Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 273: Exam Day [Part 2]

Warlock Ch 273. Exam Day [Part 2]

"Would’ve been rude to waste your time," Damian quipped.

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Cassius scoffed. "You’re still good at talking."

"It’s a skill," Damian grinned before his expression grew more serious. "So, any last-minute advice?"

Cassius finally looked at him, his sharp gaze assessing. "The exam is different every time. No one knows exactly what the trials will be until they’re announced. But one thing remains the same—only the strongest make it through. The ones who hesitate, the ones who underestimate their opponents… they don’t."

Damian nodded, rolling his shoulders. "Got it."

Cassius eyed him for a moment longer before exhaling. "Don’t get killed."

Damian smirked. "You say that like it’d be easy."

Cassius shook his head. "For most people, it would be. For you? I have my doubts."

Damian chuckled, stepping toward the entrance. "Guess we’ll see."

He walked through the grand doors of the Sanctum and could feel the eyes of the officials, the other participants, and the watching audience all turn toward him. The expectation settled on his shoulders.

He wouldn’t just survive this exam.

He was going to dominate it.

Damian stepped deeper into the Sanctum. All the watching eyes barely fazed him. He could already feel the tension thick in the air, the anticipation humming between the participants as they awaited the exam’s details. The Sanctum officials moved like clockwork, their robed figures gliding across the stone floor, their voices hushed but firm as they directed exam candidates toward the designated hall. Read the latest on novelbuddy

And then, just as he reached the waiting area, he saw her.

Selena.

The fae princess.

His gaze flickered toward her immediately, though he forced himself to remain composed. The investigation he and Cassius had conducted over the past week had confirmed what he already suspected—Selena wasn’t just some noble playing pretend in the commoner’s exam. She was royalty. The fae princess.

And yet, here she was, standing among commoner magi and warlocks as if she belonged, her simple dress and lack of extravagant accessories making her look oddly… unassuming. If it weren’t for the way she carried herself—with that effortless grace and confidence that only someone born into power could possess—she could have passed for an ordinary participant.

Her knight was, as always, close by. The elven combat mage stood like a sentry at her side, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if daring someone to get too close.

Damian forced himself to look away, slipping into his usual relaxed posture. Cassius, however, caught the shift in his attention.

"You’re looking again," Cassius muttered, not even bothering to lift his gaze from the roster he had been reviewing.

"Of course, I am," Damian replied under his breath. "She’s a fae princess who voluntarily chose to take the commoner’s exam instead of the noble or royal paths. That doesn’t scream ’suspicious’ to you?"

Cassius finally glanced at him. "Oh, it absolutely does. But let me guess—you want to know why?"

Damian scoffed. "Obviously. And since you love digging up dirt, I assume you already figured it out."

Cassius shrugged. "You give me too much credit. Even I don’t know why she’s doing this."

Damian blinked. "Wait. You’re telling me you don’t know?"

"I said what I said." Cassius tucked the roster away and crossed his arms. "Selena’s reasons are a mystery even to the fae council. No official records, no political maneuvering that suggests why she’d do this. It’s like she just… woke up one day and decided this was the path she wanted."

Damian’s brows furrowed. "That makes no damn sense."

"Agreed."

They both stood in silence for a moment, watching as Selena greeted one of the Sanctum officials with a polite nod. The official, clearly taken aback, bowed deeply before leading her toward the registration desk. Even among royals, fae princesses were rare to see in these circles. The reaction was expected.

"Do you think it has anything to do with me?" Damian finally asked.

Cassius sighed. "I don’t know. Maybe. It wouldn’t be the first time your past decided to haunt you in unexpected ways."

Damian exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "Great. Just what I needed."

Cassius smirked. "You’re handling this better than I expected."

Damian shot him a dry look. "Oh, trust me, I’m screaming internally."

Cassius chuckled. "Well, keep it together. The last thing we need is for you to attract any more attention than you already do."

"Too late for that," Damian muttered, glancing up just in time to see Selena’s eyes flicker toward him.

Their gazes met—just for a second.

It was brief, barely a moment, but something passed between them. Recognition? Curiosity? Something. Damian wasn’t sure, but his gut told him this wasn’t the second time they had locked eyes. And judging by the slight tilt of her head, the almost imperceptible narrowing of her gaze, Selena felt the same way.

Once again, the moment was broken when her knight stepped forward, placing himself subtly between them. A silent warning. Damian smirked to himself. ’Protective. As expected.’

Cassius followed his gaze and let out a quiet sigh. "Try not to make enemies before the exam even starts."

"Try telling him that," Damian murmured, nodding toward the elven knight. "Pretty sure he already hates me though I didn’t do anything."

Cassius smirked. "That’s an improvement. Normally, you get yourself nearly assassinated within the first five minutes."

"Hey, I’m learning," Damian grinned, then turned serious again. "So, what now? Do we ignore her?"

Cassius considered it for a moment. "For now, yes. Until we know what she wants, it’s better to observe."

Damian nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets as he leaned against one of the pillars. "Fine. But something tells me she won’t be easy to ignore."

As if proving his point, Selena turned away from the officials and started walking again, her stride was confident. But when she passed by, she paused—just slightly—before continuing on.

Damian let out a slow breath. ’Yep. Definitely not going to be easy,’ he thought.