Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 357: Three Days

Warlock Ch 357. Three Days

Cedric let out a long, frustrated breath, shaking his head slowly. "Selena, you're not thinking clearly. Father won't allow it. He expects us back."

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Selena turned to him, determination hardening her voice. "Then convince him otherwise. Tell him I'm safer here, under Damian's protection."

Damian raised an eyebrow slightly at that, surprised by the fierceness in her tone. Victoria chuckled softly from the side, amusement glinting in her crimson eyes. "She's got a point, Cedric. Damian might look harmless, but he's pretty good at keeping people alive."

Cedric shot Victoria a skeptical glance. "He's also good at attracting trouble."

Damian shrugged lightly. "Occupational hazard."

Cassius smirked slightly at Cedric's reluctance. "I get why you're cautious, Cedric, but Selena has a point. She's probably safer here than anywhere else right now. At least here, we control the security."

Cedric rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly battling his own misgivings. "Three days," he finally said, looking directly at Selena, his voice firm. "We'll see if we can sort this out in three days. If not, you come home. No arguments."

Selena hesitated briefly, then gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. Three days."

Cedric sighed, clearly not entirely happy, but willing to compromise. Damian felt a curious sense of relief mixed with quiet apprehension. Selena's presence complicated things—especially given how he felt her gaze linger on him longer than necessary—but it also gave him unexpected motivation. He couldn't afford mistakes, not with Selena's life now hanging on his decisions.

Evelyn smiled warmly at Selena, clearly pleased with her decision. "Well, Selena, I guess that officially makes you one of us—at least for the next three days. Welcome to the rebellion."

Victoria rolled her eyes, leaning back casually. "Such dramatics, Evelyn."

Evelyn shot her a playful glare. "Like you're one to talk."

Damian chuckled softly, the tension easing from his shoulders slightly. "Well, if we're done arguing, maybe we should actually plan our next move."

Cassius leaned forward thoughtfully, tapping a finger on the table. "We need to keep pressure on the Council. If rumors aren't enough, maybe we target their resources next. Cut their supply lines, slow their communications."

Damian nodded, considering carefully. "Sabotage could work. The less stable they are internally, the more mistakes they'll make."

Cedric's expression softened slightly, interest replacing some of his earlier caution. "If you need information on their movements, I can quietly contact some of my father's informants still operating here. They might have something useful."

Damian met Cedric's gaze, grateful. "That would help. Anything we get, even small details, could turn the tables."

Selena, sitting back down slowly, looked cautiously hopeful. "Maybe I can help too. I still have friends in the diplomatic corps who don't trust the Council. They might speak freely around me, not suspecting I'd side openly against them."

Damian glanced at her, worried despite himself. "Be careful, Selena. If they realize you're gathering intel, things could get dangerous."

She smiled faintly, trying to mask her nervousness. "I'll be careful. I promise."

Cassius glanced around the room, satisfied. "Then it's settled. Selena and Cedric work discreetly to gather intel, we sabotage quietly from the shadows, and hope we shake them enough to make mistakes."

Cedric nodded slowly, standing up with a resigned sigh. "Three days. Let's see what we can achieve."

Damian rose too, stretching slightly as the meeting seemed to wind down. Cedric nodded respectfully at Damian before turning toward the door. "I'll return to our delegation and start making discreet inquiries."

Selena hesitated, lingering behind slightly. She looked up at Damian, suddenly seeming small, vulnerable in the quiet of the room. "Thank you," she said softly. "For letting me stay."

Damian's heart twisted slightly, hearing the sincerity in her voice. He gave her a gentle smile, nodding. "Of course. Just… keep your guard up."

She nodded slowly, eyes warm and trusting. "I will."

He watched her leave with Cedric and Alric. The door closed softly.

"Well," Cassius finally broke the quiet, clapping his hands lightly. "I suppose that settles it, then. Selena's staying."

Victoria gave a faint smirk, swirling her empty glass again, her crimson eyes sparkling with barely contained amusement. "Interesting twist, isn't it? A fae princess willingly becoming our accomplice."

Evelyn rolled her eyes gently at Victoria's teasing tone, rising from her chair and stretching slightly. She glanced toward Damian, concern flickering briefly in her violet eyes, before she turned to Cassius. "Do you think we have spare clothes that would fit Selena?"

Cassius nodded thoughtfully, already mentally mapping out the manor. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we do. Third wardrobe on the second floor, guest wing. They should fit her well enough for now."

Evelyn smiled gratefully. "Perfect. I'll show her later."

Cassius turned toward Damian, raising an eyebrow slightly when he noticed Damian's distant expression. "And you, Damian—any thoughts on Selena's living arrangements? Any preferences?"

Damian blinked, pulled abruptly from his tangled thoughts, and shook his head slowly. "No. Anything's fine, as long as she's safe."

Cassius gave a short nod, then turned slightly and flicked two fingers toward the darkened corner of the room. The shadows there twisted unnaturally for a moment, stretching and condensing until a vaguely humanoid form emerged—tall, sleek, and utterly silent. A shadow servant, shaped like a cloaked silhouette, bowed slightly at the command.

"Escort Princess Selena to one of the guest rooms in the east wing," Cassius ordered, his voice low but firm. "Keep an eye out. No one gets close without my permission."

The shadow dipped its head again, then glided soundlessly toward the hallway.

Selena, who had been quietly standing nearby, gave Damian one last glance. Her eyes lingered on him with a quiet mix of worry and something softer—something he didn't have the strength to name just yet. Then she gave a polite nod to the others and followed the shadow servant, her soft footsteps fading into the hall.

Only when she disappeared fully from sight did Cassius turn his full attention back to Damian.

He chuckled knowingly, folding his arms as he watched Damian carefully. "Tell me what you're thinking right now." He tilted his head, mockingly thoughtful. "Wait, let me guess. Worried about Selena?"