Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 161: I Need Power

Warlock Ch 161. I Need Power

Evelyn's fingers lingered on his for a moment longer before she pulled away. Her gaze held his, a mix of worry and quiet determination. "Just don't forget you don't have to deal with it alone."

"I know," he said simply, though his tone carried something that indicated that he was someone who was used to carrying more than his share.

"But yeah," Damian added after a moment, his voice shifting to something more resolute. "First things first… Power. I need it. Aria's already found me," Damian explained, his tone sharp and focused. "Even if she's not entirely sure I'm Kaelan, she's circling close enough to make me nervous. I'm buying time, but it won't last forever."

Evelyn frowned, her worry returning. "You think she'll make a move?"

"I think it's inevitable," Damian said bluntly, draining the last of his tea and setting the cup on the tray. He turned to her with a small, genuine smile. "Thank you for the food. It was delicious."

Evelyn snorted softly, shaking her head. "You ate it without a single expression, but now you say it's delicious?"

Damian chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry."

She picked up the tray, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. "Go take a bath," she said, her voice lighter now. "You've got to head to Cassius' place, right? Training and getting reports from your shadow servant?"

Damian nodded, already shifting to get up. "Yeah."

Evelyn stood, balancing the tray in her hands. "Do you want to request anything for dinner?"

Damian paused, his gaze softening slightly as he thought back. "Dumpling soup," he said after a moment. "You used to make it for me when I was sick in the past. I want it."

Her lips curved into a gentle smile. "Dumpling soup, then. Got it."

With that, she left the room, the faint sound of her footsteps disappearing down the hall. Damian let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before forcing himself to his feet. The lingering memories threatened to pull him back into bed, but he pushed it aside. He had things to do.

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Getting a shower, the hot water was a welcome distraction, soothing the tension in his muscles and clearing his mind. By the time he was dressed and ready, the heaviness in his chest had eased, replaced by a steady determination. He packed his bag with the books, but the moment he lifted it, he grimaced.

"Too damn heavy," he muttered, shaking his head. Without a second thought, he summoned a Shadow Minion, the inky figure materializing at his side. "Here, make yourself useful."

The minion took the bag without complaint. Damian adjusted his cloak and stepped out into the bright morning, his Shadow Minion trailing behind him. The walk to Cassius' place was uneventful, the city bustling with its usual activity. But as he approached the familiar door, he froze.

Aria was there, standing in front of Cassius' door.

Damian's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stepped back, ducking into the shadow of a nearby building. He pressed himself against the wall, his mind racing as he watched her. She looked the same as always—poised, commanding, her presence impossible to ignore. But there was something in her stance, a tension in the way she stood, that made him uneasy.

'What the hell is she doing here?' Damian thought, his eyes narrowing. He hadn't expected to see her again so soon after yesterday, let alone here, at Cassius' doorstep.

She raised her hand to knock but hesitated, her fingers hovering inches from the door. Damian's breath caught as he watched the subtle conflict play out on her face. Was she here for Cassius? Or had she somehow pieced together the truth and come looking for him?

Aria finally knocked, the sound sharp and deliberate. Damian held his breath, his mind already calculating his options. If she went inside, he'd have to wait. But if she stayed outside for too long, she might notice him. Either way, the timing couldn't be worse.

The door opened, and Cassius appeared, his expression as unreadable as ever. Damian's eyes narrowed as he focused on their lips, trying to read their conversation even from a distance. "Aria," he greeted, his tone calm but carrying a faint edge of curiosity. "This is… unexpected."

"I need to speak with you," Aria said, her voice steady but underscored with urgency. Her sharp gaze flicked past Cassius for a brief moment, scanning her surroundings before returning to him.

Cassius leaned casually against the doorframe, his posture relaxed, though Damian—hidden nearby—could sense the subtle shift in his energy. "About?" Cassius asked, his tone light, almost bored, betraying none of the tension Damian himself felt.

"It's about Kaelan," Aria said bluntly, her eyes narrowing. There was no hesitation, no softening in her words. "Or rather… someone who might be him."

Damian's stomach twisted, a cold weight settling in his gut. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay still in the shadows. His heart raced, but his breathing remained measured. 'She's onto me,' he thought grimly, his mind already spinning with contingency plans. 'Damn it.'

Cassius, on the other hand, didn't so much as blink. His expression remained impassive, his tone smooth and controlled. "Interesting," he said, drawing out the word. He stepped back slightly, gesturing for her to enter. "Come in."

Aria hesitated for a split second before stepping inside, her movements deliberate, calculated.

Cassius closed the door behind her with a soft click, his demeanor calm but his posture guarded. Whatever was about to be said, Damian knew it wouldn't stay within those walls.

Hidden in the shadows across the street, Damian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't stay here, not like this. The tension coiled in his chest. The idea of Aria and Cassius talking about him—about Kaelan—behind closed doors made his stomach twist.

He gritted his teeth, his mind racing. 'How long am I supposed to wait? An hour? More? I can't just stand here like some idiot.' His eyes darted to the surrounding streets, looking for a place where he could bide his time without drawing attention. But just as he was about to slip away, something shifted in the shadows around him.