Warlock Ch 319. Admiration is Dangerous
"Their lives weren't yours to gamble with!"
"You changed the exam, didn't you?! This wasn't how it was before!"
"You don't even have the decency to take responsibility?!"
Damian exhaled slowly, watching it all unfold.
The council and examiners were losing control of the situation.
And honestly?
Good.
They deserved this.
Damian made his way up the stands, moving through the crowd that was still buzzing with outrage. His mind was still running hot, but his instincts were sharper than his anger. The Sanctum wasn't going to let this spiral out of control. Not for long.
They'd regroup. They'd co up with a plan. And the first step in that plan?
'Clean up the evidence. Clean up the witnesses.'
He reached Prince Cedric's side and dropped into the seat next to him with a tired thud. "They're probably trying to clean up the evidence and witnesses first before they evacuate the remaining participants."
Cedric didn't look at him imdiately, his gaze fixed on the chaos below. His jaw was tight, his fingers drumming against the armrest of his seat—a habit, Damian guessed, to keep himself from gripping the hilt of his sword instead. After a mont, he exhaled.
"I know," he said, voice low but firm. "That's why I ordered Alric to ask Selena. He'll confirm what happened and take command of my soldiers to sweep the fields."
Damian turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. "They let you do that?"
Cedric finally looked at him, and there was a sharp amusent in his green eyes. "I don't need permission."
Damian snorted. "Yeah. Fair enough."
The fae prince's expression didn't change. "They won't be subtle about it. They'll try to cover their tracks while appearing to cooperate." His fingers stopped tapping, his hand curling into a fist against his leg. "We need to be faster."
Damian humd in agreent, leaning back slightly. "So… your guys are just gonna break in?"
Cedric's lips twitched in sothing close to a smirk. "Yes."
That actually made Damian chuckle.
"I'd join them if I could," Cedric added, sighing. "But unfortunately, the ones who need to settle nasty business and politics like this… that falls on ."
Damian stretched his legs out in front of him, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah. You get the fun job."
Cedric let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Believe . I'd rather be on the actual battlefield than dealing with these spineless bastards."
Damian smirked, but his eyes flickered toward the council mbers and examiners still scrambling to contain the furious crowd.
"Yeah, I don't like dealing with these kinds of people either," Damian muttered, stretching his arms over his head before letting them fall back to his sides. "You learn way too many nasty lies." He gave Cedric a side glance and smirked. "Guess we're the sa, huh?"
He lifted his fist for a fist bump.
Cedric looked at it.
And instead of returning the gesture like a normal person, he casually flicked Damian's fist.
"Don't be casual with ," Cedric said flatly. "I still have sothing to settle with you."
Damian looked at him with a deadpan expression. "So rude."
Cedric ignored that completely. "You were the one with Selena from the beginning of the exam until the end," he continued, his sharp green eyes locking onto Damian like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. "That ans I also need to investigate you."
Damian groaned. "Oh, co on. I saved her."
"I did." Cedric leaned back slightly, arms crossed. "But I haven't heard anything from Selena herself yet. Except…" He paused, his gaze narrowing slightly. "She said you're not guilty."
Damian threw his hands up. "Because I'm not guilty."
Cedric arched a brow. "Maybe."
Damian squinted. "Maybe?"
Cedric tilted his head slightly, his voice remaining perfectly calm. "She could be biased."
Damian let out a short laugh. "Biased? Dude, she saw everything! She was right there!"
Cedric's eyes didn't waver. "She also has a… particular obsession with warlocks."
Damian imdiately felt a headache forming. "Oh, for f*ck's sake—"
"Were you wearing a mask during the exam?" Cedric asked suddenly.
Damian blinked at the unexpected question. "Huh?"
"In the exam," Cedric repeated. "Did you wear a mask?"
"No."
Cedric exhaled sharply through his nose. "Great." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Selena's got a thing for warlocks. Especially masked ones. And she might have gotten attached."
Damian pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to groan. Of course, she did. Of course, this had sothing to do with his past. Even though he didn't rember so parts of his past life, sohow it still found ways to screw with him.
He leaned back in his seat, running a hand down his face. "Yeah… she actually ntioned sothing about a masked warlock before." He exhaled slowly. "I told her 'good luck with that.'" His tone was nonchalant.
Cedric gave him a flat look. "And?"
"And what?" Damian shot back.
Cedric's fingers tapped against the armrest. "And what exactly did she say about it?"
Damian narrowed his eyes, thinking back to when Selena had first brought it up. He had dismissed it at the ti—because, really, what the hell was he supposed to do with that information? But now… now since she said the masked warlock was him, it already beca more personal.
"She said sothing about a masked warlock being the coolest she'd ever seen," Damian bluffed. "Said she wanted to find him." He rolled his eyes. "I figured it was just so dumb fascination, so I wished her luck and moved on."
Cedric rubbed his temples. "Yeah. That's not just a 'fascination.'"
Damian tilted his head, pretending. "What, is she in love with a dude she's never t?"
Cedric's expression darkened slightly. "It's worse than that. She admires him."
Damian blinked. "And that's a bad thing?"
Cedric sighed. "Admiration is dangerous. It turns into obsession fast. And when it cos to warlocks, especially one specific warlock…" His eyes sharpened. "She doesn't just want to et him. She wants to be with him."
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