Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 362. Stay And Learn

Selena sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the quiet walls of the room Cassius had assigned to her.

It wasn't big by noble standards—definitely not a palace suite or anything—but it was well-crafted and oddly... comforting. The walls were made of enchanted stone, warm to the touch and laced with subtle spellwork. The security here was no joke. She'd noticed at least three layers of warding the moment she walked in. Maybe more if she actually took the time to probe deeper.

She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, her eyes drifting slowly around the space. A single window let in the cloudy afternoon light. Heavy black curtains framed it, but the glass itself was reinforced with a mana-binding layer. A small desk sat beneath the window, cleared and dusted. The wardrobe on the far side was slightly open, revealing the spare clothes Evelyn had mentioned earlier—neutral tunics, soft pants, and even a cloak or two. Nothing flashy. Just... functional.

And then there were the bookshelves.

That, she hadn't expected.

Most guest rooms didn't have any shelves at all, and if they did, they were filled with the usual decor books—"Famous Spells of the Fourth Age," or "History of Haven's Trade Agreements." But here?

No.

This was something else entirely.

Every shelf was packed. Some tomes were thick and bound in worn leather, others narrow and shimmering with illusion-sealed pages. A few had no titles at all, just strange glyphs burned into the spine. Selena felt drawn to them immediately, half curious and half… weirded out.

She stood and walked toward the nearest shelf, brushing her fingers across the covers. The books practically buzzed with old mana. The one that caught her eye first was wrapped in something like black silk and sealed with a faint blood rune. She grimaced slightly and reached for a different one, grabbing it off the shelf.

The title made her blink.

"Blood Sigils and Soul Marks: Reforging the Bound Contract"

Selena squinted, tilting her head. "Uh… Warlocks sure have weird readings," she muttered.

Still, she turned the book over in her hands. There was something fascinating about it, even if it wasn't the kind of thing she'd normally read. She sat back down on the bed, resting the book in her lap, and opened it.

The first page was entirely in glyphic script. Not fae. Not human. Something old. She could barely make sense of it.

Flipping ahead didn't help. The diagrams inside were unnerving—circles drawn in blood, names scratched out in arcane ink, soul fracture charts. At one point, she saw something that looked like a ritual involving a severed horn and a corrupted mirror.

Selena scrunched her nose. "Okay… not bedtime reading."

But despite herself, she kept looking.

Because deep down, this was part of who Damian was. She could feel it. This was his world—these dark, complex, taboo-leaning studies. It was the kind of magic the fae high circles never even mentioned unless it was to whisper warnings. Warlocks were no longer hunted, sure, but they were still… strange. Always walking the edge of something darker. Dangerous.

And yet… here she was. In his world.

She looked at the book again and asked softly, "Damian studies this too?"

She didn't expect an answer. Of course not. But the thought stuck in her head like a splinter.

Damian was so different now. So much colder. Sharper. He wasn't the same boy she saw back during the exam—cocky and kind of reckless. That guy had been interesting, sure, but this Damian? The one who moved through war councils and assassinations like a shadow? The one who stood toe to toe with mages three tiers the same as him and didn't even blink?

He was terrifying.

And she couldn't stop thinking about him.

Selena set the book aside and curled her legs up beneath her, staring at the window as thoughts tumbled through her head.

Was she really ready to be here?

She'd insisted she could help, had stood in that dining hall and all but demanded to stay. But now, alone in this warlock's manor, she was starting to realize just how deep she'd stepped into the dark.

A knock on the door startled her.

She stood quickly and smoothed her dress, calling out softly, "Yes?"

It was just a shadow servant—a silent figure made entirely of smoke and void magic, bowing its head respectfully as it entered. It carried a small tray—tea and a few simple snacks—and moved with the kind of eerie movement that made her neck prickle. Still, she offered a small smile and nodded.

"Thank you."

The servant bowed again and vanished into the wall like mist.

Selena sat back down and took a slow sip of the tea, the warmth grounding her.

"Okay," she whispered to herself. "You said you'd stay. So stay. Learn. Try to understand him."

Another glance toward the book on the bed made her shiver slightly.

"…even if he scares you."

She couldn't deny it. Damian did scare her sometimes. But not in a bad way. It wasn't fear of harm—it was fear of gravity. Of being pulled deeper into something she didn't fully understand.

Something she wasn't sure she could climb out of once she was in too far.

But that's the thing about falling—especially for someone like Damian.

It never really felt like falling.

It felt like being caught.

"Dumb," she whispered, shaking her head at herself, though she couldn't help but smile a little. "I'm so dumb."

Still, she reached out, hesitated, then picked up the book again. Maybe if she read a little more, she could understand. Maybe if she understood him… she could stand beside him. And maybe—just maybe—he'd stop calling her "Princess."

Selena turned a few more pages, forcing her eyes to follow the strange inked diagrams and dark annotations, though most of it blurred together. Even the parts she could read barely made sense. Half of it sounded like metaphor, and the other half sounded like a riddle whispered during a fever dream. Her brows furrowed with each line.

"...when the contract is sealed with blood willingly given, the soul becomes not a prisoner, but a mirror..."

"What does that even mean?" she whispered, flipping back and forth between the pages.