Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 195: Messy Jobs

Warlock Ch 195. Messy Jobs

A heavy silence settled over the room. Damian leaned back in his chair, his mind already running through the implications. He wasn't exactly a stranger to messy jobs like this, but walking into vampire politics and assassinating a vampire lord? A general even? That was a whole new level of complication. The keyword was 'assassination'.

He looked at Cassius, who had been uncharacteristically quiet. Finally, Cassius raised a hand, stopping Victoria before she could continue. "Spare us the details of your political struggles," he said calmly. "Just tell us the current situation and what you plan to do with your soldiers. We will make our own plan."

Victoria's eyes narrowed slightly, though she didn't argue. "Fine," she said, sitting straighter. "Varak is currently hiding in the Crimson Veil. He's surrounded himself with loyal soldiers and blood mages, which makes a direct assault costly. My forces will create a diversion at the front gates, drawing his attention. You three will infiltrate the manor and eliminate him."

Damian raised a brow. "That's it? A simple 'in, kill the guy, and out'? That's your plan?"

"It's more effective than you think," Victoria replied coolly. "Varak won't expect anyone to breach his inner sanctum while his focus is on my forces."

Evelyn frowned, her eyes narrowing. "And what about his blood mages? I assume they're not just for decoration."

"They're strong," Victoria admitted, "but my forces will keep them occupied. Varak himself is your target."

Cassius's expression remained unreadable, though Damian could see the gears turning behind his eyes. "You're assuming a lot," Cassius said quietly. "And relying on us to clean up your mess."

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Victoria's gaze hardened. "I wouldn't call it a mess, Cassius. It's survival. For me, and for my people."

Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let's say we do this. What's in it for us? Because, no offense, but vampire civil wars aren't exactly our problem."

Victoria's lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "You'll be rewarded handsomely," she said. "Gold, artifacts, favors—you name it."

Damian glanced at Evelyn, whose expression was still unreadable. Then he looked at Cassius, who seemed to be deep in thought. Finally, Damian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Fine," he said. "We'll hear you out."

Cassius's head turned sharply, but Damian held up a hand. "Hear you out." He looked back at Victoria. "But like Cassius said—we'll make our own plan. You stick to your distraction, and we'll handle the rest."

Victoria studied him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Agreed."

"Great," Damian muttered, pushing his chair back with a soft scrape. "Well, looks like we're in for a fun night."

Victoria ignored his sarcasm, standing gracefully. "Prepare yourselves," she said. "We move at dusk."

The barrier around the room shimmered and faded. Damian stood and stretched, throwing a glance at Cassius and Evelyn. "So… infiltration, blood mages, and taking down a vampire lord. Simple stuff, really. Just another day at the office."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "You really need to take things more seriously."

"Taking things seriously is how you end up stressed," Damian shot back with a grin. "Relax. We've got this."

Cassius didn't say anything, but the look he gave Damian was enough to make him second-guess his confidence.

They exited the dining room. Damian let out a long sigh, his mind already racing with a thousand possibilities. Victoria's request wasn't going to be easy, and something about it still didn't sit right with him. But for now, all he could do was prepare.

And hope Varak Bloodshade wasn't as dangerous as he sounded.

Damian shoved his hands in his pockets as the three of them walked back toward their quarters, the echo of their footsteps filling the otherwise empty corridor. The faint hum of magic still lingered in the air from Victoria's barrier, like a low vibration crawling under his skin.

Cassius was the first to break the silence. "Well," he said in that calm, infuriatingly neutral tone of his, "what do you think?"

Damian glanced at him sideways. "About?"

Cassius's brow twitched in what might've been irritation. "About Victoria's plan, of course. You think it's as straightforward as she says? Because I don't."

Evelyn let out a sharp exhale, her arms crossed as she kept pace. "Yeah, no kidding. It's never that simple. This feels off."

Cassius nodded, his gaze sharp and focused. "Exactly. Think about it. She claims Varak is consolidating power, yet she waits until now to call in outside help? A distraction at the gates, meanwhile trusting us—complete wildcards—to deal with Varak directly?"

Damian frowned but didn't say anything. He knew Cassius had a point. Everything about Victoria was a mystery, and her plan smelled fishy.

"She could be letting us walk into a trap," Cassius continued, his voice low but firm. "It could be there's no distraction at all. Or worse, she and Varak are working together. What better way to eliminate us than by feeding us into a meat grinder?"

Damian stopped walking, turning to face Cassius. "Seriously? You think Victoria would team up with the guy who's trying to overthrow her?"

Cassius tilted his head slightly, his expression blank. "Desperation makes people do strange things. Victoria might see us as expendable pawns to secure her position. If we're successful, she wins. If we're killed, she still wins."

Evelyn made a noise of agreement. "It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to double-cross us, Damian." Her gaze sharpened on him. "And don't tell me you're buying into this whole 'help me save my throne' sob story. I know you're smarter than that."

Damian threw up his hands defensively. "Whoa, whoa, who said I trusted her? I didn't say that. All I'm saying is… we already investigated her, remember? When we first got here. She's been clean so far."

"'Clean' doesn't mean trustworthy," Evelyn shot back. "It just means she's good at hiding things."

"Fair point," Damian admitted. He paused mid-step, his mind flashing back to the vision—the throne room, the blood, the fight with that vampire. Victoria had been behind him, looking to him for protection.

"You trust her?" Evelyn pressed, eyeing him like she was trying to peel him apart with her gaze.