Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 354. Professional Blood Bartender

Damian snorted, a dry smirk pulling at his lips. "I doubt it. Selena is a princess, and Cedric is a prince. They just witnessed how we killed three Rank S magi last night—without a trace. So…" He gestured vaguely, as if that alone explained everything.

Cassius arched a brow. "Details."

Damian just smirked, but he could tell Cassius was already piecing it together.

With a flick of his wrist, Cassius murmured an inaudible command, and the air around them shifted. A ripple passed through the room—subtle, but present. His shadow servants moved through the space like whispers in the void, slipping out of sight as they carried out their master's will.

Damian did the same, his own shadow servants flickering into existence at his feet like liquid ink pooling across the floor. With a mere thought, they understood his command, disappearing in an instant to accompany the guests.

And then… silence.

For a moment, everything stilled, the room thick with anticipation.

Cassius flicked his fingers.

Just like that, the barrier that surrounded the estate—the one that had kept prying eyes out, kept enemies at bay—shimmered briefly before parting, creating a gap just large enough for their visitors to step through.

Damian inhaled deeply, the subtle scent of fae magic curling into the air. Sweet, like morning dew and crushed petals, but sharp enough to remind him that these weren't just guests—they were fae royalty. Powerful. Unpredictable. And depending on their mood, potentially dangerous.

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

And then they entered.

Selena was the first through the opening. Her eyes locked onto Damian the moment she stepped inside. Beside her, Cedric followed, his presence no less commanding. And then there was Alric.

Compared to the other two, Alric was more… relaxed. His eyes flickered with curiosity as he glanced around, his posture loose, but Damian wasn't fooled. Beneath that easygoing demeanor was a warrior's sharp instincts.

The three of them stood there for a moment, their gazes sweeping over the room—over Damian, over Cassius, over Evelyn and Victoria, who were still seated, watching silently.

Then Cedric spoke, his voice smooth as silk, laced with something unreadable. "We weren't expecting an invitation."

Damian tilted his head, lips curling. "Didn't think you needed one."

Cedric chuckled, stepping forward. "Fair enough." His gaze flickered toward the remnants of breakfast on the table, his sharp senses undoubtedly picking up the lingering traces of magic in the food. "Though, it seems we interrupted a pleasant morning." He smirked, folding his arms. "We can leave if you'd rather get back to… whatever it was you were doing."

Victoria smirked. "Oh, trust me. That part of the morning is already over."

Damian shot her a look, but she just sipped at her Nocturne Elixir, unbothered.

Selena watched the exchange with mild amusement, though her attention quickly shifted back to Damian. "You're calm," she noted. "Considering what you did last night."

Damian leaned against the table, fingers tapping idly against the wood. "Should I not be?"

Selena's gaze didn't waver. "Most would be uneasy after eliminating three Rank S magi so efficiently. But you? You seem… unbothered."

Damian shrugged. "If you were expecting guilt, you're going to be disappointed."

Cedric smirked. "Of course not. But it does make us wonder." He moved closer, circling slightly, his presence subtly pressing in. "How much of what happened last night was just… the beginning?"

Evelyn sat up straighter. Victoria's grip on her glass tightened slightly. Even Cassius—who was usually the picture of neutrality—looked mildly interested in where this conversation was going.

Damian, however, just exhaled slowly. "Depends," he said.

Selena raised a brow. "On?"

Damian smiled, slow and sharp. "On how the rest of this conversation goes."

A pause. Then, Cedric let out a laugh. Not mocking. Not condescending. Just… entertained.

"I see," he mused. "I suppose that's fair."

Selena studied him for another long moment before exhaling, her gaze flickering to the remnants of breakfast on the table. "I suppose breakfast is out of the question, then."

Cassius, who had been quiet until now, leaned back in his chair, swirling his cup with a lazy motion. "We did have the servants prepare extra," he offered. "In case you changed your mind."

Alric's sharp eyes swept over the table, his posture stiff, but there was a barely contained curiosity in his gaze. "Moonshadow Brioche?" His voice was thoughtful, like he wasn't sure whether to be impressed or suspicious.

Damian arched a brow. "You know your food."

Alric didn't immediately respond, his lips pressing into a thin line before he finally gave a small nod. "I was raised around fae chefs. It's not hard to recognize the scent of mana-infused ingredients." His gaze slid toward the sausages, something flickering behind his eyes. "Crimsonleaf Sausages too? That's… not easy to cook."

Cedric, who had been mostly observing, leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto Damian like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. "And yet, you made all this yourself?"

Damian smirked, crossing his arms. "I'm full of surprises."

Victoria let out a soft chuckle, still lazily swirling the last of her Nocturne Elixir in her glass. "You should've seen last night's dinner," she mused.

Selena let out a sigh, rubbing her temple. "Alric, Cedric, please."

Cedric didn't say anything, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Victoria. Then, as if something clicked, his gaze shifted between her and Damian, his posture stiffening slightly. "Why is she still here?"

Damian blinked. "Excuse me?"

Cedric's expression remained thoughtful, but there was a trace of confusion. "She's a vampire queen. I assumed she was only passing through, but…" His gaze flickered between them. "You're still here. Why?"

Victoria, completely unfazed, leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms behind her head. "I came for breakfast."

Selena stared at her, then at Damian. "Breakfast."

Victoria flashed a lazy smile. "Is that so hard to believe?"

Cedric looked like he wanted to say something, but Damian cut him off before he could. "I'm Victoria's a professional blood bartender." He gestured toward her now-empty glass. "Made her something special this morning."