Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 189: A Betrayal or A Choice
Warlock Ch 189. A Betrayal or A Choice
He rubbed his temples, frustration bubbling up inside him. The questions gnawed at his mind like a pack of hungry wolves. Had he been the one to wound her? Could he really have killed her husband?
Damian shivered, the thought sending a chill down his spine. He didn't want to believe it, but the pieces weren't adding up in his favor. If he had killed her husband, then why? What had led him to that moment? Was it a fight? A betrayal? A choice?
And the biggest question of all: why had Victoria survived?
"If I wanted her dead, why didn't I finish it?" he muttered to himself, pacing the length of his room. The silence felt oppressive, like the walls themselves were closing in. He stopped mid-step, his hands clenching into fists. "No. I can't just sit here and stew on this. I need answers."
The decision hit him like a bolt of lightning. He had to talk to her. There was no other way to unravel this mess.
Without wasting another second, Damian grabbed his coat and headed out the door. The cool air of the corridor hit him, and for a moment, he stood there, grounding himself. Then, with purpose in his stride, he began walking.
As he rounded a corner, he spotted a servant carrying a tray of wine glasses. The servant froze when he saw Damian, bowing slightly. "My lord, is there something you require?"
"Yeah," Damian said, trying to sound casual despite the storm raging in his head. "Where's Victoria? I need to speak with her."
The servant hesitated, his hands tightening on the tray. "Lady Victoria is in her study, sir, but she's currently—"
"I didn't ask if she was busy," Damian cut in, his voice sharper than he intended. He softened it with a sigh. "Sorry. Just… can you take me to her?"
The servant looked uncertain but eventually nodded. "As you wish. Please, follow me."
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Damian fell into step behind him, his thoughts churning once again. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and dread. What was he even going to say to her? 'Hey, by the way, did I try to kill you?' Yeah, that'd go over great.
The servant led him down a series of hallways, each one more ornate than the last. Finally, they stopped in front of a set of heavy double doors guarded by two imposing vampires in dark armor. Their expressions were blank, but their crimson eyes seemed to bore into Damian as he approached.
The servant bowed to the guards. "This gentleman wishes to see Lady Victoria."
One of the guards held up a hand, his voice a low rumble. "Lady Victoria is currently in a meeting. You'll have to wait."
Damian frowned, glancing at the doors. He could hear faint voices inside but couldn't make out the words. "How long is this going to take?"
The guard didn't answer, his gaze steady and unmoving.
With a sigh, Damian stepped back, leaning against the wall. The servant gave him an apologetic glance before scurrying off, leaving him alone with the guards.
Minutes ticked by. Damian crossed his arms, his foot tapping impatiently against the polished floor. Just as he was about to lose his patience, the doors creaked open.
A noble vampire stepped out, his presence commanding and sharp as a blade. He was tall and impeccably dressed, his dark hair slicked back, and his crimson eyes held a glint of superiority. An assistant trailed behind him, carrying a stack of documents.
The noble's gaze flicked to Damian for a brief moment, his expression one of mild disdain, as if Damian were nothing more than a speck of dust in his world. Without a word, the vampire strode past, his assistant hurrying to keep up.
"Charming," Damian muttered under his breath, watching them disappear down the corridor.
One of the guards finally stepped aside, gesturing to the now-open doors. "You may enter."
Damian took a steadying breath before stepping inside. The study was exactly what he expected—grand, ornate, and suffused with an air of authority. Victoria sat at a massive desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and books. Her crimson cloak draped over the back of her chair, and her piercing eyes locked onto him the moment he entered.
"Damian," she said, her voice smooth but edged with curiosity. "This is unexpected."
He hesitated for a moment, standing awkwardly near the door. Then he forced himself to move, taking a few steps closer. "We need to talk."
Victoria arched an elegant brow. "About?"
He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "About the throne room. About… what happened that night of tragedy."
Her expression didn't change, but her eyes seemed to sharpen, like a predator assessing its prey. "And why, pray tell, is that on your mind?" Victoria asked, her tone smooth, each word deliberate.
Damian hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture of feigned awkwardness. He needed to play this right, and if there was one thing he'd learned, it was that Victoria could read people like an open book. "I was just curious," he said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Nothing more."
"Curious?" she repeated, a faint smirk curling her lips. "You expect me to believe you came all this way, barged into my study, simply because of… curiosity?"
Damian laughed nervously. "Well, yeah. I mean, you gotta admit, the throne room has a vibe. That oppressive aura? It's like the walls themselves are holding onto something. And then Henry mentioned 'The Evil One.' That didn't exactly help me rest."
Victoria leaned back in her chair, her smirk widening. "Just because of that?" she asked, her tone dripping with amusement. "Or did Cassius send you here? Or…" She paused, tilting her head. "Perhaps he didn't tell you anything at all about 'The Evil One?'"
Damian put on his best wide-eyed, innocent act. "You know I'm just a newbie warlock," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Master Cassius… well, let's just say he's strict about the training and all. But he's not exactly the chatty type. Rarely gives me updates about this magic world. Half the time, I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark."
