Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 38. The Stronger, The Higher

Damian leaned against the counter, his mind still spinning. "So... if I keep growing my power, does that mean I'll live longer too?"

Evelyn nodded, her expression serious now. "That's right. That's why we need a separate place for the magical world. We age differently. People in the normal world wouldn't understand."

Damian fell silent, processing her words. Living longer, mastering magic... it was everything he could have imagined, and yet it felt overwhelming. He wasn't sure what to feel—excitement, fear, or maybe a bit of both.

Evelyn glanced at him and smirked. "You look like you're about to implode. You okay?"

"Kinda," Damian admitted with a half-smile. "I mean, it's exciting and all, but it's a lot to take in, you know?"

She laughed softly, and then, with a quick motion, she reached out and took the knife from his hand. "Why don't you take a bath, Damian? Let me finish the sandwiches for you. You're tired, and don't forget you still have that assignment from Cassius. Those books are waiting for you."

Damian shuddered, the mention of the books snapping him out of his daze. "Ugh, don't remind me," he groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Are those books really necessary?"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, a playful yet knowing look on her face. "Yes, absolutely necessary. Being a warlock isn't just about throwing fireballs and summoning creatures, you know. You have to understand the world you're stepping into—magic formations, potions, crystals. And knowing your enemy is half the battle."

Damian frowned, still not thrilled about the idea of spending hours reading. "Okay, but... like, really necessary?"

Evelyn chuckled, shaking her head. "Yes, really necessary. Plus, there's a section on magic staff in there. You know, the ones you see in the sky? Aren't you even a little interested in learning how to ride one?"

Damian's eyes lit up for a moment, the image of him soaring through the sky on a staff flashing through his mind. "I mean, yeah... I guess that's pretty cool."

Evelyn smiled, sensing she had him hooked. "Then you've got a lot to learn. Some magicians can even fly without a staff."

His eyes widened. "Wait, really? Like, just flying? No staff or anything?"

Evelyn nodded, leaning against the counter as she finished the sandwiches. "Yep. It's rare, but it's possible. Takes a lot of control and power, though. You'd need to master a lot of things before you could even attempt something like that."

Damian could feel a flicker of excitement growing inside him, despite the exhaustion. It was like all his childhood fantasies were right there within his reach. "Okay, you've got my attention. I didn't think this whole magic thing could get more awesome, but flying without a staff? That's like... next-level stuff."

Evelyn grinned, seeing his enthusiasm. "You'll get there, Damian. But it's not just about power. It's about understanding the magic itself—how it flows, how to control it. That's why Cassius gave you those books. Trust me, it'll all make sense once you start learning."

He sighed, knowing she was right. "Yeah, yeah. I guess I can't skip to the cool stuff without putting in the work."

"Exactly," she said, finishing up the sandwiches. "And once you've got the basics down, everything else will come easier. It's like building a foundation. The stronger it is, the higher you can go."

Damian smirked. "You're starting to sound like Cassius now. He's always going on about foundations and structure, yelling at me this and that at the side of the battle."

"Well, he's not wrong," Evelyn replied with a laugh. "But seriously, once you get past the initial reading, you'll start to see how it all connects. It's not just random facts—it's the framework for everything you'll do."

He nodded, though part of him still dreaded the thought of diving into those heavy books. "I just wish I could learn it faster, you know? Like, download it all into my brain and skip the boring parts."

Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully. "You and every other apprentice who's ever walked this path. But learning magic doesn't work like that. It's not about speed—it's about mastery. And mastery takes time."

Damian groaned. "Time… I don't feel like I have right now."

"Trust me, you've got more time than you think. You have the talent for it," Evelyn said, her tone light but her words carrying weight. "Especially if you keep growing your magic. The years will stretch out before you, Damian. And one day, you'll look back on this and realize it wasn't that long after all."

He paused, the reality of what she was saying settled over him. The idea of living for centuries... It was both thrilling and terrifying. "I guess that's one way to look at it."

"Exactly," Evelyn said, handing him a plate with a sandwich.

Damian took the plate, his muscles protesting as he straightened up. "Yeah, alright. You're not wrong." He hesitated for a second, then asked, "Hey, about those books... there's stuff in there about magic crystals and staffs, right? How hard is it to learn that stuff?"

Evelyn smiled, seeing his curiosity spark again. "It's not as hard as you think. Once you understand the basics, it'll come naturally. Crystals are all about channeling energy, and staffs are just another way to focus your power. You've already got the potential, Damian. You just need to unlock it."

He nodded slowly, feeling the excitement building again. "Okay, fine. I'll give the books a shot. But if I get bored halfway through, I'm blaming you."

Evelyn laughed. "Fair enough. But I doubt you'll get bored once you start seeing how powerful you can become."

Damian smirked, taking a bite of the sandwich. "We'll see."

"I will take a bath first. I smell worse than yesterday." He turned to head upstairs for that much-needed bath with his sandwich plate in his hand, but after a few steps, Evelyn called after him, her tone teasing. "Oh, and Damian?"

He paused at the bottom of the staircase, looking back. "Yeah?"

"You forget the books," she said, pointing at the items still on the table with her gaze. "Those books can't walk by themselves."

Damian groaned dramatically, but couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, yeah. I'm on it."