Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 311. I Have Found My Masked Warlock

Heads turned.

Selena. She was sitting up slowly, her face pale, her body trembling with the effort, but her eyes… Her eyes were sharp.

Damian blinked. "Huh. You're awake."

Selena's gaze snapped to the examiners. "Damian isn't the culprit."

The lead examiner hesitated. "Princess, we understand your—"

"No, you don't." Selena's voice gained strength, even as she struggled to sit upright. "Someone from the inside did this. The assassins, the poison—it was planned."

Damian let out a weak laugh. "Hah. Guess I should be honored you actually woke up to defend me."

Selena turned to him, her expression softening. "I wouldn't be alive if not for you."

Damian smirked, but his exhaustion betrayed him. "Well, I do try."

The examiners looked visibly uncomfortable now.

One of them frowned. "But that warlock is—"

"Is what?" Evelyn snapped, her eyes burning with irritation. "Because from where I'm standing, that warlock just did more than any of you useless bastards."

The examiner cleared his throat, clearly not expecting that level of hostility. His gaze flickered between Selena, who still sat weak but defiant, and Damian, who looked like he was two seconds from passing out but still smirking like an asshole.

After a tense pause, the examiner let out a sigh. "Fine. We'll investigate then."

Some of the other examiners shifted uncomfortably, but no one objected.

"For the time being," he continued, his tone begrudging, "the exam is canceled. No one will receive an S-rank this time."

Victoria arched a brow, arms crossed. "That's a rather convenient way to sweep this under the rug."

Cassius huffed. "So, let me get this straight—you can't figure out who the real problem is, so you just cancel the entire damn thing? Wow. Fantastic leadership."

Evelyn's eyes flared, but before she could explode on them, another presence entered the room.

Aria.

She walked in with purpose, her steps light but sharp, each movement exuding control.

Her gaze swept over the wreckage, lingering briefly on Selena, who was still pale but glaring, then flickered to Damian, who had now tilted his head back against Evelyn's shoulder, looking thoroughly entertained despite the fact that he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

Finally, she turned to the examiners.

And spoke with finality.

"There's no need to cancel the exam."

The lead examiner blinked in surprise, his posture straightening immediately. "Lady Aria—"

"That warlock," Aria continued, her voice unwavering, "has more than proven his right to an S-class rank."

Silence.

A long, heavy silence.

The examiners exchanged glances, hesitation flickering across their faces. Aria's words held weight, and they knew it.

Damian let out another breathless laugh, smirking through his exhaustion. "Well. That's one way to make things interesting."

What he knew—what everyone knew—was that Aria hated him. She had never spoken favorably of him before.

Yet, here she was, defending him.

And Damian couldn't help but wonder…

'Why?' He wanted to say that badly. But the word died in his throat.

Aria's gaze didn't waver. There was no smugness, no amusement, just calm certainty. It was almost unnerving.

Cassius was the first to break the silence. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Lady Aria." Then, with a smirk, he added, "Though, to be fair, he really did deserve it."

Damian snorted, half-conscious, but still smirking. "Glad someone appreciates my suffering."

Selena's brother—who still looked two seconds away from shoving Cassius into a wall—let out a slow, measured breath. "And we deserve an explanation."

His eyes locked onto Selena, who, despite her obvious exhaustion, held his gaze without faltering. "Let's go home."

She was still pale, still weak, but when she spoke, her voice carried strength.

"I need to talk to Damian first."

Her brother stiffened.

His jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists. He looked like he wanted to argue, to shut her down immediately, but instead, he exhaled sharply.

A moment passed.

Then, finally, he took a step back. "Fine."

But the disapproval in his eyes was clear.

Selena didn't seem to care.

She turned, her weary gaze falling on Damian, and without hesitation, she reached for his hand.

Her fingers were cold, trembling slightly, but her grip was firm.

"Thank you," she said, voice softer now. "For everything you did for me today."

Damian blinked, his exhaustion making it hard to process. "Uh. Yeah. No problem."

Selena's lips curved slightly, but there was something else in her expression now. Something… knowing.

She leaned in, closer than necessary, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered— "And I have found my masked warlock."

Damian's entire body froze.

Selena pulled back, her eyes gleaming, the exhaustion not enough to hide the amusement flickering behind them.

"It's you, right?" she murmured.

Damian's smirk returned, slow and sharp, despite the fact that he felt like he was about to collapse again.

"We'll meet again," she added, her voice carrying an unspoken promise.

Damian huffed, voice barely above a whisper. "If we meet again, please don't bring me more trouble. I've got enough of them already."

Selena giggled—weakly, but still with that same knowing amusement. "No promises."

Damian exhaled heavily, too tired to argue, but his smirk remained. He knew. Of course she wouldn't promise that.

Selena slowly turned her face away from him, her pale fingers trembling slightly as she extended a hand to her brother.

The fae prince was at her side immediately, his movements sharp, controlled, as he took her hand and helped her up. He said nothing to her, but the protectiveness in his gaze was obvious.

Then, he turned his attention to the examiners, and for the first time, he really glared at them. No, it was a death stare to be precise.

More than he ever glared at Cassius and Damian.

The examiners shifted uncomfortably, some looking away. The authority in the fae prince's posture was suffocating, his golden eyes burning with undisguised fury.

Then, without another word, he turned, guiding Selena out of the ruined room.

And just like that— They were gone.