Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 251: Back to Haven City

Warlock Ch 251. Back to Haven City

The next morning, the shimmering portal pulsed with energy, casting a soft, eerie glow around the trio. It hummed faintly. Damian stood at the edge, glancing at Evelyn and Cassius, then back at Victoria, who appeared calm, her hands clasped neatly in front of her.

"Well," Damian muttered, stepping forward, "Let's go back to Haven City."

The sensation of stepping through a portal was always jarring. A moment of weightlessness, a fleeting chill, and then the warmth of reality crashing back into him. He was back to Haven City.

"Home sweet home," Damian said, his voice tinged with sarcasm but carrying a note of relief. He blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the sharp contrast between the elegance of Victoria's estate and the peaceful yet chaos of Haven City.

Evelyn smirked, her gaze scanning the familiar streets. "You missed this chaos. Admit it."

"I wouldn't go that far," Damian shot back, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips.

Victoria took a step forward, her sharp eyes surveying the city in disdain. "This place is quaint as always," she said, her tone flat but her expression betraying mild judgment.

"Quaint," Damian repeated with an exaggerated eye roll. "That's one way to describe it."

Cassius adjusted his coat, clearly unbothered by the noise and grime. "Let's get moving before anyone notices us."

They made their way through the crowded streets, weaving between pedestrians and street vendors. The hum of city life was constant.

Evelyn's house came into view after a few blocks. It was a cozy, charmingly cluttered townhouse. Its exterior was softened by ivy creeping along the walls, and the faint glow of magical wards shimmered around the windows.

"Still the same," he said, his voice warm with nostalgia. "Cozy chaos."

Inside, the familiar scent of lavender greeted him, mingling with the faint metallic tang of magic in the air.

Victoria wandered through the house, her expression one of mild curiosity. She paused near the shimmering mirror, her fingers grazing the edge. It pulsed with a soft glow at her touch, reacting to her presence.

"Careful," Damian warned, leaning casually against the doorway. "Evelyn's house bites."

Victoria arched an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement. "Charming."

The trio eventually settled in the living room. Victoria, unsurprisingly, chose the most regal-looking chair, arranging her dress. Damian flopped onto the couch with none of her poise, letting out a satisfied sigh. Evelyn disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with coffee and snacks.

"Royal treatment for me?" Damian said, grabbing a cup and taking a sip. "I could get used to this."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, setting the tray on the table. "You're insufferable."

"I aim to please," Damian replied with a grin.

Victoria's gaze drifted to Damian. "How long do you plan to hide?"

Damian raised an eyebrow, leaning back onto the couch. "Until the world forgets Kaelan," he said with a smirk.

Evelyn gave him a pointed look. "You know that's not going to happen."

"Probably not," Damian admitted, his tone lighter now. "But hey, a guy can dream."

Evelyn glanced at his amulet, her expression turning serious. "The amulet will protect you for now, but it isn't exactly safe. We can't stay hidden forever."

Damian nodded, his gaze lingering on the familiar walls. "I know. But it's nice to pretend for a little while."

"This isn't going to be easy," Evelyn said softly, breaking the silence.

"It never is," Damian replied, his voice steady. "But we'll manage."

Victoria suddenly broke the moment. "Speaking of managing, where is my room?"

Damian blinked, turning his attention to her. "Your room?"

Victoria tilted her head, looking at him as though he'd just asked the most ridiculous question imaginable. "Yes. Surely you don't expect me to sleep on this couch?"

Damian rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, this place only has one bedroom."

Victoria raised an elegant eyebrow. "Only one? That's... quaint."

"Quaint is a generous word for it," Damian muttered under his breath.

"So, we'll share," Victoria said simply, setting her teacup down with an air of finality. "Show me to the room."

Damian exchanged a look with Evelyn, who shrugged, clearly finding amusement in his predicament. Cassius leaned back in his chair, smirking like he had front-row seats to the best show in town.

"Well, alright then," Damian said, standing and motioning for Victoria to follow. He led her up the short hallway to Evelyn's bedroom, pushing the door open with a resigned sigh. "Here it is."

Victoria stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanning the small, cozy space. The bed was neatly made, and the room smelled faintly of lavender. Shelves lined one wall, cluttered with books and magical trinkets.

"Not bad," Victoria said, nodding slightly. "Even though it's a little small."

Damian leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Glad it meets your standards, Your Majesty. But what about your things? You're not exactly traveling light."

Victoria waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry. I'll have my servants deliver some essentials to this house periodically. Discreetly, of course. No one will know I'm living here."

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Damian frowned. "You really thought this through, didn't you?"

Victoria turned to him, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Of course. Did you think I'd come here unprepared?"

Damian shook his head, muttering, "Should've known."

Victoria's gaze softened slightly as she stepped closer. "This arrangement isn't ideal, but it's necessary. I'll make it work."

"Great," Damian said dryly. "Just don't expect a five-star experience."

Victoria chuckled, brushing past him and heading back to the living room. "I'll survive."

Damian stood there for a moment, watching her disappear down the hall, his arms crossed and his thoughts racing. 'This has got to be the most bizarre situation I've ever been in,' he thought. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Wait."

Victoria's steps halted just as she was about to turn into the living room. She turned her head slightly, her elegant profile catching the dim light of the hallway. "Yes?"

Damian approached her, his brow furrowed. "You… seriously? You're going to stay here?"

Victoria fully turned to face him, her expression calm but with a hint of amusement. "Yes."

He gestured vaguely around the house, clearly grasping for words. "I mean… this isn't exactly your style. It's small, cluttered, and—well—lacking in luxury."

Victoria's lips twitched into a small smile. "You may think this is weird."

Damian gave her a pointed look. "That's putting it mildly. What about your food? I mean… you can only drink blood, right?"

Victoria stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She raised a hand and lightly trailed her fingers down the side of his neck, making him tense instinctively. "I've got some right here," she said, her tone playful yet oddly sincere. "Don't worry about it."

Damian stared at her, caught between disbelief and awkward amusement. "Right. Because that's not creepy at all."

Victoria smirked, dropping her hand. "Anyway," she said, her voice softening, "hopefully, we can be a good family, Damian."

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and continued into the living room, leaving him standing there with his mouth slightly open.

"Yup. Hopeful," Damian muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair before following her.