Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 332: Overstayed

Warlock Ch 332. Overstayed

Damian leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "You say that like she's overstayed her welcome."

Aria finally shifted her attention to him. "It's rare for a vampire queen to linger outside her domain for this long. It draws attention."

Victoria chuckled, taking a slow sip from her glass before placing it down with deliberate ease. "Ah, but I do enjoy making people nervous."

Evelyn smirked. "You do have a talent for that."

Cassius, still standing near the window, crossed his arms. "Enough with the small talk." His gaze flickered to Aria, sharp and unreadable. "You're here for a reason. Speak."

Aria barely acknowledged him.

Instead, she looked only at Damian.

"I'll speak with him."

Cassius didn't react immediately. He let the silence stretch for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk forming.

"I see."

Damian exhaled. "So much for being my mentor, huh?"

Cassius chuckled, clearly unbothered. "Oh, I'm not insulted. I prefer to sit back and watch." His eyes gleamed. "This should be entertaining."

Damian sighed dramatically. "Great. Love that for me."

Aria crossed her arms. "If you're done stalling, we need to talk."

Damian ran a hand through his hair before gesturing to the chair across from him. "Alright, alright. Let's hear it. Please sit, Lady Aria."

Aria hesitated for half a second before finally moving forward, sitting with the kind of precision that said she was in control.

Or at least, she wanted to be.

Evelyn tilted her head slightly, still watching, but said nothing.

Victoria leaned back, amused.

Cassius stayed exactly where he was, looking far too entertained.

Damian exhaled. "Alright. What do you want to talk about?"

Aria didn't hesitate. Her gaze was sharp, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable.

"The first thing you need to know," she said, voice steady but edged with something heavier. "Edward is dead."

"Wait." Damian frowned, sitting up slightly. "Who's Edward?"

Aria's eyes flickered with something like impatience. "The battle mage who survived the last exam."

Damian's stomach sank.

'Shit.'

"The one who gave his testimony?" His voice was tight.

Aria nodded. "Him. Along with his friends."

Damian's jaw clenched. "But… didn't I already—"

"Warn him?" Aria cut him off, her voice cool. "Yes. You did. But it didn't matter."

A cold, sinking feeling spread through Damian's chest.

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Aria continued, her voice flat, clinical. "He was living with his colleagues from the Magic Academy. Three Rank A's. Two Rank B's. One of them was a healer."

Damian's fingers curled against his knee. Those were strong mages. They weren't newbies. They weren't helpless. They should have been able to fight back.

Aria's gaze didn't waver. "Alric found them dead after the fae finally received permission to take them to a refuge for protection."

Damian exhaled, muttering under his breath. "Shit… They're fast."

Cassius leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed. "Of course they are." His eyes gleamed, but his smirk was nowhere to be found. "Loose ends don't stay loose for long."

Aria turned to him. "And what about you?"

Cassius tilted his head slightly, unimpressed. "What about me?"

"Any attacks?"

Cassius chuckled. "A lot." He gestured vaguely. "Not to mention the spies. They're everywhere."

Evelyn, who had been silent, finally spoke. "They tried to attack my house, too."

Aria's gaze flickered to her. "And?"

Evelyn scoffed. "They failed." She flexed her fingers, the rune on her palm faintly glowing. "I have strong barriers. They didn't even make it past the front gate."

Damian turned to her, watching the way her fingers tightened slightly. She wasn't just irritated. There was something deeper there.

Then she spoke again, softer this time.

"The house is precious to me."

Damian's breath hitched slightly. He knew why.

That house wasn't built to be a fortress. It wasn't meant to be a stronghold like Cassius' estate. It was meant to be home. It was meant to be a warm place. It was a house Kaelan had built. A house meant for him and Evelyn. A house that was never supposed to be tainted by war, by assassins, by corruption.

Damian didn't say anything.

Because what could he say?

Aria was watching closely, but if she had noticed the shift in atmosphere, she didn't comment on it. Instead, she refocused. "So…" she exhaled. "They also attacked this place."

Cassius smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes. "Oh, many times," he murmured. "But I do love a good pest control exercise."

Damian leaned back, fingers drumming against the armrest. "They're not backing down."

Aria's expression didn't change. "No."

Evelyn huffed, tilting her head. "Then what's next?"

Silence.

Aria's lips pressed together, her shoulders stiffening slightly. It was subtle. Almost unnoticeable. But Damian saw it.

That split second hesitation before she spoke. The way her fingers twitched slightly before she clenched them into a fist.

Something was wrong.

And she was deciding how much to tell them.

"We're trying to fix this," she finally said, voice steady but clipped. "The situation is... complicated."

Damian exhaled, leaning back into his chair, arms crossed. "Right… I assume you want me to keep hiding here for a while?"

Aria met his gaze without flinching. "It's the best choice for now."

Damian scoffed, shaking his head. "Of course it is."

"You have a lot of SSS-rank magic users with you," she continued, gesturing slightly toward Cassius, Victoria, and Evelyn. "They should be able to protect you."

Damian ran a hand through his hair. "I can't keep hiding forever."

Aria's expression didn't change. "Not forever. But you will need it for now."

There was something final in her tone. Something unchallenged. But Damian wasn't buying it. Not without answers.

"Alright," he sighed, rubbing his temples. "Since you're here, I need some honesty from you." He lifted his gaze, pinning her with a look. "Are the senators involved?"

The air in the room shifted. Cassius, Evelyn, and Victoria all went silent.

Aria inhaled slowly, carefully. "That's not something I can—"

"No bullshit," Damian cut her off. "Are they involved?"

Aria's eyes locked onto his, unblinking. "They know something," she admitted. "But involvement?" A pause. "That depends on your definition."