Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 135: You Were The One Sipping Tea While I Was Getting Slapped Around By a Titan!

Warlock Ch 135. You Were The One Sipping Tea While I Was Getting Slapped Around By a Titan!

"Feel like it, too," Damian replied, grinning despite the pain. "But I'm alive, and that's what matters."

Cassius stood, his long cloak billowing slightly as he approached. "Barely. That was reckless, even by your standards."

"Yeah, yeah," Damian waved him off, propping himself up against the golem. "You were the one sipping tea while I was getting slapped around by a Titan."

Cassius smirked. "And yet, you're stronger because of it. Maybe you should be thanking me."

Damian rolled his eyes, but a part of him couldn't deny it. The fight had pushed him to his limits and beyond. He'd unlocked a new skill, leveled up multiple times, and even his servants had grown stronger. Still, the ache in his body and the gnawing emptiness in his stomach reminded him that, powerful or not, he was still human—or close enough to it.

He glanced over at Cassius, who stood a few paces away with his arms crossed, his ever-present look of disapproval firmly in place. "I'll admit," Damian said, stretching out his sore limbs, "you might've been onto something with this whole 'trial by fire' thing. But if you really want me to thank you, there's only one way to earn it."

Cassius raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Oh? And what would that be?"

"Let me have another servant," Damian replied, his tone casual, but there was a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

Cassius narrowed his gaze. "Another servant? You do realize you're still a rank C warlock, right?"

Damian waved a hand dismissively. "Details. Come on, Cas, think about it. I just took down a level 100 Titan. I'm practically an A-rank already."

Cassius snorted. "Not even close. The only reason you survived that fight is because you were creative enough to compensate for your lack of raw power."

"Exactly why we should do this now," Damian argued, leaning forward slightly. "I'm riding the high of victory. What better time to make a good impression?"

Only A-rank warlocks could summon servants to make a pact. Not because lower-rank warlocks weren't able to, but because most servants just didn't bother showing up for someone weak. They didn't care enough to answer the summons, so it rarely ever worked for anyone below A-rank. So he could only rely on Cassius for this and this was the reason why a warlock needed a mentor to develop his or her power.

Cassius stared at him for a long moment, his lips pressing into a thin line. Finally, he sighed. "Fine. But don't expect me to hold your hand if it blows up in your face."

Damian grinned, his energy perking up despite his battered body. "I knew you'd see the reason."

Cassius reached into his coat, pulling out a small vial of shimmering blue liquid. The summoning potion glowed faintly in the dim light of the hall.

"Wait!" Damian exclaimed, holding up a hand. Cassius paused, his expression flickering between annoyance and curiosity.

"What now?" Cassius asked, his voice edged with impatience.

"After I eat," Damian said, his tone as innocent as he could muster.

Cassius froze, his fingers tightening slightly around the vial. "You're joking."

Damian gave him the most pitiful look he could manage, complete with wide, pleading eyes. "I'm hungry, Cas. And it's lunch time already."

Cassius's gaze flicked to the clock on the wall. Sure enough, it was nearly noon. His jaw tightened as he shifted his sharp stare back to Damian.

Damian, sensing the opportunity, quickly clutched his side and groaned dramatically. "Ah… My body hurts. My Mana… it's completely drained. I need sustenance. Something nutritious. Something… extravagant. Like, uh, Starlight Caviar."

Cassius blinked. "Starlight Caviar?" His voice was flat, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "The kind that costs more than a Behemoth's hind leg?"

Damian nodded earnestly. "Exactly. You get me."

Cassius pinched the bridge of his nose. "Or you could just take a Mana potion and a stamina potion like a normal person."

Damian let out a series of exaggerated coughs. "No, no, no. It has to be Starlight Caviar. It's a known fact that it replenishes Mana faster than any potion. I need it…"

Cassius glared at him, his voice dripping with disdain. "No kidding. Act your age, will you? You're more than five hundred years old. Try behaving like it."

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Damian smirked, unbothered. "Actually, I'm twenty three. I still count as a child compared to you, old man."

Cassius's sharp stare could've cut glass.

Damian responded with a wide, innocent grin, knowing full well how irritating it was.

After a moment, Cassius huffed and muttered, "You acted like this before you were reborn. Fine. We'll take a break and have lunch."

"Yes!" Damian cheered, pumping a fist into the air. "You're the best, Cas."

"I'm regretting this already," Cassius muttered, striding toward the hall's exit.

Lunch was served in a spacious, lavishly adorned dining room that seemed far too grand for two people. It was the real dining room, not the usual one. The long table was covered in an assortment of dishes, each one more extravagant than the last. True to his word, Starlight Caviar was prominently featured, its shimmering, star-like beads resting in a crystal dish.

Damian didn't waste any time. He grabbed a spoon and dug in, letting out a contented sigh as the rich flavor hit his tongue. "Now this," he said between bites, "is the real reward for defeating a Titan."

Cassius sipped his tea, his expression as unreadable as ever. "You're insufferable."

"I know and I don't care," Damian said with a grin, shoveling another spoonful of Starlight Caviar into his mouth. The rich, buttery flavor practically melted on his tongue, and he let out a satisfied groan. "See? This is the kind of treatment a warlock of my caliber deserves."

Cassius gave him a withering stare from across the table, his fingers resting lightly on his teacup. "The only thing you deserve is a lesson in humility."

"Humility doesn't taste this good," Damian shot back, popping another spoonful caviar into his mouth. "You should try it sometime. Might help with the whole 'permanent scowl' thing."

Cassius sighed, setting his cup down with a measured clink. "Tch! You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am, eating caviar on your dime," Damian said, his grin widening.