Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 328: You Know the Consequences

Warlock Ch 328. You Know the Consequences

"I will pretend not to hear this," she said, her eyes locked onto Cedric, her expression cold and unreadable. "But I will tell you once again—you cannot take down a senator without concrete evidence. You know the consequences."

Cedric, however, only smirked.

"Oh, I know." His voice was casual, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "But the thing is, you also have to know—the fae royal family won't let this assassination attempt go unpunished… despite my sister signing that stupid agreement."

The tension between them was palpable.

Aria and Cedric stared at each other, neither willing to back down.

Damian, standing between them, definitely felt like he was in the middle of a power struggle that had been brewing long before today. He knew Aria couldn't take Cedric's side so easily—not when she still had to represent the interests of the senators. But Cedric? He didn't give a damn about the political mess. He was making a statement—this won't be buried.

And Aria?

She was deciding whether or not to stop him.

For a few agonizing seconds, neither of them spoke.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Cedric gestured toward Alric. "Check the food and drink."

Alric gave a sharp nod before turning on his heel and striding out of the chamber.

Aria finally looked away.

Cedric exhaled, running a hand through his hair before turning back to Damian. "Alright. You and the battle mage can leave."

Damian blinked. "Wait, what?"

Cedric leaned against the table, his tone firm. "You're done here. Two of my soldiers will escort you out. I'm staying to continue interrogating the councils."

Damian frowned. "Can I stay? I mean, now I'm kinda invested in this whole mess—"

Cedric gave him a look. A very cynical look.

"Didn't you say you wanted to rest?" he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or was that just bullshit?"

Damian huffed. "Listen, I say a lot of things."

Cedric crossed his arms. "You're leaving."

Damian groaned. "Ugh, fine."

Cedric didn't wait for another protest. He nodded to the two fae soldiers standing by the entrance. "Escort them to the safe zone. Make sure they're actually resting."

The soldiers nodded.

Damian exchanged a glance with the battle mage, who looked just as reluctant to leave but was clearly too exhausted to argue.

With nothing else left to do, they turned and stepped out into the corridor.

The cool air hit Damian first. The stone hallway stretched before them, torches flickering along the walls.

Despite the ache in his limbs and the exhaustion weighing him down, his mind was still running.

He was curious about what Cedric was going to dig out of those council members.

But hey—at least everything he needed to do was done.

Damian exhaled as they walked through the dimly lit corridors, the sound of their footsteps bouncing softly off the cold stone walls. His body ached in ways that weren't just exhaustion—his muscles felt wrong, his mana was still running dangerously low, and the dull throb at the back of his skull wasn't letting up. He needed rest. Not just a nap. A real rest. But knowing his luck? Yeah, not happening anytime soon.

The battle mage beside him suddenly spoke, his voice low, uncertain. "Hey… we'll be safe, right?"

Damian slowed slightly, side-eyeing him. "What do you mean?"

The battle mage ran a hand through his messy, sweat-dried hair, his lips pressing into a tight line. "They told us to go home and rest. But what if…" His voice dropped even lower. "What if they send assassins to kill us in our sleep?"

Damian didn't answer immediately. Because yeah—that was a real possibility.

The people behind this weren't stupid. They wouldn't just let a loose end like this battle mage walk away unscathed. The only reason Damian himself wasn't too worried was because, well… he was Damian. He had his own countermeasures.

But this guy?

Not so much.

"Maybe you could request witness protection?" Damian offered.

The battle mage snorted. "Yeah, and put my life in their hands? No thanks."

Damian hummed in agreement. "Yeah, fair. Trust issues. Gotta love 'em."

The battle mage exhaled sharply. "I'd rather not wake up with a knife in my ribs, thanks."

Damian tilted his head. "Then how about returning to your mentor's place?"

The mage rolled his eyes. "I'm not a warlock. I'm a rank A mage, not some newbie who still clings to their mentor for protection."

Damian cringed slightly. "Damn. Okay. No need to flex."

The battle mage sighed. "That's not what I meant."

"Uh-huh."

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The battle mage glared. "You know what I mean."

Damian smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Alright, fine. Then stay with your strongest friends or family members. Set up some extra layers of barriers, traps, all that paranoid safety stuff."

The battle mage considered that for a moment. "Yeah… that could work."

"See?" Damian grinned. "Problem solved."

The battle mage shot him a skeptical glance. "And what about you?"

Damian shrugged. "I'm gonna stay at my mentor's house, of course."

The battle mage stared. "You're a rank S warlock."

Damian blinked. "And?"

"The hell are you doing staying at your mentor's house? That's—what—shouldn't he be your former mentor?"

Damian just shrugged. "A mentor's a mentor."

The battle mage still looked deeply confused.

Damian stretched lazily, wincing slightly at the pull in his sore muscles. "Besides, his place is nice, so… why not?" He grinned. "Also, I get free dinner."

The battle mage groaned, rubbing his temples. "I hate that you're making sense, but also not making sense at the same time."

Damian smirked. "It's a skill."

Yeah, he was trying to keep things light, making everything sound like a joke. But the truth? It wasn't.

His condition wasn't just bad. It was terrible. He didn't just need rest—his body was practically screaming for it. His mana reserves were still running low, his blood loss hadn't been properly accounted for despite the potions, and the energy drain from everything that had happened was weighing on him like a damn boulder.