Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 353. Not Unexpected

Damian tensed for a fraction of a second. "What about last night?"

Cassius gave him a pointed look. "You woke up feeling light, wanted to do something nice, so you cooked breakfast like some kind of domestic—" He sniffed the air, cutting himself off. "Okay, wait. That actually smells good."

Damian smirked. "Didn't doubt me, did you?"

Cassius rolled his eyes. "I doubt you in many things. Cooking, apparently, isn't one of them." He leaned closer, peering at the food. "Is that Misty Vale Cream? That's rare."

"Yeah. Figured it'd be good after…" He hesitated, then changed the subject. "You eat yet?"

Cassius huffed. "I was going to grab something after I—" He stopped, his nose twitching as he caught another whiff of the sizzling omelets. His expression shifted from indifferent to mildly tempted.

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Sit down."

Cassius scoffed. "I don't—"

"Sit. Down."

A beat. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, Cassius dropped into a chair. "…Fine."

Damian smirked in victory as he set down a plate in front of him. Cassius poked at the food suspiciously at first, but the moment he took a bite of the omelet, his eyes flickered with genuine surprise.

"…Damn," he muttered.

"Good?"

Cassius just grunted, shoving another bite into his mouth.

Damian chuckled, but before he could say anything else, soft footsteps echoed from the hallway. A moment later, Evelyn's voice, still thick with sleep, broke the quiet.

"Smells good," she mumbled.

Damian turned, watching as Victoria stepped into the kitchen, her hair slightly messy, her usual sharp expression softened by the remnants of sleep. But there was something different about her this morning—less guarded, more at ease. The oversized shirt she'd thrown on barely covered her thighs, and for a second, Damian's brain short-circuited.

Damn.

She stretched lazily, eyes flicking to him with a slow, assessing look before landing on the sizzling food. Her nose scrunched.

"You're making breakfast," she muttered. "Why?"

Damian smirked as he flipped the Moonshadow Brioche onto a plate, letting the golden crust glisten under the morning light. The scent of melted mana-infused cinnamon and warm honey filled the air, mixing with the tart sweetness of the Sylvanberry Compote he was preparing on the side.

"Felt like it," he said, turning to grab another pan.

Victoria hummed, walking over and propping herself against the counter. Her gaze flickered over the food, unimpressed.

"You do realize I can't eat any of that, right?"

Damian shot her a look, already reaching for a crystal glass. "Yeah, yeah, hold on."

Victoria raised a brow as he pulled out a small, glowing vial filled with a dark, swirling liquid. He uncorked it, pouring the liquid into the glass, watching as it shimmered slightly with a faint iridescence. Nocturne Elixir—a blend of blackthorn nectar, abyssal nightshade, and a drop of arcane moonlight. A vampire's equivalent of an energy drink, but without the bitterness most of them had.

And then, without hesitation, he bit his own thumb, letting a few drops of his blood drip into the mixture.

The elixir reacted immediately, deepening to a rich, intoxicating crimson. The air shifted, thick with magic. Damian swirled the glass before sliding it toward her.

"Extra flavor," he said casually.

Victoria's pupils dilated as she picked it up, bringing it to her lips. She took a slow sip, her sharp fangs peeking out slightly as the drink slid down her throat. Then she exhaled, a pleased hum vibrating in her chest.

"You did this because of last night, didn't you?" Evelyn piped up from behind them, her voice still laced with sleep. She stepped into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes, her silver hair a tangled mess.

Damian leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Kinda," he admitted, watching as Victoria drained the rest of the glass. "I feel better."

Evelyn gave him a long look before shaking her head with a smirk. "Good."

"Good thing you three weren't as loud as I expected," Cassius said, completely deadpan.

Evelyn choked on her tea. Victoria didn't even blink.

Damian narrowed his eyes. "Cas."

Cassius, unbothered, kept eating. "I'm just saying," he continued. "I was this close to kicking all three of you out."

Victoria smirked, swirling her empty glass. "You wouldn't dare."

Cassius stared at her, face blank. "Try me."

Damian rolled his eyes before setting the plates down on the table. "Eat. If I hear another word about last night, I'm setting this whole breakfast on fire."

Victoria raised a brow. "You wouldn't."

Damian held up a small flame in his palm.

"…You absolutely would," she muttered.

They started eating, the kitchen filled with the sounds of clinking silverware and soft murmurs. The Moonshadow Brioche was light and fluffy, soaking up the syrupy Sylvanberry Compote perfectly. The Crimsonleaf Sausages were spiced just enough to leave a lingering heat on the tongue, made from magically-enhanced boar that increased stamina. The Goldenroot Hash had a crisp, buttery texture, subtly enhancing mana flow with every bite. Even Victoria, despite her inability to eat normal food, seemed content just watching the rest of them enjoy it.

For a brief moment, Damian let himself sink into the moment.

The warmth of the kitchen. The lingering scent of cooked spices. The quiet presence of people who, despite everything, had stayed.

It was... nice.

But then, mid-bite, he froze.

A shift. A disturbance in the air.

Cassius set down his glass, sighing.

"Yeah," he muttered, voice laced with irritation. "Faster than I expected."

Damian exhaled through his nose, fingers tightening around his fork. "They're coming."

A pause. Then Victoria tilted her head, curiosity flashing in her crimson gaze. "Who?"

Damian looked up, eyes dark. "The fae. Selena. Cedric. Alric. Business."

Evelyn leaned back, folding her arms. "Well. That's not unexpected."

Cassius pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah."

Damian rolled his shoulders, stretching out the stiffness, before exhaling. His fingers drummed against the table, his mind already calculating the possibilities.

"Shall we meet them?" he asked, his tone casual, but there was an undeniable weight beneath it.

Cassius let out a slow breath. "Yeah. I'll have the servants bring them here. Who knows, maybe they'll want to eat with us."