Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 253: Fake Accident

Warlock Ch 253. Fake Accident

Damian stared at the crystal in his hand, the weight of his indecision pressing down on him. "I can handle it," he said quietly, more to himself than to Cassius. "It's just… I'm afraid they'll realize I'm Kaelan. That's all."

Cassius exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Finally, Cassius dropped his hand and fixed Damian with a steady gaze. "So what? You're okay with being stuck where you are? You do realize they'll figure it out sooner or later, right? It's inevitable."

Damian didn't respond right away. Instead, he ran his thumb over the edge of the crystal, its smooth surface cool against his skin. He knew Cassius was right, but that didn't make the prospect any less daunting.

Cassius leaned back in his chair, his voice calmer now. "You just need that one exam. That's all. Once you're at rank S, you don't need to take any more exams to move up. After that, it's all about your achievements. The doors will open for you."

Damian let out a long breath, the tension in his chest loosening slightly. "I know. Magus with rank S are rare. Beyond that… even rarer." He paused, glancing at Cassius. "But I've only been your apprentice for a couple of months. Wouldn't that seem… odd?"

Cassius smirked faintly. "We could spin it. Tell them Victoria blessed you with some rare potion that boosted your power after the last mission. She's royalty. They'd buy it."

Damian frowned, shaking his head. "That would just make them think Victoria's hiding some secret recipe to make people stronger. They'd start poking around her affairs."

Cassius's lips pressed into a thin line, clearly weighing the options. "Fair point," he admitted after a moment of silence.

Damian's brow furrowed as he thought it over, then his expression brightened. "What if we said… during the mission, something happened? Like… I accidentally absorbed something from Varak's place. A crystal or artifact."

Cassius tilted his head, his interest piqued. "Go on."

Damian nodded, the idea gaining traction in his mind. "We could say there was an explosion or something in Varak's storage room. Maybe he had some kind of high-ranking mana crystals stored there, and the impact caused them to activate and merge with my body."

Cassius hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the table. "That could work. Varak was a high-ranking vampire, a noble. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he was experimenting with mana crystals or artifacts. And the idea of you accidentally absorbing the energy… it's plausible."

Damian snapped his fingers, a grin breaking across his face. "Yes! That's it! It explains the sudden jump in my power without making it sound too suspicious."

Cassius nodded slowly, the gears in his mind turning. "It's a good cover. Simple, believable, and it ties back to the mission. If anyone asks, we can even claim the evidence was destroyed in the explosion."

Damian leaned forward, his enthusiasm building. "And we say it's been affecting me ever since. Strange fluctuations in my mana, moments of instability—whatever fits the narrative."

Cassius's lips curled into a rare smile. "You might actually pull this off."

Damian smirked, leaning back in his chair and tossing the crystal into the air before catching it again. "I always do."

Cassius rolled his eyes but didn't comment. Instead, he stood and crossed the room to one of his shadow servants, murmuring an instruction. The servant bowed and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the room eerily quiet once more.

"Now," Cassius said, turning back to Damian, "you've got a week before registration closes. Use the time to prepare yourself. No second-guessing. No excuses."

Damian nodded, the weight in his chest lifting just slightly. "Alright. I'll do it."

Cassius smirked. "Good. Now get out of here. I've had enough of your brooding for one day."

Damian chuckled, slipping the crystal into his pocket as he stood. "Thanks, Cas."

"Don't thank me yet," Cassius said, his tone dry. "You still have to survive the exam."

Damian grinned, heading for the door. "Piece of cake."

"Famous last words," Cassius muttered, shaking his head as he extended his hand. "Now, give me the crystal."

Damian glanced at the glowing shard in his hand one last time, hesitating only for a moment before placing it in Cassius's outstretched palm. Cassius examined it briefly, nodding in approval. "I'll submit this for you. It'll take two days for the license to be issued. After that, it's exam time," Cassius reminded him.

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Damian crossed his arms, leaning casually against the wall. "Two days, huh? That's plenty of time to get my affairs in order."

Cassius gave him a pointed look. "Plenty of time to prepare. And don't forget—stick to skills within your rank during the exam. No flashy displays of power that'll make people suspicious."

"Aye, sir," Damian said with a mock salute, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I'll be on my best behavior."

Cassius huffed, clearly unimpressed with the sarcasm. "This isn't a joke, Damian. You slip up, and everything we've worked for could fall apart."

Damian's grin softened into something more sincere. "I know. Thanks for doing this."

Cassius didn't respond, merely turning toward the door. "I'll be back soon. Try not to get into any trouble while I'm gone."

As the door clicked shut behind him, Damian let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The crystal was gone, the decision made. Now, all he had to do was wait.

He pushed off the wall, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Guess it's time to share the good news," he muttered to himself, heading toward the main hall. "Evelyn and Victoria are going to love this."

Before leaving Cassius's place, Damian grabbed a few books from the shelves—mostly magical texts and dusty tomes that looked like they hadn't been touched in years. "Might as well brush up on everything before the exam," he muttered. Cassius gave him a bored look from across the room, but didn't comment.