Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 160: You Compare The Demon King to a Bad Roommate

Warlock Ch 160. You Compare The Demon King to a Bad Roommate

For a moment, Damian let her words settle. Then he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Maybe."

Evelyn's eyes lingered on him, searching for something he wasn't ready to say. She picked up the tray and placed it on his lap, careful not to let the tea slosh or the sandwich shift too much. "Eat," she said softly but firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You'll feel better."

Damian nodded again, his movements almost automatic. He picked up the sandwich, taking a bite without much thought. The flavors hit his tongue—fresh bread, perfectly cooked eggs, and a hint of spice—but they barely registered. His mind was still tangled in the courtroom, in the piercing look Aria had given him, and in the damning silence of the tribunal.

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Evelyn watched him closely, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her gaze didn't waver, and after a few moments, Damian looked up at her with a quirked eyebrow. "What?" he asked, his tone flat but not unkind.

"You know," she said, tilting her head slightly, "every time you feel down, you're like this. Quiet. You can't answer me with any jabs, and you can't even joke around."

Damian let out a soft, humorless laugh. "The dream left a bad taste in my mouth," he admitted, taking another bite of the sandwich. The simplicity of the statement was enough to explain everything.

Evelyn reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over his arm. The touch was warm, grounding, and Damian felt the weight in his chest lift slightly. "I know," she said gently.

He tried to smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "But at least I got one new clue," he said, his voice gaining a bit of its usual edge.

Evelyn perked up slightly, her curiosity evident. "What is it?"

Damian put the sandwich down, wiping his hands on the napkin beside the tray. "The demon king's soul," he said, his tone dropping. "It's trapped in my Mana Core. I think that's why it can talk—and why it acts like such an asshole."

Evelyn's eyes widened, and she pulled back slightly, her hand falling from his arm. "W-what? How?" she stammered, her voice rising in alarm.

Damian shook his head, leaning back against the headboard. "I don't know for sure," he admitted, his voice heavy with thought. "But I think Kaelan did that because it was the only way to defeat him. He couldn't win in a normal fight, so he locked the demon king's soul up and took over his power instead."

Evelyn's mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at him, her mind clearly racing as she tried to process what he'd just said. After a long moment, she finally spoke, her voice soft but trembling. "Damian… do you realize what that means?"

"Yeah," he said simply, picking up the tea and taking a sip. "It means I'm not just some warlock with a special Mana Core. I'm walking around with a piece of the demon king inside me. And judging by how chatty he's been lately, he's not thrilled about it," he huffed, taking another bite of his sandwich.

Evelyn exhaled sharply, her hands gripping the edge of the bed. "This isn't just about him being chatty, Damian. If his soul is in your Mana Core, then his influence—his essence—it could be affecting you."

"Probably," Damian said, his tone unnervingly casual. He took another sip of tea before adding, "But it's not like I can do anything about it. If I try to rip him out, I lose all the power that came with it. And if I leave him there… Well, I just have to deal with his attitude."

Evelyn frowned, her worry evident. "And what if he tries to take control?"

Damian met her gaze, his expression unyielding. "He won't."

"How can you be so sure?" she pressed, her voice rising slightly.

"Because he already tried," Damian said, his tone sharp enough to cut. "And he failed. Whatever power he has, whatever influence he thinks he can exert, it's not enough to override me. Not now. Not ever."

Evelyn's eyes softened slightly, but the worry didn't leave her face. "You're sure?"

Damian nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I'm sure. He might be strong, but so am I. And as much as he hates it, he's stuck with me just as much as I'm stuck with him."

Evelyn let out a shaky breath, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. "This is… a lot," she admitted. "Even for you."

"Tell me about it," Damian said, picking up the sandwich again. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before adding, "But it explains a lot, doesn't it? The weird shape of my Mana Core. The regeneration. The fact that I keep hearing his voice like an annoying roommate who doesn't pay rent."

Evelyn let out a weak laugh, the sound tinged with both amusement and exhaustion. "Leave it to you to compare the demon king to a bad roommate."

"Well, he kind of is," Damian said with a shrug. "Except instead of eating my food or stealing my stuff, he just insults me and tries to mess with my memories."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the conversation lingering but no longer suffocating. Damian finished the sandwich, setting the tray aside before leaning back against the headboard once more. He stared out the window, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting soft patterns on the floor.

"So, what now?" Evelyn asked quietly, her voice breaking the silence.

Damian exhaled, his gaze distant. "Now? I need to figure out what Kaelan was trying to do. The method he used to lock the demon king's soul away. And why he thought rebirth was the only option."

Evelyn nodded slowly, her eyes searching his face. "And if you don't like the answers?"

Damian's smirk softened, a hint of something more vulnerable creeping into his expression. "Then I'll deal with it. Just like I always do."