some kind of sealed source. Information, maybe more. Something powerful. And…"

He hesitated before finishing.

"…we need your blood to open it."

Selena stared.

"A fae noble—maybe someone royal—was involved in the seal. Could've been generations ago. Your bloodline might be the key."

She didn't speak right away. Just processed.

"Do you think it'll work?" she finally asked.

Damian shrugged. "We won't know until we try."

Another pause.

Then she said softly, "Alright. If it helps you… I'll do it."

Damian nodded, something easing in his chest.

She studied his face again, this time with more worry than teasing. "You look tired."

"I am," he admitted, rubbing his neck. "Tomorrow's gonna be… fun."

Selena nodded slowly, then stepped back to her door. "You'll wake me if you need me?"

"I will," he said. "I promise."

She gave him a small smile—gentle, warm—and closed the door behind her with a quiet click. Damian stood there a moment longer, then exhaled and made his way down the hall. The night was still. Just a few more hours of peace before it all began again.

She lingered a moment longer, then disappeared back inside, closing the door with a soft click.

Damian exhaled.

One more night.

Then back into the fire.