Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 310: Where is My Thank You

Warlock Ch 310. Where is My Thank You

"Whoever's out there," Cassius muttered, "they're strong. Annoyingly so."

Victoria snorted, wiping sweat from her brow. "Well, obviously. Wouldn't be fun if they weren't."

Damian barely had the energy to acknowledge them. His mind felt slow, his limbs heavy. He forced himself to stay focused. They weren't done.

The fight lasted ten agonizing minutes.

Selena twitched first, then coughed, her breath ragged but improving. The veins along her arms—once blackened with poison—began to fade, returning to their natural color. Her pulse, once erratic, stabilized.

Then, finally, she stirred and stopped coughing those black blood.

Evelyn let out a long exhale, practically collapsing onto the floor as her runes flickered, cracked, then shattered completely. The spellwork she had carefully laid out was spent, broken beyond repair.

Victoria huffed. "Well, that was a pain in the ass."

Damian didn't respond. He couldn't.

His legs finally gave out, and he dropped against the side of the bed, panting hard. His wounded wrist burned, fresh blood still dripping onto the floor.

He knew he was in bad shape.

Not only had he bled himself dry, but he'd also fought for hours in the exam before this. His body was past its limits.

Cassius gave him a side-eye, arms crossed. "You look like absolute shit."

Damian let out a hoarse chuckle, tilting his head against the mattress. "I feel like it too."

Victoria leaned against the wall, arms folded. "I don't know whether to be impressed or concerned."

Evelyn groaned. "Try being both."

Damian barely registered her words. His entire body felt heavy, his mind struggling to keep up. The moment Evelyn poured the potion onto his wrist, a cool sensation washed over his wound, the liquid sealing the cut.

But yeah, that barely helped. His entire body was shutting down.

He felt himself tilting, unable to keep himself upright.

Evelyn caught him before he hit the ground. "Tch. Idiot."

Damian smirked weakly, his head lolling against her shoulder. "You love me."

Evelyn scoffed but didn't push him away. Instead, she sighed, tightening her grip to keep him steady. "That doesn't mean I have to put up with your crazy decisions."

Before anyone could respond, a sudden pressure filled the room.

The air cracked, and Cassius' [Barrier] shattered as something exploded against it from the other side.

Then, with a loud, ear-splitting snap, the door was smashed into pieces.

Vines. Massive, twisting vines burst through the opening, their tendrils lashing out at insane speeds, aiming straight for them.

No, this wasn't Alric's magic.

This was something else.

Cassius reacted instantly.

[Hellfire Spear]

A molten spear materialized in his hand, heat radiating from it in violent, crackling waves.

[Telekinesis]

He launched the spear forward, guiding it mid-air with his will, cutting through the vines in precise slashes. The moment the blade touched the tendrils, fire erupted, spreading across them like a burning inferno.

The vines screeched, shriveling as they were reduced to ash.

Then, he stepped through the wreckage.

A fae.

Tall, elegant, with a presence that screamed royalty.

Silver hair. Violet eyes.

A prince.

Selena's brother.

Alric was behind him, looking seriously uncomfortable.

The prince's gaze scanned the room, taking in the aftermath—the burned vines, the shattered runes, the bloodstained floor—before locking onto Selena's unconscious form.

Then, his expression twisted in rage.

"What have you done to my sister?!"

Cassius sighed loudly, clearly unimpressed. "Wow. A thank-you would've been nice."

The prince's eyes darkened, his aura flaring dangerously. "Do not test me, human."

Victoria stepped forward.

Instantly, the atmosphere shifted.

The weight of royalty filled the space. Not the fae prince's.

Victoria's.

"A prince should learn to control his temper," she mused, her tone smooth, commanding, effortlessly condescending. "It would be unfortunate if he threw a tantrum in front of the wrong people."

The prince stiffened, his jaw tight.

Victoria smiled, baring the faintest hint of her fangs. "No one harmed your sister. She was poisoned. We saved her."

The prince's gaze snapped to Damian, still half-conscious against Evelyn's shoulder. "And yet, I find a warlock bleeding beside her."

Damian exhaled tiredly. "Wow. Amazing observation skills."

The prince's anger sharpened. "You—"

Evelyn cut him off, stepping forward aggressively. "You want to know who did the most to save her?"

The prince's glare didn't falter. "Go ahead. Enlighten me."

Evelyn jabbed a finger at Damian. "Him. You want to know why he looks like this? Because he bled himself dry to keep her alive."

The prince's eyes flickered toward Damian's bloody wrist, then to Evelyn's destroyed runes.

His anger wavered.

Victoria tilted her head. "Would you like more proof, or are you done making a fool of yourself?"

The prince remained silent.

Slowly, he inhaled, steadying his emotions. Then, finally, he nodded.

"Explain," he muttered.

Victoria's smirk returned. "Oh, gladly."

She was about to explain—her words already dripping with the same calm dominance that made the fae prince grit his teeth—but then…

A sharp, authoritative voice cut through the room.

"I guess the exam needs to be canceled then."

Everyone's attention snapped toward the entrance.

A group of examiners had arrived, their robes pristine, their expressions unreadable. Their eyes swept across the wrecked room—the shattered runes, the burned vines, the bloodstained floor—before landing on Damian.

The lead examiner sighed, shaking his head. "This is a mess. Besides…" His gaze hardened as he locked onto Damian. "That warlock. We need to interrogate him."

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Tension cracked through the air. Damian could already tell where this was going.

He let out a tired huff, rolling his head back against Evelyn's shoulder. "Shit… They're going to make me their scapegoat, huh?"

Cassius clicked his tongue. "Of course they are."

Evelyn's entire aura darkened, her fingers tightening on his arm. "They wouldn't fucking dare."

"Oh, they would," Victoria said lazily, but there was sharpness in her tone.

Damian didn't even have the strength to glare at the examiners properly. But before any of them could actually grab him, a voice—weak but firm—cut through the rising chaos.

"No."