Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 183: Do You Think I’m That Weak?

Warlock Ch 183. Do You Think I'm That Weak?

Evelyn nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That rank is also a shield. People respect Rank A warlocks. They'll think twice before challenging you. I know it's unofficial, but… that doesn't mean they can't feel that you're different from the others. Even though the amulet covers it up, your power display will be different."

"True," Damian replied, leaning back in his chair. He tapped his fingers lightly against the edge of the table, his eyes distant. "I can only hope the amulet can cover my power longer."

He paused, then smirked, lifting the amulet from around his neck as if to inspect it before biting into a dumpling instead. "Oh right," he added between bites, his tone casual. "I forgot to mention—Aria was just at Cassius's place."

Evelyn froze mid-sip of her tea, her face darkening. "What?" Her voice was sharp, a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What did she say?"

Damian didn't miss the way her grip on the teacup tightened. He raised an eyebrow but continued nonchalantly. "She suspected me. Like usual. You know how she is. She even tested me—threw a little thunder magic my way to see how I'd react. Luckily, I could act well. You know me." He grinned, though the conversation was anything but light.

Evelyn's frown deepened, her face sour. "This is bad."

"Yeah, bad," Damian agreed, popping another dumpling into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "But… the mission Victoria offered? It could take me out of Aria's picture for a while. She knows Kaelan had issues with Victoria in the past, so she probably won't think I'm digging into that problem instead of… you know… being me. I guess this is a win-win solution, then?"

Evelyn didn't look convinced. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, her lips pressing into a thin line before she finally exhaled, a sharp huff of frustration. "I guess this is kinda a win-win solution. I know how stubborn she is."

Damian watched her carefully, his playful smirk fading as a more serious expression took over. "Has she ever visited you before? I mean, before all this? Before… you found me again, or maybe before I found you again?"

Evelyn's gaze faltered, and for a moment, she hesitated. She looked as if she was weighing her words, debating how much to say. Finally, she nodded, but it was reluctant—an acknowledgment she didn't seem happy to give. "She came to me a few times."

Damian's brows furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly. The humor in his tone was gone, replaced by quiet intensity. "What did she do to you?" His voice was low but firm. "Did she hurt you?"

"No," Evelyn said quickly, her tone defensive. Her chin tilted up slightly, her usual fiery resolve returning. "Do you think I'm that weak?"

Damian didn't back down. He studied her carefully, noting the slight tension in her jaw and the flicker of something—anger? pain?—in her eyes. "I'm not saying you're weak. I'm saying Aria is relentless. If she wanted something from you, she wouldn't stop until she got it."

Evelyn's expression softened, but only slightly. She looked away, her gaze fixed on a distant point, as if the memory of Aria's visits was something she'd rather bury. "She didn't hurt me," she repeated, her voice quieter now. "But she wasn't exactly kind, either. She wanted answers—wanted to know if I'd been in contact with you or if I had any idea where you were. I told her the truth: I didn't know. She didn't believe me, of course."

Damian's jaw tightened, and a flicker of anger sparked in his chest. "Of course, she didn't. She thinks everyone's hiding something from her."

Evelyn nodded. "Exactly. But after a while, she stopped coming around. I think she finally believed I didn't know anything. Or maybe she just got tired of asking."

"Still," Damian muttered, his tone darkening. "She had no right to bother you like that."

Evelyn's gaze snapped back to him, and her lips curved into a faint, sardonic smile. "She had every right, Damian. Or should I say Kaelan? You were a wanted man, remember? People were hunting you. She was just doing her job."

Damian leaned back, crossing his arms. "Her job or her obsession?"

Evelyn didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took a slow sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving his. "Maybe both," she said finally. "But what matters now is that you're back, and we're in this together. We'll deal with her, Victoria, Varak—whoever stands in the way. But we have to be smart about it."

Damian sighed, nodding. "You're right." He pushed his plate away slightly, his appetite fading under the conversation. "I just… I don't want the past repeating itself. I don't want to put you or Cassius through that again."

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. "Good," she said after a moment, her voice steady. "You have that kind of mindset now, not the all-mighty warlock who thinks he can solve all the problems on his own."

He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "So, you prefer me like this? A little less god complex, a little more human?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation, leaning forward. Her hand reached across the table, her fingers brushing against his. "Because this version of you—Damian, not Kaelan—knows how to listen, how to rely on others. It makes you stronger, not weaker."

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Her touch was warm, grounding, and for a moment, Damian just looked at her. He saw the fierce determination in her eyes, the same spark that had drawn him to her in the first place. Evelyn wasn't just someone standing by his side; she was his anchor, the person who had seen him at his worst and still believed in him.

"I guess that's a good thing then," he said, his voice softer. "Having someone who can keep me in check."

She smiled faintly, her hand tightening around his for a brief moment before pulling away. "You're learning. Slowly, but you're getting there."

Damian chuckled, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. "Hey, give me some credit. I've been through a lot of character development lately."

"Character development?" Evelyn repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling it now?"