Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 65. Where is He?

Cassius stood still, his face unreadable. Damian knew exactly what she meant. So did Cassius.

Damian was certain—Victoria was talking about him. The power she was describing, the one awakening in Haven City, had to be him. But somehow, despite the realization, he managed to keep his expression neutral. Inside, his mind raced, but on the outside, he did his best to remain calm.

Cassius, however, kept his usual cool. His face betrayed nothing as he stared at Victoria, his tone casual. "Really?" he said, almost as if he were bored. "Why don't I feel anything?"

Victoria's eyes sparkled with amusement, and a smirk tugged at her lips. She took a step closer, her movements slow and deliberate. "Oh, Cassius, don't lie to me," she purred, her voice dripping with playful malice.

To Damian's shock, Victoria closed the distance between her and Cassius, leaning in so close they were nearly face-to-face. Her crimson eyes locked onto Cassius's, searching his expression with an intensity that made Damian's stomach tighten. He had never seen anyone dare to get so close to that grumpy warlock. But this powerful vampire seemed to enjoy pushing boundaries. It was like watching a lioness toy with a predator of equal stature.

Cassius didn't flinch. His expression remained as neutral as ever. Yet… It was like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.

Victoria's smirk deepened, her fangs flashing for a brief moment as she whispered, "I'm sure you can feel it. That power… it's unmistakable. Of all people, you should have sensed it first. Now, tell me—" Her voice lowered to a seductive drawl, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "—where is he?"

Damian's heart pounded in his chest. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. This was bad. If she figured it out—if she knew it was him—things would go south fast. But he couldn't run. If he so much as moved or gave anything away, Victoria would know instantly.

'Stay calm. Don't give her anything,' Damian thought to himself, though every muscle in his body screamed for him to bolt.

Cassius, to Damian's relief, simply smirked, leaning back slightly as if unfazed by Victoria's bold approach. "Don't talk nonsense, Victoria. There's no one here worth your attention."

Victoria's expression didn't falter, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "You better tell me," she pressed, her tone hardening. "He's better off with me than with any other vampires. If he falls into the wrong hands..." She trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Damian felt his stomach drop. He could practically see himself in her clutches, drained of his magic—or worse his blood, used as some sort of twisted magical battery. His mind conjured images of Victoria feeding off him night after night until he was nothing but a hollowed-out shell.

'How about not with anyone?' Damian thought, his heart racing.

Cassius didn't budge. He crossed his arms, his gaze locked onto Victoria's, his voice cold. "I told you, there's no one here of interest to you. Now, if that's all, you can leave."

Victoria's smile faltered for the first time, a flicker of frustration crossing her face. She glanced back at Damian, her crimson eyes narrowing as if she were sizing him up once more. Damian felt a cold sweat break out across his skin, but he held her gaze, doing his best not to flinch under her scrutiny.

For what felt like an eternity, the room was filled with tension. It was so thick and suffocating. Victoria's eyes darted back and forth between Cassius and Damian, as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle that wasn't quite fitting. Finally, she stepped back, her smirk returning, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"Very well," she said, her voice silky once more. "But don't think this is the end. The vampire faction is keeping a close watch on things. If there's any sign of that power, we'll know." She gave Damian one last lingering glance before turning on her heel. "And when we do, I'll be back."

With that, she sauntered toward the door.

Damian let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His legs felt weak, and he had to steady himself against the nearby wall. "That was… intense."

Cassius turned to Damian and pressed a finger to his lips, a clear command for silence. Damian clamped his mouth shut, not daring to utter a word. Cassius was clearly on high alert.

Without saying another word, Cassius opened his palm, summoning something. A dark, gelatinous blob began to form, bubbling and twisting until it solidified into a creature—a slime-like monster. Its shape was ever-shifting, rippling as if made of liquid shadow, with faint red glows pulsing from within its core. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Cleaner

HP: 5,000/5,000

MP: 300/300

Skills: [Divide], [Corrosive Gel], [Mana Absorb]

Weakness: Ice-based magic

The creature looked deceptively harmless, but Damian knew better. Anything at that level was far beyond his current strength, and the fact that Cassius had summoned it without a second thought spoke volumes.

"Clean the room," Cassius muttered under his breath, giving the creature its command.

The slime-like monster immediately responded, its dark form splitting rapidly into smaller versions of itself, each one no larger than a fist. In a matter of seconds, the cleaner had divided into over a dozen tiny slimes, scattering around the room like liquid shadows.

Damian watched, his frown deepening, unsure of what Cassius was searching for. The little slimes slithered along the walls, the floor, the ceiling—covering every corner of the room as if they were scanning for something hidden.

A few seconds later, Damian got his answer.

The cleaner suddenly surged toward the chandelier, its slimy form crawling up the chains that held the light fixture in place. Two small, shadowy figures darted out from behind it—tiny baby bats, barely visible against the dark ceiling. They flapped their wings frantically, trying to escape, but the cleaner was faster.

Baby Bat

HP: 10/10

MP: 5/5

Weakness: None