Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 197: Should I Seduce Her?

Warlock Ch 197. Should I Seduce Her?

"And how, exactly, do you plan on getting those?" Evelyn asked, her tone somewhere between skeptical and curious. She was perched on the edge of Cassius's desk, legs crossed and arms folded, watching Damian like a hawk. "You think she's just going to confess everything over tea and cake?" she asked. A frown on her face.

An idea struck Damian out of nowhere. A stupid idea. A reckless idea. But, given his track record, it was exactly the kind of idea he was known for. He sat up straight, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Should I… seduce her?"

The words hung in the air for a second too long.

Cassius turned to face him, his expression a mix of disbelief and exhaustion. "Really?" he said, his tone dripping with judgment. "You're going to pull that move again? Like your usual?"

"Hey, don't knock it," Damian shot back defensively, holding up his hands. "Seduction is a kind of skill, you know. And I happen to be very good at it."

Cassius pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about 'idiotic warlocks' under his breath.

Evelyn, surprisingly, didn't immediately shut him down. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her sharp eyes narrowing. "But will she say it?"

Damian blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, you're not complaining about this?"

Evelyn shrugged, leaning back a little. "Why would I? Let's be real here, Kaelan seduced a lot of women before. You've got the skills—may as well use them."

"Thank you!" Damian pointed at her, shooting Cassius a smug look. "See? Even Evelyn gets it."

Cassius threw up his hands in surrender. "You two are impossible." He glared at Damian. "But for the record, if this fails—which it probably will—I'm not cleaning up the mess."

Damian grinned, already feeling his confidence spike. "Relax, Cas. It's not like I'm going in blind. I've got the charm, the smile—hell, even the mysterious past thing going for me. I'm basically irresistible."

Evelyn snorted. "Don't forget the massive ego."

"Confidence, Evelyn," Damian corrected, wagging a finger at her. "It's called confidence."

Cassius rubbed his temples, clearly regretting all his life choices that had led to this moment. "So, your plan," he said dryly, "is to flirt your way into uncovering the truth about Victoria's past? About her husband? About whatever she's hiding?"

"Pretty much," Damian replied with a shrug. "It's not like we're making much progress by playing it safe. She won't spill the truth willingly, but if I can get close enough—earn her trust, charm her a little—she might let something slip."

Cassius stared at him for a long moment, as if debating whether or not to smack him upside the head. "This is reckless," he finally said.

"Yeah," Damian admitted with a grin. "But it's also brilliant."

Evelyn rolled her eyes but didn't argue. "Fine. Do whatever you want. Just don't get yourself killed."

Damian's grin widened. "Come on, it's me. When have I ever let you down?"

Evelyn stared at him flatly. "Do you want the short list or the long one?"

Cassius let out a tired sigh. "Let's just hope you know what you're doing. If Victoria catches onto you, this whole thing will blow up in our faces."

"She won't," Damian said confidently. "Trust me. I've got this."

Cassius didn't look convinced. In fact, he looked downright exhausted by the entire idea. "Fine. Tell me the plan, then," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the window frame. "How are you going to approach her? When? We need to move at dusk—it's only a few hours away."

Damian paused at that, his smug grin faltering just a bit. He hadn't actually thought that far ahead yet. He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling like it might have answers. "Uh…"

Cassius raised a brow, unimpressed. "You do have a plan, right? Or are you just winging it again?"

"Hey!" Damian shot back, pointing a finger at him. "Winging it is a plan. It's just more… fluid plan."

"Spoken like someone who's never prepared for anything," Cassius muttered under his breath.

Damian waved him off. "Look, I'll keep it simple. I guess I'll move now."

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"Now?" Evelyn said sharply, her arms crossing over her chest. She gave him that look she always gave when she thought he was being an idiot—half annoyed, half 'I'm going to strangle you.' "You just came up with this genius plan, and you're going to jump right into it?"

Damian shrugged. "Why not? The longer I wait, the more suspicious it'll look. I'm an apprentice, remember? That gives me the perfect excuse. I can pretend I need to talk to her about something 'important'—magic stuff or whatever. I'll just ease into the conversation, maybe throw in a little charm, and see where it goes."

Cassius rubbed his temples. "Right. Because 'magic stuff' is a great cover story."

Evelyn tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at Damian. "You're planning to do this in her study room?"

"Yup." Damian flashed her his signature grin. "Victoria's predictable. She's probably holed up in there, reading reports or plotting her next move. It's perfect. No guards. No distractions. And if she tries to give me the cold shoulder…" He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Well, I can tease her anywhere."

Evelyn groaned, muttering under her breath, "You're impossible."

"Efficient, actually," Damian corrected, his tone far too smug for anyone's comfort.

Cassius sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Just don't mess this up," he said, fixing Damian with a pointed look.

"Relax," Damian said, standing up and stretching. "You two worry too much. This'll go smoothly. Besides…" He shot them both a wink. "How could she resist?"

Evelyn looked like she was about to throw something at him. "Get out of here before I change my mind and knock you unconscious myself."

Cassius didn't say anything, but the glare he shot Damian spoke volumes.