Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 181: Death Wish
Warlock Ch 181. Death Wish
The street was quiet, with only the occasional passerby. Damian walked with his hands in his pockets, his mind racing. He wasn't worried about Evelyn opposing the mission—deep down, he knew she'd understand. But that didn't make it any easier to break the news to her.
"How do you tell someone you're diving headfirst into a mess tied to your past without making it sound like a death wish?" he muttered to himself, kicking a small stone down the cobblestone path. "Maybe I should just rip the bandage off."
Lost in thought, Damian barely noticed the way people turned their heads as he passed. He wasn't exactly someone who blended into the background, but this felt different. It wasn't until a woman gasped and whispered something to her companion that Damian finally frowned and glanced around. Nothing seemed off—no glowing warlock mark, no tattered cloak. So why the stares?
He rubbed the back of his neck, his unease growing. His steps quickened, but before he could escape the curious looks, a familiar voice called out.
"Oh, my goddess! Are you okay, dear?"
Damian turned to see Faye, the fae shopkeeper who had befriended Evelyn. She hurried toward him, her large, expressive eyes wide with concern.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," Damian replied, though his frown deepened. "Why?"
Faye stopped in front of him, her hands fluttering like restless birds. "You look like you just stepped out of a failed magical experiment!"
Damian blinked. "What?"
She gestured toward the shop window beside them, and Damian reluctantly turned to look. His reflection stared back, a disheveled mess of soot-streaked skin and singed hair. Some of his locks were even slightly curled from the heat of Cassius' spells or… his, giving him an unintentional and distinctly tragic new hairstyle.
"Right…" Damian cringed, running a hand through his hair only to find it stiff with residue. "Even my face and hair suffered the same fate as my cloak."
Faye gave him a once-over, her lips pursed in concern. "Has Cassius been too hard on you? He's a brilliant warlock, but sometimes he forgets that apprentices aren't as… resilient as he is."
Damian snorted, brushing soot off his sleeve. "Nah, I just went through an intense training session with him. But don't worry, I'm fine. Cassius is a good mentor."
"Is that so?" Faye tilted her head, clearly skeptical. "Just be careful, dear. You're his first apprentice, aren't you? He might not know how to handle a newbie properly. But I'll admit, he is a good guy."
Damian nodded, trying to ignore the growing number of people slowing down to gawk at him. "Yeah, he's good. Just a little… intense."
"That's putting it lightly," Faye said with a chuckle. She reached into the small pouch slung across her shoulder, pulling out a delicate vial filled with shimmering green liquid. "Here. It's a cleansing potion. Use it on your hair and skin when you get home. You'll thank me later."
Damian took the vial with a grateful nod. "Thanks. I'll definitely use this."
Faye smiled warmly. "Take care, Damian. And tell Evelyn to visit me soon. It's been too long."
"I will," Damian promised, slipping the vial into his pocket as he continued on his way.
The rest of the journey passed quickly, though Damian couldn't shake the faint embarrassment of being seen in such a state. When he finally reached his house, the sight of the warm, glowing lights through the windows helped ease his nerves.
Pushing open the door, Damian stepped inside, the comforting scent of Evelyn's cooking filling the air. Yup, dumpling soup! His favorite!
He kicked off his boots and headed toward the kitchen, where he found her standing by the stove, stirring a pot of the soup that smelled divine.
Evelyn turned at the sound of his footsteps, her expression shifting from a warm smile to mild horror. "What happened to you?"
Damian sighed, running a hand through his ruined hair. "Long story. Cassius' training got a little… fiery."
Evelyn narrowed her eyes, placing the spoon down with deliberate care. "Fiery?"
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"Don't worry," Damian said quickly, holding up his hands. "I'm fine. Just a little singed around the edges."
Her gaze softened, though concern still lingered in her eyes. "You look like you've been through a war."
"Feels like it too," Damian muttered. He pulled out the vial Faye had given him, holding it up. "Faye gave me this on the way back. Said it'll help with the whole 'looking like I survived an explosion' thing."
Evelyn chuckled, taking the vial from him and inspecting it. "Smart woman. You should listen to her."
"I plan to," Damian said, leaning against the counter. His smile faded slightly as he glanced at her. "Evelyn, there's something I need to tell you."
She looked up, her expression instantly serious. "What is it?"
Damian hesitated, the words catching in his throat. But he knew there was no easy way to say it. "I accepted Victoria's mission."
Evelyn froze, her hand tightening around the vial. "You… did?"
"Yeah," Damian admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I need to know what happened in the past—what happened between Kaelan, her, and her husband. This mission might be my only chance to get answers."
Evelyn's gaze searched his face, her expression unreadable. Finally, she sighed, placing the vial on the counter. "I thought you would."
"Are you mad?" Damian asked cautiously.
"No," Evelyn said, her voice soft but firm. "I'm not mad. I just… I worry about you, Damian. This isn't just about the mission. It's about your past, and I know how much that weighs on you."
"It does," Damian admitted. "But I can't run from it forever."
Evelyn stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. Her touch was warm, grounding him as her gaze locked with his. "I'll give you my permission," she said softly, though her tone carried an unyielding edge, "as long as I can come with you."
Damian frowned, his brows knitting together. "Are you sure you want to come with me? I mean…"
Evelyn tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Mean what?"
