Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 367: He Knows His Enemy

Selena broke the quiet. "Lady Evelyn…"

Evelyn tilted her head slightly.

"Evelyn is fine," she said.

Selena hesitated. "Then… Evelyn…"

Another pause.

"Do you love him?"

It came out more honest than she expected. Her voice cracked on the last word. Not with bitterness. Not with accusation. Just quiet longing. And maybe a little fear of the answer.

Evelyn didn't hesitate.

"Yes," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I love him. More than anything."

There was no fanfare. No theatrics. Just truth. Plain and raw.

Selena looked down.

She shouldn't be surprised. But it still made something in her chest ache.

"…Since when?" she asked.

Evelyn smiled a little. "Since he gave me a choice no one else did. Since he looked at me—not as a weapon, not as a witch, but as someone worth fighting for."

Selena was quiet for a long moment. "He calls me 'Princess' all the time."

Evelyn chuckled. "Yeah. That's how he keeps distance."

"I hate it," Selena murmured.

"I know."

She looked over at Evelyn again, and for once, the woman's guarded expression softened entirely.

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"I won't ask you to give up," Evelyn said. "If you want to stay by his side, then fight for it. But know this…"

She leaned in just slightly.

"Loving him means accepting how broken he is. And still choosing him every day."

Selena's throat tightened.

Evelyn smiled.

"And he's worth it."

They both looked down again.

Damian was still fighting.

Still standing.

Still alone in the fire.

Selena didn't say anything more.

But she stayed.

"You'll be fine," Evelyn said, her eyes steady. "Just don't overthink things too much."

Selena glanced toward her. "You're leaving?"

Evelyn nodded, then held something out to her—two small glass bottles. One glowing blue, the other a pale gold. A third item rested in her other hand, a soft towel folded neatly.

"He'll need these when he's done," she said.

Selena blinked. "Mana and stamina potions?"

"Yup," Evelyn said, smirking. "Not because he needs them. But because sometimes he forgets he's human. The towel's for the blood. Just in case."

Selena took them slowly, holding the bottles carefully in both hands. "Thank you."

Evelyn gave her a knowing smile, a little too soft for someone known to freeze a mage's lungs with a word. "You're welcome. And Selena?"

She looked up.

"Try not to fall harder while he's covered in monster blood."

Then she was gone—vanishing into a puff of midnight mist.

Selena sighed, looked at the bottles, and waited.

It felt like another hour passed. Maybe more. She wasn't counting how many waves came anymore. Ten? Twelve?

But eventually… it ended.

The summoning crystals flickered weakly, their once-pulsing cores now dulled like burned-out embers. Their mana spent, finally giving in to silence.

Selena stepped closer to the barrier's edge, still clutching the potions and towel. Her heart pounded, half from anticipation, half from something else she couldn't name.

Damian stood in the center of the devastation, alone. Ash clung to his clothes, cuts streaked across his skin, and his left glove was nearly melted off. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead. He looked exhausted.

He turned slightly. Then—he stopped.

And she saw it.

The wound on his chest, one that had been deep and gushing only moments before, was knitting itself together. Skin closed. Muscle mended. The blood clinging to him dried out, the gash vanishing as though it had never been there.

Her jaw dropped.

Damian stretched his shoulder, rolling it like someone brushing off a bruise.

"What…" she whispered to herself.

He turned then—and saw her.

His eyes blinked once.

Then— He vanished in a blink of a shadow.

[Shadow Step]

He appeared right in front of her with a soft burst of black mist, startling her so badly she almost dropped the potions.

He smirked, tilting his head. "Are those for me?"

It was like— It was him again.

The Damian from the exam. The one who grinned at her after casting his [Dark Chains] or pretended to be a lunatic and chased around other participants.

His presence wasn't heavy anymore. No aura of wrath, no darkness looming behind his shoulders. He just… smiled.

Like he'd flipped a switch.

Selena stared at him for a second, stunned. Then she shook herself and held out the bottles and towel.

"Evelyn told me to give you these," she said, trying to keep her voice even. "She said you'd forget to stop."

Damian took the towel first, rubbing it across the back of his neck, then chuckled. "She's not wrong."

He accepted the potions but didn't drink them right away. Instead, he stepped past the barrier fully and leaned against the stone wall beside her, head tilted back.

"Thanks," he murmured.

Selena looked up at him. "You were… amazing down there."

Damian's eyes remained closed. "It's not amazing when you're just running from your own head."