Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 126: Good as New

Warlock Ch 126. Good as New

For two days, Damian's life revolved around his bed, a pile of books, and Evelyn's constant doting. There were at least thirty books stacked by his bedside—each as thick as a dictionary—and while they weren't exactly page-turners, they kept him company. If Cassius had intended to bore him into submission, mission accomplished.

Evelyn, on the other hand, seemed determined to fatten him up with enough delicious food to feed a small village. Every few hours, she'd bring him something new—stews, bread, cakes, even some kind of magical fruit that tasted like honey but gave him a weird tingling sensation in his fingertips. Damian couldn't shake the feeling that they were trying to fatten him up like a pig ready for slaughter.

"Are you two planning to eat me?" Damian muttered to himself as he poked at a plate of glazed ham Evelyn had just delivered. "Because if so, this feels like overkill."

But hey, at least Evelyn hadn't resorted to chaining him to the bed, and Cassius hadn't used a paralyzing spell to keep him from wandering. That was progress, right? Of course, it was probably more miraculous that Damian actually stayed in bed. Or rather, stayed in the house. For two whole days, he fought the urge to sneak out, to move, to do something.

Well, mostly.

When boredom got the better of him, Damian found creative ways to occupy his time. With his Create skill, he couldn't resist experimenting. He waited for moments when Evelyn was occupied—like during her long, luxurious showers—and used Shadow Step to sneak into the kitchen. He grabbed whatever materials he could get his hands on: herbs, enchanted salts, even a few strange glowing orbs he found hidden in a cupboard.

Back in his room, he tried crafting. Most of his creations were intermediate-level items, and a good number of them failed miserably. He ended up with an exploding vial that left a scorch mark on the wall, a crystal that melted into sludge, and a charm that emitted a terrible screeching noise instead of its intended calming hum.

"Progress," Damian muttered sarcastically as he cleaned up the mess. Still, he knew he was improving. Every success, every failure—it was all part of rebuilding what he'd lost.

Evelyn didn't seem to notice—or, if she did, she didn't say anything. She spent most of her time at home, reading or brewing her own potions. As a witch, money wasn't a concern for her. Kaelan left her more than enough after all. Yeah, Kaelan was a rich warlock despite was a wanted man. She seemed perfectly content staying in, fussing over Damian and making sure he didn't do anything reckless.

But by the third day, Damian was starting to feel like his old self again.

That morning, Evelyn sat on the edge of his bed, carefully removing the bandages from his chest. Her hands were steady, but her eyes narrowed as she inspected the once-raw wounds. Now, all that remained were faint scars, barely visible against his skin.

"Well," she said, leaning back to look at him properly, "you heal fast. Too fast, honestly. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were sneaking around and using magic to accelerate the process."

Damian gave her his most innocent grin. "Me? Sneak around? Evelyn, I'm offended. I've been a model patient."

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Right. And I'm the Queen of Haven City."

"Could be," Damian said with a wink. "You've got the charm for it."

Evelyn ignored him, pressing lightly against his chest. "Does this hurt?"

Damian winced but quickly masked it with another grin. "Not at all. I'm totally fine."

Her sharp gaze told him she wasn't buying it. "Uh-huh. And how about this?" She pressed again, a little harder this time.

He clenched his teeth, holding back a hiss of pain. "Still fine."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Damian…"

"Okay, okay," he admitted, leaning back against the headboard. "It aches a little. But it's nothing I can't handle."

She sighed, standing up and crossing her arms. "You're impossible. But fine. I'll admit—you're healing well. Just don't overdo it."

Damian stretched his arms experimentally, testing his range of motion. The ache was there, but it was manageable. More importantly, he felt strong. His Mana flowed through him smoothly, and his muscles no longer felt like they were made of lead.

"See?" he said, standing up from the bed with a dramatic flourish. "Good as new."

Evelyn watched him, unimpressed. "Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" Damian asked innocently, already pulling on his jacket.

"You know what." Her voice was firm, but there was a hint of exasperated affection in her tone. "You're going to march straight to Cassius's place, aren't you?"

He shrugged, flashing her a grin. "Gotta get back to training sometime. Can't let all these gains go to waste."

Evelyn pinched the bridge of her nose. "Damian, you just started healing. If you push yourself too hard—"

"I won't," he interrupted, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Promise."

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Her eyes narrowed. "You're lying."

"Only a little," he admitted with a smirk. "But seriously, Eve, I'm fine. A little training won't kill me."

Evelyn crossed her arms, her sharp gaze locking onto his like a predator sizing up its prey. "And what if it does? Damian, you barely just healed. You can't just push your body like this and expect it to magically fix itself every time. Even you have limits."

Damian sighed, running a hand through his messy dark hair. "I know my limits, Eve. I promise I won't go too hard. I just need to get moving again, shake off the rust. You don't get stronger by lying around all day, you know."

"That's exactly what someone about to collapse would say," Evelyn shot back, her tone laced with both concern and irritation. "You can't keep gambling with your life like this."

Damian stepped closer to her, his expression softening. "It's not gambling," he said, his voice low. "It's me trying to get back to where I was. To where I need to be."

She shook her head, her frustration evident. "And what happens if you push too hard and something goes wrong? You think Cassius and I are going to sit here and pick up the pieces again?"

He grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Cassius might complain a little, but I think he secretly enjoys it."