Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 459: Back to Haven

Warlock Ch 459. Back to Haven

Damian's lip twitched. "Noted."

Cassius snorted. "Can I watch if it happens?"

"I will give you the front row," Damian said.

It was stupid. It was small. It was completely out of place after what just happened inside that chamber. But somehow, it was perfect.

They started moving again. Out through the corridors, past the line of silent guards who watched them pass like ghosts afraid to speak. The sun outside had shifted—lower now, spilling gold across the rooftops. A warmth that felt earned, not gifted.

The air was different too.

Like the city itself was holding its breath.

They didn't stop until they reached the teleportation platform. There, things started to split.

The Fae delegation—King, Cedric, Alric and their guards—were preparing to leave for their territory.

The King gave Selena one last look, and though his face didn't change much, there was the faintest glimmer of something… maybe pride. Maybe sorrow. Maybe both. freewёbnoνel.com

"Write to us," he said.

"I will," Selena whispered.

Cedric stepped in and handed her a small crystal. "This one's for emergencies only. You tap it, and I show up with a very aggressive sword and no questions."

Selena nodded. "Thank you."

And just like that, they stepped into the gate. One pulse of light, and the Fae were gone.

Victoria stretched like a cat, the faint clinking of her earrings catching the fading sun. "Well," she said, "as much as I'd love to hang around and watch you rebuild society with fire and casual threats, I need to check into my palace. A few nobles might be panicking after my commander's sudden... demise."

Cassius raised an eyebrow. "You sure you're not running away from paperwork?"

She rolled her eyes. "Please. I am the paperwork."

Then she stepped up to Damian. Not too close. Just enough.

"I'll be back," she said. "After I clean up my side."

"I will waiting for you," he said, voice quieter now.

A soft touch to his shoulder. Then she was gone too, vanishing into her own crimson-tinged teleport sigil like a whisper of dusk.

Lysandra was the last to linger. She stood a little apart from the rest, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

"I have to report this to the Dragon King," she said eventually. "They'll demand an explanation. A full one."

"No doubt," Aria said.

Lysandra sighed and looked up at the sky like it had offended her. "But after that… I'm done."

That turned heads.

"You?" Cassius asked, eyebrows climbing. "Retiring?"

Lysandra gave a short nod. "I've seen enough wars. Enough betrayals. And I like Haven. For all its flaws." She looked at Damian. "And you. I'll be back soon."

Damian didn't hesitate. "Be safe."

She blinked once. Then nodded. That was all she needed.

Aria didn't say anything at first. Just stood quietly, gazing out over the platform like she was trying to decide something.

"I'm not going back either," she said finally.

Cassius whistled. "The whole council's falling apart."

"I've had enough of pretending to be part of a machine that's rusted through," she said. "I'd rather help build something new."

Damian looked at her. "You sure?"

She gave him a dry look. "You asking because you care or because you're trying to make me say it twice?"

He smiled faintly. "Little bit of both."

She smirked, then looked away. "Then yeah. I'm sure."

The teleport gate shimmered.

They stepped onto the platform, the sigils lighting up beneath their feet like stars waking up from slumber.

Back to Haven.

Back to the city that had tried to burn.

The gate opened with a low hum, and the scent of ash and clean rain hit them first. The streets of Haven were still scorched in some places, but the worst was over. Construction had already begun. Magical cranes hovered midair, stone blocks floated into place, and shimmering blue shields protected the outer districts from aftershocks.

People were moving. Living. Reclaiming.

And when Damian stepped through, the air seemed to ripple. Just slightly.

Heads turned.

Eyes widened.

He didn't say anything. Just nodded once.

And kept walking.

Selena followed him, expression steady. Aria walked at his side. Lysandra trailed behind with her arms folded like she was already evaluating what military units to restructure. Cassius whistled at the construction and muttered something about needing a new bar.

And then—just half a beat later, like she'd timed it on purpose—Evelyn stepped out of the swirling mist beyond the teleport gate.

Not emerged. Stepped.

Her black velvet cloak fluttered behind her like it had its own mood.

She didn't rush. Didn't call out. Just drifted forward and slid into place on Damian's other side, perfectly symmetrical with Aria. Like she'd always been there.

Damian blinked sideways. "Where the hell have you been?"

Evelyn didn't look at him. She gave a little shrug, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve. "Just throwing one or two things in the capital. Hexes. Wards. Something subtle. To make sure the Tribunal doesn't pull anything nasty again."

He raised an eyebrow. "Define subtle."

"Oh, you know," she said casually, flicking a strand of hair back behind her ear. "One of their crystal corridors might now scream every time someone lies in it."

Cassius nearly tripped.

"You hexed the Tribunal?"

"I improved it," Evelyn replied, her tone dry enough to sandpaper a plank. "A little extra accountability never hurt anyone. Except liars."

Aria snorted. "Gods, I missed this energy."

Selena looked over. "Wait… did you just linger behind on purpose?"

Evelyn finally looked at Damian, eyes softening just a hair. "You had enough spotlights today. I didn't want to steal it."

Damian gave her a long look—then shook his head, smiling faintly. "Next time, just say you wanted dramatic timing."

"I always want dramatic timing," she replied sweetly, then bumped her shoulder lightly against his.

The group walked on.

Citizens were watching now—guards pausing mid-patrol, builders freezing in the act of setting spell-marked stones, students from the academy peeking around corners. Whispers followed in their wake, but no one dared to step in their way.

The Warlock of Eternal Bonds had returned.

Not as a prisoner.

Not as a threat.

But as a reckoning.

And this time?

He wasn't going anywhere.