Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 33. Let The Past Stay in The Past

Evelyn exchanged a glance with Cassius before turning her attention back to Damian. "It's... complicated," she said slowly, like she was carefully picking each word. "But yes, it's someone important. Someone from our past."

Damian leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Who is he?" His tone was more eager than he intended, but he couldn't shake the feeling that whatever they were talking about had something to do with the strange dreams he'd been having.

Cassius waved a hand dismissively, not even looking up from his plate. "Let the past stay in the past, Damian," he said, his voice casual, but with a sharp edge to it. "Bringing it up just makes the food taste bad. Besides, there's no point in mentioning it now."

Damian wasn't sure if Cassius was trying to dodge the question or if it really was something that didn't matter anymore. But the way Evelyn had looked at him? The way Cassius had shifted the conversation so quickly? It didn't feel like it was something as simple as 'the past.'

Before Damian could press further, Evelyn changed the subject, smirking a little. "So, is the food good, or are you just that hungry?" she teased.

Damian blinked, glancing down at his plate. He hadn't even realized it, but he'd already eaten half the meal in record time. He let out an awkward laugh. "Uh, yeah... I guess I was pretty hungry. And, uh, the food's weird, but surprisingly good."

He glanced over at the creature in the kitchen. Its tentacles writhed and moved with a kind of eerie grace as it prepared another dish. "And, uh, that thing's got some serious skills in the kitchen."

Cassius chuckled, finally looking up. "His name is Zevrik. One of my more reliable servants. He usually handles the cooking around here."

Damian stared at Zevrik for a second longer, still kind of mesmerized by the way it worked, then turned back to Cassius. "Can I summon something like that one day?" he asked curiously.

Cassius leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "That depends on how far you push yourself. How many servants you can summon and who you form pacts with. Your potential is limitless, Damian, but it's all about the choices you make."

Damian nodded slowly, considering that. He hadn't really thought much about how far he could go with his abilities. Everything still felt so new, so chaotic. But Cassius had a point—he was just scratching the surface.

As he took another bite, something clicked in his mind. He looked around the room, then at Evelyn. "Wait... where's Fenrith?"

Evelyn glanced at him, amused. "Fenrith's been back with you since you fainted. Didn't you notice? When a caster loses consciousness, all their summons disappear."

Damian let out a sigh of relief, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, right. That makes sense. So, uh... how do I feed Fenrith?"

The moment the words left his mouth, both Cassius and Evelyn burst out laughing.

The sound echoed through the room, and Damian instantly regretted asking. He shot them a flat look, muttering under his breath, "Yeah, okay, stupid question," he regretted it.

Cassius, still chuckling, shook his head. "Not stupid, just... inexperienced." He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You don't need to feed him. Fenrith's a supernatural creature. They sustain themselves on Mana, not food."

Evelyn nodded, finally managing to suppress her laughter. "Think of them more like magical constructs than pets. They're not bound by the same rules as living creatures."

"Right." Damian sighed, feeling a little foolish, but he was still learning the ropes. Everything about this world felt so foreign, and sometimes it was hard to remember what was 'normal' here.

The laughter died down, and the mood shifted as Cassius turned serious again. He leaned back, folding his arms. "Speaking of Mana and constructs, you should know more about this world. There are three main factions: Good, Neutral, and what most people refer to as Dark or Evil."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Factions, huh? What's the difference between them?"

Evelyn took over the explanation. "Good represents those who live by strict moral codes, usually protecting the human world from supernatural threats. They see themselves as the guardians of balance."

Cassius picked up where she left off. "Neutral beings walk the line between power and responsibility. They don't get involved unless they have to. Think of them as observers, keeping to their own agendas but not tipping the scales one way or the other."

Damian frowned, his thoughts wandering to the dream, the artifact, and everything Cassius had hinted at. "And the Dark faction?"

Evelyn's face hardened. "The Dark faction is where those who crave power at any cost reside. They'll use anything—spells, souls, Mana cores—to achieve their goals. They're ruthless, and they don't care about the consequences."

Something clicked in Damian's mind. "So... where does Malthus Ravenwood fit into all this?"

At the mention of the name, Evelyn's expression darkened. She exchanged a glance with Cassius before answering, her voice low and serious. "Malthus? Definitely Dark. Evil, to be exact. He's notorious for stealing power from others, taking their Mana cores and claiming them as his own. He doesn't just crave power—he feeds on it."

Damian's stomach twisted at the thought. Malthus wasn't just dangerous; he was a predator, someone who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And somehow, Damian knew he was going to cross paths with him sooner or later.

Cassius leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Damian's. "Be careful, Damian. The Dark faction isn't just a bunch of rogues playing with dangerous magic. They have leaders, followers, and an agenda. And Malthus... he's not someone you want to underestimate."

Damian swallowed hard, nodding slowly. He could feel the weight of their words settling over him. Whatever he was getting into, it wasn't going to be simple. There were layers to this world—dangerous, intricate layers. And he was just starting to peel them back.