Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 165: I’m Not Laughing

Warlock Ch 165. I'm Not Laughing

Her thunder sphere hovered dangerously close to his chest, the energy humming with barely-contained power. Damian flinched, his hands raised in a defensive posture, but he forced himself to hold back. He couldn't use any high-level skills, couldn't do anything that would give him away. All he could do was react like a novice—and hope she bought it.

Aria's gaze bore into his, searching for something. Then, as abruptly as she'd attacked, she pulled back slightly, the sphere of thunder still crackling in her hand. "Your reflexes are not bad," she said, her tone begrudgingly approving. "You have potential. But your skills are weak. Barely passable."

Damian resisted the urge to roll his eyes, focusing instead on keeping his breathing steady. "T-Thanks, I guess?" he muttered.

Cassius, still seated and leisurely sipping his tea as if nothing had happened, raised an eyebrow. "Satisfied now, Aria?" he asked, his tone dripping with amusement. "Can you let him go, or do you need to break more of my furniture?"

Aria didn't lower her thunder sphere, her gaze still fixed on Damian. "I will," she said, her voice calm but edged with suspicion. "But first…" She glanced down, her expression shifting slightly. "Can you cancel your skill?"

Damian followed her gaze and froze. The floor beneath her feet had darkened, the polished wood giving way to a swirling pool of shadows. Tendrils of darkness writhed and reached upward, brushing against the edges of her boots like they were testing her resolve, ready to drag her to the abyss.

Cassius leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning as he set his cup down. "Ladies first," he said smoothly.

Aria's lips thinned, her expression hardening as she glared at him. "This isn't funny, Cassius."

"Oh, I'm not laughing," he replied, though the glint in his eyes suggested otherwise. "But you did invade my home, trigger your own barrier, and attack my apprentice without warning. Consider this… insurance."

Aria glanced back at Damian, her thunder sphere still hovering ominously close. "I never thought you would go this far," she said sharply.

Cassius shrugged, his tone light. "Perhaps if you'd asked instead of lunging at him like a maniac, we could've had a proper conversation."

Damian bit back a laugh, though his nerves were still buzzing from the encounter. He felt the shadows beneath Aria respond to Cassius' words, the tendrils growing more insistent as they brushed against her. The air in the room seemed to grow colder, heavier.

"Fine," Aria said finally, dissipating the thunder sphere with a flick of her wrist. She stepped back, her movements deliberate as she extricated herself from the reach of the shadows. "You win this round, Cassius."

The moment she withdrew, the shadows receded, vanishing as quickly as they had appeared. The tension in the room eased slightly, though the undercurrent of hostility remained.

Cassius gestured toward a nearby chair, his smirk unrelenting. "Care to sit and discuss this like civilized people now?"

Aria ignored him, her attention shifting back to Damian. "You're lucky," she said, her tone clipped. "Most apprentices wouldn't have reacted that quickly. But don't let that go to your head. You still have a long way to go."

"N-Noted, ma'am," Damian replied in a fake stammering voice.

Cassius clapped his hands lightly, breaking the tension. "Well, now that we've established my apprentice isn't a secret Kaelan clone, can we move on?"

Aria gave him a withering look but said nothing. Instead, she turned on her heel and headed for the door. "This isn't over," she said over her shoulder.

"It never is," Cassius replied, his tone bordering on sing-song.

Once the door closed behind her, Damian let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. "Finally," he muttered, slumping into the nearest chair like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Cassius smirked, his casual demeanor back in full force as he leaned against the table. "You can stop pretending now," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Seeing you all stammering and meekly disgusts me."

Damian huffed, narrowing his eyes at the warlock. "I'm disgusted too, but hey, you're the one who asked me to play the part. I just followed your orders."

Cassius chuckled, pouring himself another cup of tea. "Fair enough."

Damian glanced at the door, his fingers drumming against the armrest of the chair. "This is going to be a long game," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Cassius sighed, leaning back. "Yeah. Let's just hope she buys your act."

"You think she will?" Damian asked, his gaze flicking to Cassius. There was a genuine unease in his tone.

Cassius shrugged, his expression unreadable. "What do you think? Isn't she like… a sister to you?"

Damian's lips pressed into a thin line. "She was. In the past. Now? I don't know. I hope she does, but I'm not holding my breath."

"Well," Cassius said, setting his cup down with a soft clink, "we'll find out soon enough. But for now, shall we get back to our business?"

"Yeah," Damian said, straightening in his chair. He shifted his focus. "Let's get this over with."

Cassius snapped his fingers, and the shadows in the room stirred. One by one, shadow servants emerged from the corners of the room. The energy in the air shifted. One of the servants was Damian's.

"They're back," Cassius said, his tone neutral but his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Let's see what they've got for us."

The shadow servants gathered before them. Damian's servant stepped forward first, bowing slightly before speaking. "The rebellion is real."

Damian's stomach tightened, though he kept his expression calm. "Details," he said, his tone sharper than he intended.

The shadow inclined its head. "Varak Bloodshade has indeed rallied forces. Vampires and other rogue factions have aligned with him, their numbers growing steadily. His promises of power and freedom from traditional rules have gained traction among the disillusioned."

Damian leaned forward, his brows furrowing. "And Victoria? Did she exaggerate the threat?"

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"No," the shadow said, its tone unyielding. "If anything, she downplayed it. Varak is indeed dangerous and he was once her general."