Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 240: Play Along The Game

Warlock Ch 240. Play Along The Game

Evelyn glanced at Cassius, then back at Damian. "So, what do we do now?"

"We go to the celebration," Damian said. "Play along, make nice, and let Victoria do her thing. The more we cooperate, the better our chances are of staying under the radar."

Cassius shrugged, clearly already on board. "Fine by me. Free food, fancy drinks, and maybe some fun afterward? Sounds like a decent plan."

Evelyn sighed but didn't argue. "Alright. But if this turns into another one of those situations where we almost get killed, we have to run."

Damian chuckled softly, leaning back on the bed and letting out a long breath. "Yeah, if things go south, I'm with you. I'm done playing hero for a while."

Evelyn sat beside him, giving him a sidelong glance. "I hope it doesn't come to that. We've done enough for now. We deserve some peace."

"Agreed," Damian said, his tone lighter than before. "But knowing our luck, peace is probably asking for too much."

She smiled faintly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm glad your memory is coming back, though. It feels… reassuring, like things are finally starting to make sense."

Damian turned to her, his eyes softening slightly. "Yeah, me too. And I figured something else out."

Evelyn tilted her head, curious. "What?"

"The reason for my rebirth," Damian said, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. "It wasn't some accident or some divine intervention. It was me. I… sacrificed myself to create that artifact. To seal the Demon King's soul and end the cycle."

Evelyn's eyes widened slightly. "You… did that to yourself?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I guess I was that desperate. I didn't see any other way. And now, here I am, stuck with immortality and piecing together what's left of my old life."

Evelyn didn't say anything right away. Instead, she reached over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and comforting. "You did what you had to do, Damian. You saved a lot of people by doing that."

Damian let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, saved people, cursed myself. Classic Kaelan move, right?"

She smiled gently, leaning in a little closer. "You're not alone anymore. You've got us now. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out together."

Damian looked at her for a moment, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Thanks, Eve. That actually helps."

Before the moment could get too serious, Cassius plopped himself onto a nearby chair, stretching his legs out and making himself as comfortable as possible. He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "So, we'll be here for a while, huh? Got any ideas besides sleep?" His eyes flicked toward Evelyn, who was sitting beside Damian on the bed. Then, with a smirk, he added, "And besides watching a couple make out. I feel like a third wheel here."

Evelyn shot him a glare, but her cheeks turned slightly pink. "We're not making out."

"Yet," Cassius quipped with a grin.

Damian rolled his eyes, clearly used to Cassius's antics. "Maybe you could ask one of the servants to bring you some tea."

Cassius groaned dramatically. "Their tea sucks. It tastes like boiled grass mixed with sadness."

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh at that, though she tried to hide it behind a hand. "Well, excuse them for not catering to your refined taste, Your Majesty."

"Thank you!" Cassius said, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "Finally, someone acknowledges my suffering."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "If you put half as much energy into doing something productive as you do complaining, we'd have probably conquered half the world by now."

Cassius leaned forward with a smug grin. "Hey, complaining is productive. It builds character. You should try it sometime."

Damian chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the wall. Their banter was always a welcome distraction, something that kept things light even when they were knee-deep in chaos. For a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the normalcy.

Just as he opened his mouth to fire off a sarcastic remark of his own, a knock echoed through the room, interrupting the flow of conversation. The door creaked open, revealing Henry, Victoria's ever-stoic butler. His expression, as always, was perfectly neutral, but there was something in the way he carried himself that screamed efficiency and professionalism.

"Lunch is ready," Henry announced in his usual composed tone. "Lady Victoria is waiting for you."

Damian nodded, acknowledging the message. "Okay. Thanks, Henry."

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With a slight bow, Henry turned and exited the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

"Well, I guess lunch might help us relax," Damian said, pushing himself off the bed and stretching. "We could use a break."

"Finally, something decent to look forward to," Cassius said, hopping up from his chair. "If their tea is terrible, maybe the food will redeem them."

The trio made their way down the hall. The mansion was as grand as ever, its high ceilings and intricately carved walls giving it an air of both elegance and intimidation.

When they entered the dining hall, Victoria was already seated at the head of the long table, a calm yet regal expression on her face. She wore a deep crimson gown, her posture perfect as always. Despite the composed exterior, Damian could tell she was tired—probably from overseeing the aftermath of the battle and preparing for tonight's celebration.

"Ah, you're here," Victoria said, offering a faint smile. "Please, sit. I had the chefs prepare something special."

Cassius wasted no time, plopping down into a chair and eyeing the spread of food on the table. Platters of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and an assortment of breads and cheeses were laid out, along with pitchers of what looked like wine and water.

"Well, this already looks better than the tea," Cassius remarked, reaching for a plate.

Victoria arched an eyebrow but said nothing, clearly used to his antics by now. Damian and Evelyn took their seats as well, and soon enough, the three of them were serving themselves.

For a few minutes, there was nothing but the sound of utensils clinking against plates and the occasional murmur of appreciation from Cassius as he tried different dishes. It wasn't until they were halfway through the meal that Victoria finally broke the silence.

"I assume Henry informed you about tonight's celebration," she said, her tone calm but purposeful.