Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 129: Tomato, Tomahto

Warlock Ch 129. Tomato, Tomahto

With her reluctant blessing, Damian grinned and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Evelyn's forehead. "I understand, my love," he said softly, his tone carrying a rare sincerity that momentarily broke through his usual playfulness. "I'll be careful. Promise."

Evelyn sighed, clearly unconvinced but willing to let him go. "Just don't make me regret this," she muttered, crossing her arms as she watched him get dressed.

Damian quickly threw on his usual ensemble—a dark shirt, jacket, and comfortable trousers that allowed for ease of movement. He grabbed the books he had been reading, tucked them in the bag, and slung his satchel over his shoulder. He made his way to the door and glanced back at her with a playful grin. "Don't miss me too much."

"Go already," Evelyn shot back, though the faint smile on her lips softened the retort. "And don't forget—take it easy."

With a mock salute, Damian was out the door and into the cool morning air. The crisp breeze felt invigorating against his skin, and for the first time in days, he felt like himself again. As he walked, his thoughts drifted. It was strange—this place, this city, felt more like home than he ever remembered it being. Maybe it was because he was starting to piece together his fragmented memories, or maybe it was the people he had surrounded himself with. Either way, the familiarity was comforting in a way he hadn't expected.

When he arrived at Cassius's grand estate, a shadowy figure greeted him at the door. It was one of Cassius's servants, a silent, humanoid form crafted entirely from shifting darkness.

"Morning!" Damian barely spared it a glance as he dumped the books into its outstretched hands like he owned the place.

"Where's Cassius?" Damian asked, his tone casual as he stepped inside.

Before the shadow servant could respond, Cassius materialized in front of him, his usual unamused expression firmly in place. His arms were crossed, and his flat gaze bored into Damian like he was already regretting letting him through the door.

"Hi, Cas," Damian said with a wide grin. "You look well."

Cassius raised an eyebrow. "Do I?" he replied dryly. "Because I feel like I'm about to deal with more of your nonsense."

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Damian clutched his chest in mock offense. "Come on, don't be like that. I've been on my best behavior."

Cassius's expression didn't change. "I'll believe that when I see it. And…" He gestured to the bag now clutched in the shadow servant's hands. "Oh, you have finished them?"

"Yup. They were just some light reading for me. I decided to return them as soon as possible," Damian said nonchalantly. "You know, in case you get bored babysitting me."

"Babysitting?" Cassius repeated, his tone clipped. "That's what we're calling training now?"

"Tomato, tomahto," Damian quipped, brushing past him and into the training hall. "Speaking of which, are we getting started, or are you just going to stand there and glare at me all day?"

Cassius let out a long-suffering sigh and followed him. "You're awfully cocky for someone who almost got himself killed less than a week ago."

"Hey, I'm alive, aren't I?" Damian shot back, spinning on his heel to face Cassius. "That's gotta count for something."

"Barely," Cassius muttered, his sharp gaze sweeping over Damian as if assessing his condition. "And if you're here to prove something, you'd better be ready to put in actual work. No shortcuts, no excuses."

Damian smirked, rolling his shoulders in a lazy stretch. "Relax, Cas. I wouldn't dream of slacking off. Besides, I've got a reputation to uphold."

Cassius arched a brow. "A reputation for what? Being insufferable?"

"Exactly," Damian said with a wink. "Can't let you forget who you're dealing with."

Cassius pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath about patience. "Let's just get this over with."

"Now that's the spirit!" Damian said, clapping his hands together. "So, what's on the agenda today? Combat drills? Spell refinement? Or are we going straight into the deep end?"

Cassius's eyes narrowed. "Don't tempt me."

Damian grinned, unbothered by the threat. "Oh, come on. You know you love pushing me to my limits."

Cassius stepped closer, his presence radiating authority. "I do it because you need it, not because I enjoy it. And if you're serious about training, you'd better be ready to focus."

"I'm always focused," Damian said, though the glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.

Cassius didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned and gestured toward the training hall direction. "Fine…"

They went inside the training hall. At the center of the space was a large circle etched into the floor, the runes within it pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.

Damian's gaze fell to the glowing runes, his confidence wavering for a moment. "Uh, summoning circle?" he asked, eyeing it warily. His usual grin faltered, the unease creeping into his tone.

"It's a summoning circle, yes," Cassius replied, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "This one is different from the kind you're used to. It pulls monsters from random places. The kind you can't make a pact with, so don't bother trying."

Damian's brow furrowed as he studied the runes. He crouched down slightly, running a hand just above the surface without touching it. The energy radiating from the circle was intense, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. "So… this thing just keeps summoning monsters nonstop? Never heard of it before."

Cassius nodded. "Exactly. It's a testing ground and a new method of mine. The longer you last, the more it pushes your skills to their limits. If you're as fine as you claim to be, it'll show."

Damian glanced up at him, his grin returning but tinged with nervous energy. "And if I'm not?"

"Then we'll know exactly how reckless you're being," Cassius said simply, his expression unreadable.

Damian let out a dramatic sigh, standing back up and brushing his hands on his pants. "You know, Cas, for someone who claims not to enjoy babysitting me, you sure have a knack for coming up with torturous ways to keep me in line."

"I'm not torturing you," Cassius replied, his tone dry. "I'm training you. There's a difference."