Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 242: Overthinking

Warlock Ch 242. Overthinking

Evelyn ignored him, her gaze locked on Damian. "She's serious about this. About you. I know it sounds weird since I just said I didn't trust her, but… this time, she looks different."

Damian let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, her 'seriousness' has gotten me into more trouble than I can count. So, forgive me if I don't swoon every time she says she owes me her life."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "And yet, here you are. Still working with her. Still letting her protect you."

"Touché," Damian admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But you have to admit, the timing of all this is... weird."

Cassius glanced between the two of them, his expression unreadable. "Weird or not, it doesn't change the fact that she's keeping us alive. Let's not bite the hand that feeds, yeah?"

Damian smirked. "Don't worry, Cas. I'll let you do all the biting if it comes to that."

"Funny," Cassius deadpanned, heading for the door. "I'll be in my room if either of you decide to stop overthinking everything."

Evelyn sighed as Cassius left, shaking her head. "He has a point, you know."

"I know," Damian said, his voice quieter now. "Doesn't mean I can't be cautious."

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Later that evening, as Damian was getting ready for the celebration, there was a knock at his door. He expected one of the servants, but when he opened it, he found Victoria standing there instead. Her regal demeanor was still intact, but there was a softness in her expression he wasn't used to seeing.

"Victoria," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Didn't expect you to drop by."

"I wanted to speak with you," she said simply, her voice calm but deliberate.

"Alright," Damian said, closing the door behind her. "What's on your mind?"

She took a moment, her gaze drifting around the room before settling back on him. "You looked tired..."

"Can you blame me?" Damian said, crossing his arms. "I've had my memories drip-fed to me while dodging people who want me dead. Kind of hard to trust anyone when you don't even trust yourself."

Victoria nodded, her expression unreadable. "I understand. But I need you to know something."

He raised an eyebrow. "This should be good."

She ignored the jab, stepping closer. "When I first realized who you were… My interest in you was because of Kaelan. Because of what you did for me. I won't deny that."

Damian's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "Well, at least you're honest about it."

"But," Victoria continued, her voice softening, "things are different now. I've spent time with you—not Kaelan, not the person I owed my life to, but you, Damian. And my feelings… they're genuine."

Damian blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in her tone. "Genuine how?"

She took another step forward, her gaze steady. "I care about you. Not because of what you did for me in the past, but because of who you are now. You're reckless, stubborn, and far too willing to sacrifice yourself for others… but you're also brave, clever, and more capable than you realize."

For a moment, Damian didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to this—being the one someone fought for instead of being the one doing all the fighting.

"Look, Victoria," he said finally, his voice quieter now. "I'm not saying I don't appreciate everything you've done. But it's hard to separate the past from the present when it feels like everything I do is tied to who I was."

"That's because you haven't forgiven yourself," Victoria said gently.

Damian let out a bitter laugh. "Forgive myself for what? For being used? For surviving? For doing what I had to do?"

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"For believing you were a monster," she said, her voice firm. "You're not. You never were."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Damian looked away, his jaw tightening. "Yeah, well, tell that to the people who think I am."

"They don't matter," Victoria said, stepping closer. "What matters is what you do now. The choices you make, the people you trust. And I want to be one of those people."

He met her gaze, searching for any hint of manipulation or hidden motives. But all he saw was sincerity.

Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, fine. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But don't expect me to let my guard down completely."

"That's all I ask," she said with a faint smile.

Damian smirked, his usual cocky demeanor slipping back into place. "You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh?"

Victoria chuckled softly, a rare, genuine sound. "Well, you're not exactly easy to impress."

"Good," Damian said, his smirk widening. "Wouldn't want you getting bored."

Victoria turned to leave but paused at the door. "One more thing."

"What's that?" Damian asked, tilting his head.

"I wasn't lying when I said I'd do whatever it takes to protect you," she said, her voice steady. "No matter what happens tonight—or in the days to come—you can count on me."

Damian nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I'll hold you to that."

Victoria left. The room fell into an eerie silence. Damian exhaled slowly, leaning back against the doorframe. For once, he believed her—or at least, he wanted to. Either way, tonight's celebration wasn't going to wait, and he had to be ready for whatever it would bring.

After completely preparing himself, Damian stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the collar of his shirt and frowning slightly. His outfit was… unusual, to say the least. It was a blend of a sleek, modern suit and a fancy, Renaissance-inspired coat with intricate embroidery and a high collar that screamed extra. It fit him perfectly, tailored to accentuate his broad shoulders and lean frame, but it didn't scream "warlock" the way he wanted it to.

"This makes me look like some fancy aristocrat from another world," he muttered, eyeing his reflection critically. "Not exactly the vibe I was going for."

After a moment of contemplation, he grabbed his warlock coat—a dark piece of clothing that carried a sense of power and mystery. Throwing it over his shoulders, he instantly felt more like himself. To complete the look, he slipped on a black glove over his marked hand, hiding the warlock sigil etched into his skin.