Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 412: Missing

Warlock Ch 412. Missing

Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her eyes wide, her hand half-extended like she'd been ready to yank the door open and storm inside.

For a second, they just stared at each other.

Damian knew immediately.

From the look on her face—part hurt, part fury, all tremble—that she had heard everything.

Selena swallowed, her voice tight and shaking.

"Why didn't you tell me that my brother and Alric are missing?"

Her words sliced through the quiet like a blade, no hesitation, no confusion. Just raw demand.

Damian's face stayed calm, almost tired, but inside he cursed every lazy shadow servant that hadn't thought to seal the hall.

"I was about to," he said flatly. "Tonight. After I confirmed everything."

Selena's fists clenched at her sides. "But you knew. You knew and you still didn't tell me."

"Because," Damian said, forcing his tone to stay even, "this isn't a small thing. And because if I told you without preparation, you would act like—" he gestured vaguely, "—this."

She blinked, her eyebrows drawing down. "Act like what?"

He exhaled through his nose slowly. "Reckless."

"I am not reckless!" she snapped, stepping forward, the mana around her starting to spark faintly with emotional resonance.

Damian just stared at her. Deadpan.

Selena huffed. "I'm not reckless. I'm just—" she struggled for the words, hands moving animatedly, "—responsive!"

"Right," Damian said, crossing his arms. "Responsive like a fireball in a dry forest."

"You're impossible!"

"And you," Damian said, stepping even closer, "are going to do something stupid if I don't stop you first."

"I am going to help!" Selena shouted.

"And you're going to get yourself killed doing it," Damian snapped.

She glared up at him, furious, cheeks pink with frustration, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. "You don't trust me."

He didn't answer immediately.

And that silence said enough.

Selena turned on her heel, magic sparking wild and unfiltered, mana swirling around her body like a growing storm.

Which was exactly why Damian didn't waste another second.

He lunged.

She barely got half a step before he snatched her wrist firmly in his hand.

"What—Damian! Let me go!" she protested, struggling immediately.

"Nope," Damian muttered.

[Shadow Step]

The world around them warped—space bending inward like a collapsing curtain—and with a crackle of compressed air, Damian teleported them both directly into his room.

The moment they materialized, Selena yanked hard against his grip, trying to pull free.

She almost succeeded, too.

But Damian was faster.

And more stubborn.

He slammed his palm into the rune embedded near the doorframe—an emergency seal Cassius had built into the mansion's structure.

[Mana Seal ]

[Seal Activation Successful – Door Locked, Window Sealed, Teleportation Disabled]

A golden shimmer raced across the door and windows, forming intricate rune locks that clicked into place with audible force.

Selena froze mid-struggle, wide-eyed.

"You sealed the room?" she said in disbelief.

"You were about to bolt," Damian said, crossing his arms, face completely unbothered.

Selena opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "This is kidnapping!"

Damian shrugged. "Temporary imprisonment. You'll live."

"You can't just lock me up!"

"I can, and I did." Damian pointed at the glowing runes. "And unless you have a S-rank or higher curse breaker in your pocket, you're stuck."

Selena huffed, spinning dramatically to pace across the room. Her mana still sparked faintly, but she wasn't trying to blow the walls apart. Which was something.

Damian watched her quietly for a moment, taking in her body language—the trembling fists, the tight jaw, the way her wings, barely visible in her mana outline, twitched with tension.

She wasn't just angry.

She was scared.

And that's why he had waited to tell her.

He moved to lean against the wall near the bed, voice calmer now.

"I know you're scared."

"I'm not scared," Selena snapped immediately, glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," she muttered, turning away. "Maybe a little."

Damian softened his tone. "Selena… if I had told you earlier, before I had even the tiniest confirmation, what would you have done?"

She hesitated.

He pushed. "Would you have waited for me? Waited for Cassius to plan? Waited for Aria to gather the Senate forces?"

She didn't answer.

"You would've flown straight into enemy hands," Damian said quietly. "Because you love your brother."

Her shoulders sagged just a little.

"And because you care about Alric," he added.

Still no answer.

He stepped closer, carefully. Gently.

"Selena," he said, voice low, "I'm not hiding things from you because I don't trust you. I'm hiding them because I trust you too much."

She blinked, looking up at him.

"If you thought you could save them by giving yourself up, you would," Damian said. "Without thinking. Without backup. Without a damn plan."

Selena opened her mouth to argue—then stopped.

Closed it.

"Maybe," she muttered after a second.

Damian gave her a small smile—tired, but real.

"And I can't let you die for a trap we haven't even fully seen yet."

Selena sniffed once, wiping her eyes quickly. "I wasn't crying," she said fiercely, even though no one had accused her of anything.

"Obviously," Damian said, deadpan.

She glared at him, cheeks pink, then stomped over to the bed and sat down with an annoyed huff. Arms crossed. Wings twitching. Face sulky.

It was adorable.

And dangerous.

He sighed, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor across from her, arms resting on his knees.

"Listen," he said. "We'll get Cedric and Alric back."

"How?" she demanded.

"I don't know yet," he admitted. "But we will."

Selena stared at him for a long moment.

Then, softer, almost a whisper.

"Promise?"

Damian met her gaze without hesitation.

"I promise."

And that was it.

Selena, who had been trying so hard to keep it together—to be the strong, stubborn princess everyone expected—cracked right there. Her lower lip trembled slightly before she pressed her hands over her face and let out a muffled sound that wasn't exactly a sob… but wasn't not a sob either.

Damian froze.

Panic wasn't something he felt often, but it shot straight up his spine.

Shit.

He knew how to kill people.

How to survive suicide missions.

How to manipulate mana fields and trap assassins mid-blink.

But comforting crying girls?

That was apparently above SS-rank difficulty.