Warlock Ch 342. Magic Supplents
It was ti to hunt.
But not just yet.
Because as much as Damian wanted to set things in motion, there was one glaring problem—Evelyn and Victoria were both running on fus.
The two of them had poured every ounce of energy they had into stabilizing the doubles, weaving complex layers of magic, ensuring that their alibis would hold when they finally made their move.
Evelyn's runes were still faintly glowing along her fingers.
Victoria, while still composed, had been drinking more blood tea than usual, her posture just a little too relaxed in an attempt to conserve her remaining strength.
Yeah.
They needed rest.
Damian stretched his arms above his head before exhaling. "Alright. We'll wait."
Cassius arched a brow. "Oh? Since when are you the patient one?"
Damian smirked. "Since now." He turned to Evelyn and Victoria, crossing his arms. "The day after tomorrow. That should be enough ti for you two to recover. You guys ready by then?"
Evelyn rolled her shoulders, letting out a small breath. "Yeah, I guess I could do that."
Damian nodded. "Good." Then, a small smirk played on his lips. "Relax. I'll cook today. Just for you."
Evelyn blinked.
Then blinked again.
"…Wait, what?"
Victoria, who had been lazily sipping her tea, suddenly perked up. "You're cooking?"
Damian chuckled. "Yeah. You need actual food, and I figured you'd appreciate sothing better than the usual bland magic supplents." He winked at Evelyn. "Besides, you did do so impressive work."
Evelyn scoffed, but there was a flicker of warmth in her eyes. "I did."
Victoria leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "And what about ?" She tilted her head, crimson eyes gleaming. "You'll reward too, won't you?"
Damian exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yup. Absolutely."
Victoria's lips curled.
"I'll let you drink my blood tonight," Damian continued. "Just—" his eyes narrowed playfully—"don't dry up."
Victoria's smirk deepened. "No promises."
Cassius groaned. "Ugh. Can you two not flirt in front of ?"
Evelyn snorted. "Jealous?"
Cassius rolled his eyes. "Please."
Victoria chuckled, swirling her tea. "Oh, I like this arrangent already."
Damian sighed but didn't argue. If it ant Victoria would actually rest, then fine—he'd let her have her fill later.
For now?
He had so cooking to do.
And he knew exactly what to make.
Soon, the kitchen was filled with the rich, intoxicating aroma of simring broth, roasted spices, and sizzling mana-infused ingredients. Damian moved with smooth efficiency, his hands working through muscle mory as he prepared each dish with practiced ease. This wasn't just a al—it was preparation.
He ladled the thick, golden broth into a bowl, watching as it shimred under the dim candlelight, the faint blue glow of crushed Starpetal Leaves still swirling in the liquid.
[ You have created: Starfire Stew (Rare) – A hearty dish infused with celestial herbs and emberroot mushrooms. Restores 40% mana over five minutes and gradually regenerates stamina. Enhances magic control temporarily. ]
He set it down in front of Evelyn, who was already eyeing it like a predator about to pounce.
Evelyn exhaled deeply. "Wow." She leaned forward, inhaling the scent. "That slls amazing."
Damian smirked, grabbing another bowl. "Eat while it's hot."
Evelyn didn't hesitate. She took a spoonful, blew on it slightly, and took a bite—
And imdiately, her entire expression lted.
"Oh, my," she groaned.
Cassius leaned forward in amusent. "That good?"
Evelyn ignored him, already going in for another bite. As she ate, the fatigue from earlier visibly drained from her body, her mana stabilizing from the effects of the stew.
[ Buff Applied: Celestial Nourishnt – Mana regeneration increased by 30% for the next 6 hours. ]
"Gods, I love you," she muttered through another spoonful.
Damian smirked. "I know."
Cassius snorted. "Alright, now I'm jealous."
Damian rolled his eyes, setting another dish in front of him. "Eat."
Cassius took a slow, exaggerated bite, chewing dramatically. "Mmm. Not bad."
Evelyn shot him a glare. "Not bad?"
Cassius chuckled. "Relax. It's great, alright?"
Victoria, lounging nearby with her glass of Ebonblood Reserve, sighed dramatically. "And yet I get nothing."
Damian turned to her, a slow, knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You get sothing else."
Victoria's eyes darkened slightly, lips parting just enough to reveal the faint gleam of her fangs.
Evelyn groaned. "Okay, seriously, can you two wait until after dinner?"
Victoria chuckled. "Oh, I suppose." She lifted her glass of thick crimson liquid, swirling it lazily.
[ Ebonblood Reserve (Rare) – A rare vintage blood infused with dark magic. Strengthens vampiric abilities, enhances blood magic efficiency, and suppresses hunger for 24 hours. ]
Damian smirked, finally sitting down with his own bowl of stew.
To the side, he had also prepared Shadowfla Roasted Venison—thick, charred cuts of at that sizzled in a faint, otherworldly blue fire. The scent alone was intoxicating.
[ Shadowfla Roasted Venison (Rare) – A dish infused with spectral fire. Temporarily increases physical strength by 20% and resistance to dark magic by 15%. ]
Cassius grabbed a piece with his fork, biting into it with a satisfied hum. "Oh yeah. This is good."
Damian grabbed his own cup, taking a slow sip of his drink. The cool, slightly bitter taste of Voidleaf Infusion filled his mouth, spreading warmth through his body.
[ Voidleaf Infusion (Rare) – A herbal drink brewed with mana-rich void leaves. Temporarily enhances ntal clarity and negates minor status effects. ]
Outside, there was a muffled thud, followed by the sharp, wet sound of a blade slicing through flesh.
Damian didn't even turn his head.
Cassius, unfazed, swirled his wine glass. "That's what? The fifth one today?"
Evelyn didn't even look up. "Sixth, actually."
A shadow servant materialized in the doorway, kneeling respectfully. "The latest intruder has been dealt with."
Damian stirred the stew. "At this point, they should just stop sending them."
Cassius smirked. "They're desperate. You can sll it in the way they move."
Victoria took a slow sip of her blood. "They've stopped sending actual assassins and started sending desperate fools."
Evelyn rubbed her temples. "Idiots. All of them."
Damian exhaled through his nose. "They're just testing the waters." He glanced at the servant. "Any patterns?"
The servant bowed his head slightly. "Mostly solo attacks. They co under the cover of night, but the patterns are predictable. No real strategy—only persistence."
Victoria clicked her tongue. "Amateurs."
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