Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 370: Do You Always Have to do That?

Damian stared at him for a beat, then groaned. "Seriously. Do you always have to do that?"

Cassius raised one elegant eyebrow, completely unfazed. "Do what?"

"Sneak in silently and judge my handiwork," Damian grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. "You're worse than Evelyn."

Cassius smirked slightly. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Of course you will," Damian muttered, leaning forward again and taking his cup of rapidly cooling tea off the nearby table. He took a long sip, grimaced at the taste, and sighed heavily. "So? What's your verdict, Master Cassius?"

Cassius glanced around the training hall, eyes narrowing slightly as he took another slow sip of tea. "Hmm. Repairs are adequate…but you missed a few spots."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Come on, Cas, really?"

Cassius ignored his protests, pointing calmly toward a far corner. "There's ash still covering that spot. And over there, the scorch marks on the north wall? Quite obvious."

Damian sighed loudly, exaggeratedly sinking back into the chair. "Fine, fine. Guys?" He waved a hand at the remaining shadow servants. "Clean them up, please?"

The shadows nodded silently and glided off, returning to clean the missed spots quickly and efficiently.

"There," Damian muttered, mock annoyance evident in his tone. "Satisfied, Master Cassius?"

Cassius's lips curved in faint amusement, but his eyes were thoughtful as he studied Damian. "For now, yes."

Silence stretched for a few moments, both men sipping their tea and eyeing the restored hall. Cassius seemed perfectly content with the quiet, but Damian's mind was already racing again, plans and plots tangling in an endless loop.

Cassius eventually broke the silence. "So?"

Damian shot him a sideways glance. "So, what?"

Cassius set his cup down gently. "You trained like a madman today. I can still feel the residual mana lingering in here." His gaze sharpened. "How strong are you now? Strong enough to kick Ralvek's ass yet?"

Damian let out a quiet laugh, half-bitter and half amused. "Honestly? I'm not sure."

Cassius raised a brow, surprised. "You seemed confident earlier."

Damian rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm stronger. A lot stronger, actually. Maybe strong enough to face him directly now, but…that's not how we win this. You know that."

Cassius's expression softened slightly. "Agreed. It's never about raw strength when dealing with snakes like Ralvek."

Damian sighed deeply. "Exactly. Even if I could walk right up to him, challenge him directly, and somehow win—he has layers of protection, friends in high places, resources. We have to take those away first. Cripple him slowly, methodically. Make sure he has nowhere left to hide."

Cassius hummed thoughtfully. "And you're certain you're ready for that?"

Damian hesitated for only a second before nodding firmly. "Yeah. I am. I've seen enough, trained enough. The system has unlocked more than I could've imagined. The skills I have now—they're not just flashy tricks. They're powerful enough to dismantle the network protecting him."

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Cassius leaned forward slightly, folding his hands together. "So? More hunting tonight, then?"

Damian's gaze hardened, resolve settling deeply in his chest. "Yeah. Tonight. We start cutting the heads off the hydra one by one."

Cassius chuckled, leaning back again, relaxed. "Careful. Mythological hydras have a nasty habit of sprouting new heads if you're not quick enough."

Damian snorted softly. "Then we just need to cauterize the wounds fast enough, don't we?"

Cassius's lips twitched in approval. "Exactly."

Damian drained his now lukewarm tea and set the cup aside, his fingers drumming thoughtfully against the armrest. "First targets should probably be his fellow senators covering his experiments. Without political cover, Ralvek will have a tougher time defending himself."

Cassius nodded thoughtfully, swirling the tea in his own cup. "Ralvek's already begun eliminating some of his own allies. Making examples of them, then spinning it to make them scapegoats. Blaming them for leaks or mistakes."

Damian's jaw tightened. "Smart. Ruthless, but smart."

Cassius gave a grim nod. "He's burning bridges before we can cross them. Covering his tracks in blood."

Damian leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes dark with thought. "Actually, we could turn that against him."

Cassius arched an eyebrow, curious. "How so?"

Damian's lips curled into a slight, cold smile. "We make our moves subtle enough to blend with Ralvek's purge. People will assume his fallen allies are simply being targeted by him. He does half our work for us, and if he tries to claim innocence, who'd believe him?"

Cassius chuckled dryly. "Using his own paranoia against him? Clever."

Damian shrugged lightly. "It's practical. He made his bed; we're just helping him lie in it."

Cassius eyed him with newfound respect. "You're thinking like a true politician now, Damian. That should frighten me a little."

Damian grinned humorlessly. "It frightens me, too. But we can't win playing fair."

Cassius raised his teacup slightly. "Then here's to fighting dirty."

Damian grabbed his almost empty cup and raised it, smirking. "And here's to giving Ralvek exactly what he deserves."

The cups clinked together softly, sealing the promise in quiet determination and the faintest hint of dark humor.