Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 339: Weak Testimony

Warlock Ch 339. Weak Testimony

Cassius whistled. "So, they wanted her testimony to look weak?"

The shadow bowed slightly. "It would have made things easier to discredit."

Damian exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "And now?"

Another shadow spoke up. "The political factions are split. Some senators are supporting her to save face—but others?" A pause. "They see her as a problem."

Cassius's grin sharpened. "Meaning?"

The shadow's voice was steady. "There will likely be another attempt."

Damian's jaw tightened.

Cassius set his cup down, exhaling. "Well, well." He turned to Damian, eyes gleaming. "Looks like we're not done playing defense."

Damian clicked his tongue. "Fucking great."

Cassius chuckled. "Come now, Kaelan—"

Damian shot him a sharp glare.

Cassius grinned. "Oops. I mean, Damian."

The bastard did that on purpose.

Damian scowled but said nothing. Instead, he turned back to the shadows.

"Any movement from Ralvek?"

Another silence followed.

Finally, one of the servants hesitated.

"…We believe he is watching from the sidelines."

Damian's fingers curled against the table.

Cassius hummed. "Smart."

Damian exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. "Yeah. Too smart."

Ralvek was just waiting, playing the long game while the rest of the political scene burned. The bastard was watching from the sidelines, letting the senators, the Sanctum, and the fae royalty tear each other apart. No doubt waiting for the perfect moment to step in like a hero.

'Smart.'

And fucking annoying.

Damian tapped his fingers idly against the table before finally speaking.

"Any other things?" His voice was even, but his eyes were sharp as they flicked toward the shadow servants. "Prince Cedric, Alric… anything? Or maybe… did they bring up what happened to that battle mage?"

Cassius lifted his cup and took a slow sip.

Then, with a sigh, he murmured, "Edward."

Damian blinked.

Cassius swirled the remaining tea in his cup, eyes unreadable. "His name was Edward."

A flicker of guilt tightened in Damian's chest. "…Yeah." His fingers curled slightly. "Poor Edward." He exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. "Damn it… they couldn't even save him."

One of the servants straightened. "He was mentioned," they confirmed. "Prince Cedric personally ensured his name was brought up during the trial."

Damian clenched his jaw. "And?"

The servant hesitated. "The official report states that Edward and his colleagues were assassinated after leaving the Sanctum." A pause again. "It was ruled an unfortunate coincidence."

Damian exhaled slowly.

Cassius smirked. "Coincidence, huh?"

Damian's fingers curled against the armrest of his chair. "That's bullshit and they know it."

The servant nodded. "Yes. However, without direct evidence linking it to a political figure, the trial did not push further."

Damian let out a slow, steady breath.

So, that was it.

Edward—who had survived the nightmare of the exam, who had barely made it out alive, only to be silenced before he could fully speak.

Cassius hummed. "Prince Cedric was displeased, of course."

Damian snorted. "I bet he was."

The servant continued, "He attempted to press the issue, but was met with resistance from the more conservative senators. They insisted that while Edward's death was tragic, the trial must focus on what happened within the Sanctum itself."

Damian's jaw tightened. "Convenient for them."

Cassius tilted his head. "Very."

Damian exhaled sharply, leaning back. "And Alric?"

The servant's voice remained steady. "He has been investigating separately."

Cassius quirked a brow. "Oh?"

The servant nodded. "Prince Cedric ordered him to dig deeper. Though officially, Alric has no authority to interrogate the senators, he has been gathering statements from other audiences and independent magic guilds. He is looking for something concrete."

Damian exhaled through his nose.

If Alric was doing this, it meant Cedric wasn't done pushing yet.

Good.

Cassius smirked, watching Damian. "And? How does that make you feel?"

Damian shot him a look. "What kind of question is that?"

Cassius laughed. "A fair one." He leaned back in his chair. "You're sitting here, drinking tea like a noble, but I know that mind of yours is running a mile a minute."

Damian scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. "Of course it is."

Cassius sipped his tea again. "And what, pray tell, is it whispering to you?"

Damian exhaled, fingers tapping against the table. "That we're not done yet."

Cassius grinned. "Oh, obviously."

Damian frowned slightly. "We expected pushback. We knew they'd try to bury things, that some names would slip away while others got sacrificed to make the public happy."

He inhaled.

"But Edward… they really got rid of him like he was nothing."

His voice was quieter now.

Because it didn't sit right with him.

It didn't sit right at all.

Cassius hummed. "Because it wasn't just about killing him."

Damian's gaze flickered toward him.

Cassius smiled lazily. "They made an example out of him."

Damian clenched his jaw.

Because he wasn't wrong.

Edward's death wasn't just to silence him. It was a warning to anyone else who might think about speaking up.

Cassius stretched. "Which means we should make them nervous."

Damian narrowed his eyes. "How?"

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Cassius smirked. "We keep digging. We make sure they regret laying a hand on Edward."

A slow breath left Damian's lips. His lips curled into a sharp grin.

"Oh," he murmured. "I like the sound of that."

Damian leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the armrest, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his lips. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken intent. They had spent the last month watching from the shadows, letting the game unfold on its own. But now?

Now, it was time to play their hand.

"How about we make our move now?" Damian asked, eyes flickering with a dangerous glint. "What everyone else knows is that we're waiting—sitting tight, hiding behind Cassius's magic fortress, licking our wounds. So why don't we flip the script?"

Cassius let out a low chuckle, setting his teacup down with an amused clink. "That," he mused, "depends entirely on Victoria and Evelyn." He smirked. "If they manage to make our doubles, then yes—we make our move soon." He stretched lazily, eyes gleaming. "We can begin our hunt while maintaining an airtight alibi."