Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 329. Angry Mob

And it wasn't just him.

Victoria had used a lot of her mana healing Selena. Evelyn, too. They were running on fumes, barely keeping themselves stable.

Which meant the only one they could really rely on right now was…

Cassius.

Damian sighed, dragging a hand down his face. 'Damn… Cassius really has to handle all my mess, huh?'

Yeah. That was not a comforting thought.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, shaking off the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. His steps were heavy, his body screaming at him to just lie down and shut up, but there was no way in hell he'd collapse in the middle of the Sanctum like some dramatic protagonist. He still had a shred of dignity left.

He made his way back to where Cassius, Evelyn, and Victoria were waiting. The once-packed arena was now nearly empty, the echoes of the earlier chaos still lingering in the air.

The audience was gone, but it wasn't a peaceful retreat.

No.

Because from another part of the Sanctum, the sound of shouting erupted—loud, angry voices clashing against stone walls, boots stomping, magic crackling in the distance.

It wasn't over.

Not even close.

Damian stopped, looking toward the source of the noise. "Where did they go?"

Victoria, lounging lazily on a stone bench, didn't even look up as she answered. "Hunting."

Damian frowned. "Hunting who?"

Evelyn, standing beside Cassius with her arms crossed, smirked slightly. "The remaining committee members. Anyone who might have been involved with the exam."

Damian blinked. "Wait—so they're just going after people?"

Evelyn shrugged. "Wouldn't you?"

Damian let out a breath, rubbing his temple. "And no one's interfering? No, like—officials stepping in? Someone trying to calm them down?"

Cassius chuckled, finally stepping forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Were you able to calm the angry mob?"

Damian exhaled sharply. "…No."

Cassius smirked. "Exactly."

Damian ran a hand down his face. "This is going to turn into a damn witch hunt."

Evelyn gave Damian a disapproval look.

"Sorry. Nullis' term," he said in apology.

Victoria chuckled, tapping her nails against her knee. "Well. Some deserve it."

Evelyn hummed. "It's not like anyone innocent is getting dragged into it. Yet."

Damian wasn't sure how he felt about that. He knew the rage fueling the crowd was justified, but anger was a dangerous thing when left unchecked. All it took was one person pointing fingers in the wrong direction, and suddenly, more bodies would be dropping—not just the guilty ones.

Cassius patted his shoulder. "You should be worrying about yourself more than them."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Oh, thank you for your deep concern."

Cassius grinned. "Let's go. You still need rest."

Damian sighed, finally giving in. "Yeah. Thanks."

His body was barely holding on, and fine, maybe Cassius had a point. Maybe passing out in the middle of a political meltdown wasn't the best idea.

The walk back to Cassius' place was a blur. Damian barely registered the streets, the cold bite of night air, or the distant echoes of the chaos still raging in the deeper parts of the Sanctum. His legs felt like lead, his thoughts sluggish, his mana still scraped raw. He wasn't sure if he was walking on his own or if Cassius was keeping him upright with magic.

He didn't care.

All he knew was the moment they stepped inside Cassius' estate, his body gave up.

He barely managed to stagger inside before collapsing face-first onto the nearest sofa.

And just like that, he was out.

The exhaustion won.

Elixirs and potions could only bring him so far, patching up the worst of his wounds, forcing his body to keep going, but they weren't miracles. What he needed wasn't more magic. It was an actual rest.

And he wasn't the only one.

Evelyn sighed as she leaned against the wall, rubbing her temple, her usually sharp eyes dim with exhaustion. "I hate everything," she muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

Victoria flopped onto the armrest of another chair, tilting her head back with an exaggerated groan. "Remind me never to heal someone again unless I'm getting something."

Cassius huffed, crossing his arms. "Oh, great. I guess it's up to me then."

Neither of them responded.

Mostly because they were too tired to argue.

Cassius sighed, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. Then, without another word, he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

A ripple of magic surged through the air, dark and controlled, stretching outward like unseen tendrils. The house reacted instantly, responding to its master's will.

Barriers snapped into place—layer upon layer of protective wards forming an invisible dome around the estate. Faint sigils flickered in the dim candlelight, their presence humming against the walls before vanishing, sinking into the foundation like an unseen web of defense.

A moment later, shadows twisted and curled, shifting unnaturally as Cassius' servants emerged. Figures of living darkness, their forms flickering like wisps of smoke, humanoid but featureless, their glowing silver eyes the only thing that stood out in the dimly lit room.

Cassius didn't even look at them as he spoke. "Take Damian to the largest guest room. Make sure he doesn't die in his sleep."

The shadows moved. Silent. Quick.

Two of them slipped forward, lifting Damian effortlessly despite his dead weight. He didn't stir, didn't make a sound. Just gone to the world, his exhaustion consuming him whole.

Cassius turned to Evelyn and Victoria, his tone firm but measured. "You both need rest. There are rooms prepared for you."

Victoria stretched, lazily tilting her head with an amused smirk. "Mm, ordering me around now?"

Cassius huffed. "Just a suggestion."

Victoria gave a small hum, clearly pleased with the courtesy, before pushing herself up with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, fine. I am exhausted."

Evelyn, however, shot him an unimpressed look. "You love telling people what to do, don't you?"

Cassius smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's a talent."

Evelyn rolled her eyes but followed Victoria as Cassius' shadow servants guided them toward their rooms. With the house secured and the others finally resting, Cassius exhaled, already anticipating the mess he would have to deal with next.

Cassius exhaled, rubbing his temple.

Finally, silence.

He looked around, surveying the aftermath of the night. Damian was out. Evelyn and Victoria were down for the count. The estate was locked down.

And now?

Now it was his turn to deal with the mess.

Because while the others could afford to rest— Cassius couldn't.