Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 267: You Are In Pain...

Warlock Ch 267. You Are In Pain...

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Damian replied nonchalantly, rolling his shoulders as they walked toward the gate. He was already bracing himself for the grueling training Cassius was bound to put him through. That man took ’preparation’ way too seriously.

But just as they were about to step out, something—or rather, someone—caught his attention.

A woman.

No, a fae.

She wasn’t dressed extravagantly, just a simple flowing dress, void of any elaborate embroidery or jewelry. And yet, she radiated an undeniable presence. Her hair, a cascade of shimmering silver, framed a face so ethereal it felt almost unreal. Her eyes, a deep, haunting shade of violet, carried an otherworldly intensity. The way she moved was almost like gliding, each step graceful, precise—like she existed on a different rhythm than the rest of the world.

Behind her stood a knight—an elf, tall and clad in sleek, dark combat armor. A combat mage, by the look of his aura. A strong one. Which meant this fae woman wasn’t just anybody.

Damian’s instincts flared.

’She’s important.’

And yet, there was something else. Something deeper.

Their eyes met as they passed each other.

A shiver ran down his spine—not out of fear, but familiarity.

’I know her.’

Not in the way he’d remember a random noble or an opponent. This was something older. Something buried. A half-forgotten echo in the back of his mind.

"You are in pain..."

A female voice whispered in his head.

It was soft. Sad.

His memory.

He stopped in his tracks.

The fae woman, as if sensing his hesitation, did the same. She turned, her gaze locking onto his once more, this time with curiosity flickering behind her eyes.

She felt it too.

Damian opened his mouth to speak, to ask, but before he could, the elf guard stepped forward, his sharp green eyes narrowing.

"Do you need something with Her Highness?" His tone was clipped, professional, but there was an edge of warning beneath it.

’Her Highness?’

Damian blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

That wasn’t just a noble’s title.

That meant she was royalty.

’A princess?’

He hadn’t expected that. Fae royals weren’t exactly common, and they never mingled freely outside their domains.

His mind scrambled for something to say, something to justify why he’d suddenly stopped and stared at her like an idiot.

"…No," he finally said, shaking his head. "Just—thought I recognized her."

The guard held his gaze for a beat longer before giving a small, curt nod. Satisfied but still wary.

Damian turned away, exhaling sharply as he picked up his pace, chasing after Cassius, who had—predictably—kept walking like nothing happened.

Without even looking at him, Cassius spoke. "So? What is it this time?"

Damian scowled. "Do you have to phrase it like that?"

Cassius smirked. "You keep stopping for things only you can see or feel. Forgive me for assuming."

Damian sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It triggered something, yeah. But I only heard a voice. She said… ’You are in pain.’ That’s it."

Cassius finally glanced at him. "Do you know who she is?"

"Was about to ask you that."

Cassius shook his head. "Unfortunately not. But since her guard called her ’highness’… she’s not just some noble."

Damian huffed. "Great. A princess fae. That narrows it down."

Cassius shot him a sidelong look. "You sound disappointed."

Damian frowned, his mind racing. "Not disappointed. Just confused." He hesitated. "I don’t… I don’t think I ever had anything to do with the fae. At least, not that I remember."

Cassius arched an eyebrow. "Not even in your past life?"

Damian shook his head. "No. The fae have always been the most neutral of all the races. They never sided with the mages, the warlocks, the demons—no one. They never hunted me." He frowned deeper. "So why the hell would I have a connection to one of their princesses?"

Cassius remained silent for a moment, considering.

Visit freёnovelkiss.com for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience.

Then he shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

Damian groaned. "Yeah, yeah. But that’s a problem for future me." He exhaled and glanced back toward the Sanctum’s entrance, but the fae princess was already gone. As if she was never there.

Damian shuddered.

’Who the hell are you?’

Cassius clapped a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to the present. "Come on. We’ve got work to do."

Damian scowled but followed. "Can’t wait."

Something told him, though, that whatever just happened—it wasn’t over.

-----

Selena walked through the grand halls of the Sanctum, her steps measured, her expression unreadable. The soft glow of magic-infused torches illuminated the intricately carved stone walls, casting flickering shadows that danced as she passed. She barely paid attention to them. Her mind was elsewhere.

Deep in thought.

She couldn’t shake the strange sensation that had settled in her chest since locking eyes with that warlock.

"Your Highness?"

Her knight’s voice brought her back to the present. She turned her head slightly, acknowledging him without fully facing him. The elf knight, Alric, walked beside her, his sharp green eyes studying her closely. He was ever-watchful, ever-attentive, just as he had always been.

"Does that warlock bother you?" Alric asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

Selena shook her head. "Nothing…"

Nothing, yet everything.

She had no reason to recognize him. His face was unfamiliar, his presence new. And yet, his mana flow…

That was different.

That was familiar.

She had felt it before. A long, long time ago.

Her hands clenched at her sides as her mind drifted to an old memory, one buried so deep that she had almost convinced herself it was a dream.

A male voice whispered in her mind, unbidden. "Why did you run away, princess?"

Her breath hitched. That voice…

She remembered.

It had been years ago, during one of those suffocating royal gatherings. Boring, predictable, filled with false smiles and polite words that meant nothing. She had had enough. The need to breathe had sent her outside, away from the golden chandeliers and endless flattery, into the cool embrace of the night.

She had wandered too far.