Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 184: Proper

Warlock Ch 184. Proper

He shrugged, his grin widening. "Call it whatever you want. I just know I've got you and Cassius to thank for not letting me spiral."

Evelyn smirked, leaning against the counter as she watched him. "Good. Then stop overthinking everything and eat. We need to get ready, and I still have to use Faye's tonic for your hair."

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. "Right, the tonic. I still can't believe she called me I was from a failed magical experiment." He grabbed his spoon and gestured toward her with it. "Thanks for not letting me walk around like that longer than necessary, by the way."

"You're welcome," she said with a playful roll of her eyes. "And don't forget to visit her before we leave. She's been a good friend, even if she's a bit blunt."

"Noted," he said, grinning as he returned to his soup. "I'll make sure to thank her properly."

Evelyn gave a satisfied nod, then turned her attention back to the small stack of crystals she'd placed on the counter, organizing them into pouches. "Eat quickly. We still have packing to do."

They finished their meal in comfortable silence, with Damian savoring every bite of the dumpling soup as if it were the last meal he'd have for a while. Once the dishes were cleared and cleaned—Damian drying them while Evelyn washed—she pulled out the tonic, a small glass bottle with a faintly glowing green liquid inside.

"All right," she said, motioning for him to sit down. "Let's fix that disaster you call hair."

Damian plopped into a chair, grinning as she approached. "You make it sound like I set it on fire on purpose."

"You might as well have," she teased, unscrewing the bottle. The scent of mint and lavender filled the air as she poured a small amount onto her hands and began working it into his hair. "Hold still."

He tried, but the cool tingling sensation of the tonic combined with the soft massage of her fingers made him fidget. "You sure this stuff isn't enchanted to put me to sleep?"

"Stop squirming," she said, smacking his shoulder lightly. "And no, it's not enchanted. It's just a good tonic."

He let out a mock sigh. "Fine. Do your thing."

She worked carefully, smoothing the tonic through the burned parts of his hair and making sure it reached his scalp. Her hands were steady, her movements precise, and for a moment, Damian closed his eyes, letting himself relax under her care.

"This feels like the old days," he said softly.

Evelyn paused, then smiled faintly. "Yeah, it does. Except back then, you wouldn't sit still for anything unless I bribed you."

"I was a handful," he admitted, grinning. "Still am, probably."

She chuckled. "Definitely."

Once she finished, she stepped back to admire her work. "There. Much better. You almost look presentable again."

"Almost?" he teased, standing and running a hand through his hair. "Come on, give me a little more credit than that."

She smirked. "You're lucky I didn't cut it all off."

Damian laughed, shaking his head as he followed her to the living room. "All right, what's next?"

"Packing," she said, pulling out a sleek black bag from a cabinet. It looked small, but Damian knew better. Evelyn's magic bag could hold far more than its size suggested. She began filling it with essentials: clothes, crystals, and a small bundle of papers.

"What's that?" he asked, nodding toward the papers.

"Just notes," she said without looking up. "You never know what information might come in handy."

He nodded, grabbing a smaller pouch from the table and checking its contents: coins, potions, and a few basic survival items. Evelyn handed him another pouch, identical to hers, and showed him how to secure it to his belt.

"These stay with us at all times," she said firmly. "No exceptions."

"Got it," he said, fastening the pouch and giving it a small pat. "Anything else?"

Evelyn scanned the room, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "I think that's it. Just make sure you don't forget anything in the morning."

"I won't," he promised, helping her carry the bags to the corner where they'd be easy to grab before leaving.

They double-checked their preparations before finally calling it a night. Damian stretched, letting out a groan as the day's exhaustion caught up with him.

"You good?" Evelyn asked, watching him from the doorway.

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"Yeah," he said, smiling at her. "Just tired. Today's been… a lot."

She nodded, her expression softening. "Get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow."

"You too," he said, following her to their room. The bed was already made, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for the small comforts she provided. As they settled in, he glanced over at her, his voice low. "Thanks, Evelyn. For everything."

She smiled, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. "Always."

And with that, they drifted off as sleep claimed them.

Morning arrived in what felt like a blink, the sunlight creeping through the curtains. Damian stirred first, his body aching slightly from the previous day, but the warmth beside him was enough to soften the discomfort. Evelyn shifted, her hair splayed across the pillow, and for a moment, Damian allowed himself to simply watch her.

But reality came crashing back quickly. Today was the day. He exhaled quietly, leaning over to kiss her temple before reluctantly pulling himself out of bed. Evelyn wasn't far behind, already moving as she stretched and tied her hair back.

The morning preparation was brisk but efficient, both of them knowing time wasn't on their side. Bags were double-checked, potions and supplies meticulously accounted for, and of course, a quickie.

Breakfast was hurried but satisfying. Evelyn had prepared a simple but hearty meal: scrambled eggs, bread, and a bit of roasted meat. Damian devoured his portion.

He adjusted his warlock gear after breakfast, the transformation from his usual casual modern shirt to the full ensemble feeling oddly satisfying. The cloak, though simple in design, added a layer of gravitas, while the glove on his right hand covered the intricate sigil of his newly achieved rank. It was a far cry from his usual laid-back appearance, but it fit the part he needed to play.

"You look… proper," Evelyn teased as she adjusted his collar.

"Properly intimidating," Damian shot back with a grin.