Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 313: The Final Verdict

Warlock Ch 313. The Final Verdict

Evelyn blinked, turning it over in her hands. "This is—"

"A high-quality elixir from our tribe," Cedric confirmed. "You healed Selena. It's the least I can do."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "That's not something you hand out lightly."

Cedric's gaze hardened slightly. "My sister wouldn't be alive without you. Consider it a small token of repayment."

Evelyn studied the bottle for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough."

She uncorked it without hesitation, the faint emerald glow of the liquid inside shimmering as she handed it over to Damian.

"Drink."

Damian wrinkled his nose. "Smells so bad..."

Evelyn shot him a sharp look. "Do you want to be functional or not?"

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Damian sighed, taking the vial. He tilted his head back and downed the contents in one go.

The effect was instant.

A warm sensation rushed through him, spreading from his core to his limbs, replacing the dull, aching fatigue with something light and powerful. The glow from the elixir wrapped around him, seeping into his skin, and for the first time in what felt like hours, he didn't feel like a damn sack of potatoes.

He stretched his fingers, rolling his shoulders experimentally. The stiffness melted away. His head cleared, his body no longer weighed down by exhaustion.

"Holy shit…" He muttered, flexing his hand. "This is amazing…"

Evelyn, who had been watching carefully, looked at the few remaining drops in the vial. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I need to know the ingredients," she murmured.

Evelyn ignored him, tucking the empty vial into her pouch like it was some precious artifact.

Meanwhile, Aria, who had been standing quietly, finally exhaled and spoke.

"Alright. We'll finish the exam and close this all out."

Damian glanced at her, his curiosity stirring. He had a lot of questions, but… now probably wasn't the time. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "So, what now?"

Aria folded her arms. "We need to go back to the arena and announce the results."

Cassius raised an eyebrow. "The exam was already a disaster. What's left to announce? The princess assassination attempts?"

Aria looked at Damian, her expression unreadable. "His S-rank."

Victoria grinned, her fangs glinting slightly. "I do love a good dramatic ending."

Damian sighed, rubbing his face. "You mean I actually have to get up and walk back out there?" Somehow he felt like he would get an open assassination.

Cassius chuckled, pushing off the wall. "Come on, let's get this over with."

Damian stood, rolling his shoulders one more time. He could still feel the faint remnants of exhaustion, but at least he didn't feel like he was about to collapse anymore.

Aria turned toward the door. "Let's move. The longer we wait, the more complicated this gets."

And with that, they headed back to the arena.

The walk wasn't long, but it felt like the longest one of Damian's life.

They passed the examiners and council members, who all looked confused as hell but didn't immediately stop them. Some tried asking questions—some even reached out as if to physically block their way—but Aria's unwavering pace and the sheer presence she carried shut most of them up before they could say anything meaningful.

Still, Damian caught snippets of hushed whispers as they walked past.

"What's going on?"

"Are they seriously still proceeding with the exam?"

Damian sighed under his breath. 'They'll find out soon enough.'

When they arrived at the arena, the scene was a mess.

The once-packed stands had thinned out, people scattered across different areas. Some were probably still trying to figure out what had happened, hunting for their friends or chasing rumors. Others had returned to the seats, waiting for an official statement, trying to act like things were still normal.

At the center of the field, it was just Damian and Aria, standing before the few remaining council members who had finally started piecing together what Aria was doing.

And they did not look happy.

Aria stepped forward, her expression unreadable, her voice carrying over the arena with ease.

"After reviewing the situation, I am here to make the final announcement regarding this year's exam."

A low murmur spread through the crowd.

Damian could feel the tension building.

Aria continued, her words deliberate and cutting. "Selena Delyanis has been declared lost from the last match. Due to the injuries she sustained in the previous segment, she was unable to continue and therefore forfeits her final duel." Aria's voice did not waver. "And that makes Damian Blackthorn this year's winner."

Silence.

Then—explosion.

Not literal.

But the arena erupted in murmurs, protests, outright complaints.

Not everyone was happy with the decision, and the council? Of course they weren't just going to take that lying down.

One of them, an older magus with a permanent look of disapproval, stepped forward. "Lady Aria," he started, voice measured, "surely we should discuss this before making such a hasty declaration—"

Aria's gaze snapped to him so fast that the man immediately shut his mouth. "This year's exam is a mess." Her voice rang sharp through the air.

She wasn't asking or debating. She was stating a fact.

She turned to the rest of the council, her tone cold and unforgiving. "Someone is trying to sabotage us. And this year…" She let her words settle over the crowd, her expression dark. "This year has taken more participants' lives than any other."

The murmurs died instantly.

Aria took another step forward. "Are you trying to get rid of an entire generation of strong magi? By making them kill each other?"

The council members shifted uncomfortably.

Another magus, younger, but just as rigid, frowned. "With all due respect, Lady Aria, we are aware of the unfortunate incidents, but—"

"Unfortunate incidents?" Aria's voice was like a blade.

Damian could see it now.

The way the council members were scrambling.

They knew they couldn't argue against the deaths. But they still wanted control.

Victoria, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up, her voice smooth and edged with mock amusement.

"You mean to tell me that after all this, your concern is still about controlling the outcome of this exam?"

The younger council member frowned but didn't respond.