Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 340. A Big If

Damian exhaled, glancing toward the sky. "That's a big if." Because even he knew that what Victoria and Evelyn were attempting wasn't easy. It was one thing to craft a simple illusion—to bend light, to create a temporary mirage that could fool the average eye.

But what they needed?

It was far more complicated. They weren't just making illusions. They were making doubles. Doubles that had to breathe, move, exist in the eyes of everyone watching. Doubles that had to speak, react, and behave exactly like them. Doubles that could hold up under scrutiny—not just for a few fleeting moments, but for days, weeks if necessary.

And the worst part?

It wasn't just one double. It was three. One for him. One for Cassius. And one for Evelyn. The entire plan depended on it. Because what the outside world knew was that Victoria had already left—had already returned to her vampire territory, busy with politics and affairs of her own.

Damian exhaled. He hated waiting.

And yet— He knew better than to rush Evelyn and Victoria.

Because magic like this?

It wasn't just complex.

It was dangerous.

Victoria's vampire magic alone could create lifelike constructs—but they weren't permanent. The longer she tried to maintain them, the more unstable they became.

Evelyn's runes, on the other hand, could anchor those constructs, stabilizing them—but that required powerful bindings, and too many bindings meant they could become detectable.

It was a delicate balance.

One that had to be perfect before they made their move.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "How much longer do you think they'll need?"

Cassius tilted his head, considering. "Depends."

"On?"

"If Evelyn hasn't passed out yet."

Damian rolled his eyes. "She always overdoes it." Sadly, he already did what he could. Using his skills to Fix and Create. But the most he could do was create empty shells that resembled their appearance. However, giving them 'life' was beyond his capabilities as a Rank S—it was too complex. And since Cassius was a warlock, he couldn't do it either.

Cassius grinned. "And Victoria always complains about having to babysit her."

Damian snorted. "Yeah, well. They're both stubborn as hell."

Cassius smirked. "And you love them for it."

Damian sighed dramatically. "Can't complain about that."

Cassius chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Then, I suppose all we can do is wait."

Damian clicked his tongue. He hated waiting. Despised it, actually. But this? This was different.

Just as he was about to make other words, the sound of soft footsteps echoed through the balcony. A familiar voice followed. "How are you both doing?"

Damian and Cassius turned their heads in unison.

Evelyn stood at the entrance, looking completely exhausted but wearing a victorious smirk. Strands of her hair clung to her temples, the faint glow of runes still fading from her fingertips.

Cassius smirked. "Oh, look who finally decided to show up."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I heard that."

Damian exhaled sharply, his gaze softening as he took in Evelyn's exhausted form. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest.

"You look exhausted," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Evelyn blinked in surprise, then huffed, though she didn't pull away. "Well, creating lifelike doubles of you three bastards isn't exactly easy."

He leaned back slightly, studying her face. "You didn't have to push yourself this hard."

Evelyn scoffed but let her hands rest against his chest. "Please. I'm a witch, not a damsel. I had it under control."

Damian's fingers traced soothing circles against her back. "Just because you can handle it doesn't mean I want to see you like this." His voice was low, his concern unmistakable.

Her lips quirked into a tired smirk. "Oh? The great Warlock Damian Blackthorn worrying about little old me?"

He tightened his hold on her briefly before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Of course I am. You're my witch."

Evelyn chuckled, a hint of color dusting her cheeks. "Well, don't get all sentimental on me just yet." She shifted in his embrace but didn't move away entirely. "They're ready."

Cassius let out a low chuckle. "That fast? Color me impressed."

Evelyn crossed her arms, though Damian caught the way she swayed slightly before steadying herself. He frowned but said nothing—for now.

"You should be," she continued. "Do you know how fucking annoying it is trying to replicate Victoria's magic? It's like trying to carve a statue out of mist—every time I stabilized it, she kept adjusting things." She scowled. "So picky."

Damian's concern lingered, but he let himself smirk. "Sounds about right."

Evelyn jabbed a finger at him, her usual fire returning. "And you, mister 'I'm too cool to have predictable habits'—do you have any idea how fucking difficult it is to make your double act normal?"

Damian blinked. "I am normal."

Cassius laughed. "Oh, no, you're not."

Evelyn huffed. "Exactly! Your expressions change every five seconds. Your body language is erratic as hell. And don't even get me started on how unpredictable your magic signature is."

Damian opened his mouth to argue—but then sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, fine—so where are they?"

Evelyn smirked. "Come see for yourself."

Cassius stood up, stretching lazily. "This should be interesting."

Damian was about to follow, but— His eyes flicked back to Evelyn.

And suddenly, all the teasing and bickering faded away.

She looked fine. She sounded fine. But he knew her better than that. He could feel the subtle drain in her presence, the way her magic was weaker than usual, the exhaustion she was hiding behind that smug little smirk of hers.

And maybe it was stupid—maybe it was reckless, maybe it was inconvenient, but he didn't care.

Before she could take another step, he reached out—And pulled her into his arms.

Evelyn barely had time to react before she was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her once again.

She froze. "…Damian?"

His hold tightened.

"Did you eat?" His voice was low, steady. "Did you rest at all?"