Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 343: Time to Hunt

Warlock Ch 343. Time to Hunt

Damian sighed again, shaking his head as he ladled the thick, glowing stew into bowls. "Whatever. Let them keep wasting their forces. We'll deal with them properly when we move."

The shadow servant disappeared as silently as he arrived.

For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet clinking of utensils, the occasional sip of wine or tea, and the faint crackling of embers from the enchanted fireplace nearby.

Damian exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden surface of the dining table. His eyes flicked toward Cassius, then Evelyn, then Victoria, before finally settling on the barely touched Shadowflame Roasted Venison in front of him.

"We need to pick our first target," he said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable weight. "The ones they've sent so far? Nothing but bottom-feeders."

Evelyn scoffed, stabbing another piece of venison with her fork. "Pathetic bottom-feeders." She chewed slowly, savoring the mana-infused meat before swallowing. "Seriously. If they think those guys were going to take us down, they're delusional."

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Cassius smirked. "Not delusional. Just desperate." He swirled his wine lazily. "Which means one of two things—either they don't know who to send after us, or they're testing the waters before the real hunters come."

Damian tapped his fingers on the table, considering. "I'd say it's both."

Victoria chuckled, setting down her empty glass of Ebonblood Reserve. "Or perhaps," she murmured, "they're struggling to find anyone willing to go after us."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "You think they already put a bounty on our heads?"

Victoria leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hand, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Of course they have. The underworld magus community operates fast. You cause one big mess, and suddenly every rogue mercenary and bounty hunter is whispering your name."

Damian smirked. "Guess we should check the prices on our heads, huh?"

Cassius snorted. "I highly doubt you'll be cheap, Damian."

Evelyn huffed, finishing the last of her stew before leaning back with a satisfied sigh. "So, first target?"

Damian exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "We go after someone who matters." His gaze sharpened. "If we start picking off low-level scum, it won't mean anything. We need to hit someone who will send a message."

Cassius grinned. "Ooh, I like where this is going."

Victoria smirked. "A high-profile target, then?"

Evelyn stretched her arms above her head, sighing. "I love when we do things properly."

Damian let his fingers drum against the table once more before tilting his head. "Who do you think's sweating the most right now?"

Cassius hummed. "The ones who approved the exam changes?"

Evelyn snapped her fingers. "Bingo."

Damian's smirk widened. "Then we start with them."

Victoria leaned back in her seat, her crimson eyes glowing faintly. "This is going to be fun."

Evelyn grinned, already feeling her mana replenishing from the meal. "Damn right it is."

The hunt began.

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The city was quiet under the cover of night, but Prince Cedric knew better than to be fooled by the illusion of peace. Shadows shifted where they shouldn't, and the air carried the faint scent of damp stone, mana residue, and something rotten beneath the polished façade of the upper districts.

He crouched behind the stone railing of a dimly lit alleyway, his sharp fae eyes locked on a figure moving carefully through the streets below.

A man dressed in deep indigo robes, embroidered with silver filigree that marked his status as one of the Magus Councils.

Councilor Marven Orsas.

Not a member of the Sanctum, but one of the external policymakers who pushed for the sudden exam changes. Someone who had spoken so confidently about the necessity of weeding out the weak and rewarding only those who truly deserved power.

The same bastard who had fought against the idea of sending healers.

And now, here he was, slinking through the streets like a rat.

Cedric's grip tightened on the dagger strapped to his thigh.

Beside him, Selena's breathing was steady, but he could feel the quiet tension in her body. Even though she had fully healed, her magic had yet to return to its full strength. Her usual confidence had dulled into something colder, more calculating.

Good.

They couldn't afford to make mistakes tonight.

On his other side, Alric adjusted the blade at his waist, voice barely above a whisper. "What do you think he's up to?"

Cedric didn't answer immediately. He studied the way Marven moved—hurried, but not reckless. He wasn't lost. He knew exactly where he was going.

Which meant he was meeting someone.

Cedric exhaled slowly.

"You're supposed to be resting," he muttered to Selena without looking at her.

She huffed. "And you're supposed to be focusing."

Cedric shot her a glare. "I am focusing."

Selena smirked slightly, but there was little humor in it. Her eyes gleamed under the faint moonlight. "Then let's not waste time. Do you want to wait for him to slip up, or do we force his hand?"

Alric narrowed his gaze at the councilor. "We don't even know who he's meeting yet."

Cedric's lips pressed into a thin line. True. But something about this felt off.

Marven wasn't just walking through the usual underbelly of political corruption—he was heading toward a district that was meant to be sealed off after the trial. The sanctum.

Cedric's fingers curled into a fist.

"We wait," he decided. "For now."

Selena frowned but nodded, adjusting her cloak as she crouched lower behind the stonework.

Below them, Marven stopped at the mouth of a narrow alley, glancing over his shoulder once before stepping inside.

And the moment he disappeared— A second figure emerged from the shadows.

Cedric inhaled sharply.

Shit.

They weren't the only ones watching tonight.

Cedric stiffened, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as the second figure emerged from the shadows below.

It was subtle—whoever they were, they knew how to move unseen. The figure had stepped out only after Marven had vanished into the alley, lingering just beyond the reach of the dim lantern glow. The cloak they wore was dark, blending seamlessly into the night, but Cedric's fae-enhanced vision picked up the faint ripple of magic layered around them.