Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 271: Bossy

Warlock Ch 271. Bossy

Damian pushed the door open, stepping into the familiar warmth of the house. "I’m home."

The door clicked shut behind him with a flick of his fingers, his telekinesis sealing it without him sparing it a glance. He strode towards the table, dropping the heavy bags filled with books onto its surface with a dull thud. The weight had started to strain his arms towards the end, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud.

Victoria was the first to greet him, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "I’m surprised you didn’t order your servants to carry those heavy bags."

Damian glanced at her, watching as a red aura shimmered around her hands, the bloody orb of energy hovering above her palm. She was busy controlling her puppet, probably handling something crucial, and yet she spoke as if she was merely having a casual conversation.

He shrugged, rolling his shoulders to ease the slight tension. "No, I thought of working out a little after some training."

Victoria arched a brow. "That’s very unusual." Continue your adventure with novelbuddy

"I only did some light training earlier, not as intense as usual. So I figured I’d add a bit more."

She smirked, nodding approvingly. "Makes sense."

His gaze drifted towards Evelyn, who was near the cauldron, her lips moving in a low chant as she weaved magic into the bubbling mixture. The scent in the air was a strange mix of herbs—strong but not as pungent as yesterday. The concoction in the cauldron glowed faintly, shifting colors as the spell settled into it.

"She’s busy, huh?" Damian mused, watching the fluid swirl.

"Always," Victoria said. "She’s got a gift for this kind of thing."

Damian knew that well. Evelyn had always been an expert in potion crafting, something he had dabbled in before, but nowhere near her level. There was an artistry to her work, an intuitive finesse that turned even the most complex of brews into something manageable. He leaned against the table, arms crossed as he observed.

Evelyn finally turned to them, her brows furrowing. "If you two are just going to stand there staring, at least be useful and bring me the jar of phoenix ash from the shelf."

Damian chuckled, pushing off the table. "So bossy."

Victoria smirked. "You like it."

"I tolerate it." He grabbed the jar from the shelf and handed it over, watching as Evelyn carefully measured the fine ash before sprinkling it into the cauldron. The mixture sizzled upon contact, dark smoke rising before dissipating into nothing.

Damian rested his chin on his hand. "And this one is for…?"

"A reinforcement potion," Evelyn answered, stirring slowly. "A variation of the standard resilience elixir, but I’ve modified it with some old alchemy formulas. It should enhance stamina and magic recovery."

His lips curled into a smirk. "So, you’re finally making something I can actually use?"

Evelyn shot him a look. "Not everything is about you, you know."

"Debatable," he quipped.

Victoria chuckled, flexing her fingers. "You’re putting a lot of effort into this batch. Something tells me you’re expecting a certain warlock to come back from his exam half-dead."

Evelyn sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, I know you’ll be fine, Damian. But that doesn’t mean I won’t prepare just in case."

Damian leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his smirk softening slightly. "I appreciate the thought, but I’ll pass the exam just fine."

Evelyn gave him a dry look. "Uh-huh. Says the man who’s spent the last few weeks saying the exam will be a massive headache."

"Doesn’t mean I’ll fail it."

Victoria hummed. "You sound confident."

"I have to be," Damian replied easily. "Confidence is half the battle. The other half is actually knowing what the hell you’re doing," he repeated.

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Evelyn poured a portion of the potion into a small vial, eyeing him. "And do you?"

He grinned. "I guess we’ll find out."

Victoria let out a small chuckle before gesturing towards the books he had dropped earlier. "And what are those? Light reading before bed?"

Damian glanced at the bags and exhaled. "More like study material. Cassius helped pick out a few that might be useful."

Victoria arched a brow. "Cassius helped?"

"He tossed a bunch of books at my head while floating around the library like some kind of cryptid."

Evelyn snorted. "Sounds about right."

Damian opened one of the bags and pulled out a particularly thick tome, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. "Most of it’s stuff I already know, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to refresh my memory. Especially with the sanctum watching me like a damn hawk."

Victoria’s eyes flickered with amusement. "They are watching you. Closely."

Evelyn set down the vial and crossed her arms. "Which is why you need to be careful. The second they suspect something, they’ll dig deeper."

Damian sighed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, I know that. Which is why I’m not planning on standing out more than I have to."

"Not standing out?" Victoria tilted her head, smirking. "You, of all people, saying that?"

Damian groaned. "I mean, in this specific scenario."

Evelyn leaned against the counter, a knowing smile on her lips. "Just don’t do anything reckless."

Damian met her gaze. "No promises."

Victoria laughed. "I’d be disappointed if you did."

He smirked, shaking his head before glancing back at the cauldron. "So, when will this be ready?"

Evelyn examined the potion’s consistency before nodding. "A few more hours. It needs to settle."

"Perfect," Damian stretched. "That gives me enough time to take a break before reading through this pile of books."

Victoria leaned on the table, looking amused. "A break? That’s rare."

He gave her a lazy grin. "Even warlocks need a little downtime."

Evelyn smirked. "I’ll believe it when I see it."

Damian sighed dramatically. "The lack of faith in me is astounding."

Victoria chuckled. "Oh, we believe in you, Damian. Just not when you say you’ll take it easy."

He rolled his eyes, reaching for a book and flipping it open. "Fine. I’ll pretend to take it easy while I study."

Evelyn and Victoria exchanged a knowing look before turning back to their tasks.

As Damian settled in, his mind still whirled with thoughts of the exam, of the sanctum, and of a certain fae princess whose presence still lingered in the back of his mind.

He had a feeling things were going to get very interesting soon.