Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 363. His Training

Her thoughts drifted again. Not just to the book, but to him.

Damian.

When would he tell her everything? Would he ever?

And when that time was coming—if it was even coming—would she be ready?

She closed the book gently, her fingers lingering on the cover.

"Well… I'm not even sure the time will come," she whispered to the room.

They only had three days. Three days to uncover a plot so tangled even the council didn't seem to see it clearly. Three days to find a truth hidden beneath centuries of lies.

If they failed… she'd be sent back.

Back to the fae territory. Back to the safety of silver towers and gilded halls. Back to her father's watchful eyes and endless diplomacy.

And she wasn't sure she'd ever get out again.

"I can't believe this," she murmured, voice raw. "All these years I've been looking for him. But when I met him... I have to separate again?"

Her heart twisted.

-DUM!

The sudden boom of magic echoed through the manor like a war drum. Not a window-rattling explosion from the distant city—this one came from inside.

Selena shot up from the bed, her body instantly alert.

"What was that?"

Another muffled boom followed. A low, vibrating thrum of power that rippled through the walls.

That wasn't just any explosion.

It was a magic release.

And not a small one.

She shoved the book back onto the shelf, her breath quickening as she slipped out into the hallway. The usual quiet was gone—replaced with a subtle hum in the air, like the whole manor was holding its breath.

Selena followed the pulse instinctively. Her feet moved quickly but carefully, the soft fabric of her slippers barely making a sound against the runed floor.

The further she went, the stronger the pressure became.

Until she turned a corner and saw them.

Two shadow servants stood silently outside a thick set of blackstone doors. They were taller than the ones she'd seen working around the manor—broader too—and something about the way their mana flared at the edges told her they weren't Cassius's.

These were Damian's.

She could feel it.

Their forms were darker, edges constantly shifting, like their bodies were only just holding themselves together. They didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe. Just stood there like statues.

Selena approached slowly.

"Um…" she began softly, then cleared her throat, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. "Is Damian inside?"

One of the servants tilted its head slightly, as if acknowledging her. Its voice was barely audible—more like a whisper directly in her mind than sound through the air.

"Master Damian is training. If you require him, we can deliver a message."

Training? Was that what all this was?

Selena's brows furrowed. "Can I watch?"

There was a pause, and then. "Yes. But please do not step inside the barrier. It will be dangerous."

She nodded immediately. "Of course."

The shadow stepped aside without another word, and the door creaked open.

The moment it did, heat and mana poured out like a wave, brushing against her skin and making her breath catch.

It felt like walking into a storm.

Selena stepped inside slowly, her eyes adjusting to the low light. The massive training hall stretched out before her—circular, reinforced with runes and obsidian walls, everything thrumming with active warding. And there, in the middle of the chaos, was him.

Damian.

His coat was off, shirt torn along the side, exposing a deep cut across his ribs that pulsed with faint red light—already healing, but clearly fresh.

Around him, two summoned monsters roared.

One was a Razorhide Cerberian, its three heads dripping with venom, fangs snapping through the air as it lunged. The other was a Thornmaw Goliath, its massive frame covered in bark armor and shifting vines, molten energy glowing beneath its skin.

And Damian?

He didn't flinch.

He moved.

Dodging the Cerberian with a tight roll, he slid beneath its belly and struck upward with a blade of pure void magic—[Shadow Fang], if she remembered correctly.

The beast shrieked as dark energy erupted through its spine, and Damian twisted away, not pausing to catch his breath.

The Goliath's arm slammed down where he'd just stood.

He countered with [Shadow Step], reappearing above the monster mid-air, plunging his dagger into the exposed molten shoulder. Mana burst from the impact, shaking the floor.

Selena's eyes widened.

He wasn't training.

He was fighting like his life depended on it.

His breathing was heavy. Sweat ran down his back. His movements weren't choreographed—they were raw. Desperate. As if he wasn't just fighting monsters... but something inside himself.

She watched, frozen in place, hands tightening around the edge of the railing that ran along the upper level of the hall.

Every move Damian made was precise. Brutal. Controlled chaos. He took hits but never backed down. Never faltered.

He was grinding.

Pushing himself past his limit on purpose.

But he ignored them all.

Selena swallowed hard, her heart racing.

'What are you doing to yourself, Damian?'

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he brought both monsters down with a massive burst of mana—[Nova Burst], an advanced spell she didn't even know warlocks could use without a catalyst. The entire chamber shook.

The Cerberian crumbled into ash.

The Goliath shattered into vines and stone.

Damian dropped to one knee, panting.

Selena's heart ached at the sight.

She wanted to go to him. Say something. Anything.

But she remembered what the servant said.

'Don't step inside the barrier.'

She stayed back, watching as Damian slowly stood again, brushing a bloody hand through his hair, chest rising and falling with every ragged breath.

He didn't even notice her.

And in that moment, Selena realized— She didn't understand his world.

Not really.

But she wanted to.

She wanted to be strong enough to stand beside him.

Even if he never stopped calling her "Princess."

Selena's grip on the railing tightened as her breath caught in her throat. Her wide eyes remained locked on the battlefield below.

The training hall trembled again.