Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 358. Flip The Narrative

Damian sighed deeply, rubbing a hand across his forehead. "Not only her," he admitted quietly. "All of you. This… this whole thing feels like the start of something bigger. Something dangerous. It's not going to be long before they paint us as the villains. I can already feel it."

Cassius narrowed his eyes, studying Damian's expression intently. "So what—you're thinking of leaving us again? Disappearing into the shadows, trying to handle this alone?"

Damian looked away, the idea twisting uncomfortably in his chest. It wasn't that he wanted to run—he hated running. But the last thing he wanted was for his friends, the people he cared about, to suffer because of him. Especially Selena. She'd always been safe in her world, protected, happy. Damian knew firsthand the price of standing against the Council, the senators.

It was harsh.

Brutal.

Unforgiving.

"I'm not leaving," Damian finally said, his voice low and firm, though tinged with hesitation. "But it feels unfair dragging all of you into this mess. Selena's used to a good life—a happy life. She has everything to lose by being around me."

Cassius laughed, short and humorless, shaking his head in disbelief. "Are you serious right now, Damian? Unfair?" His voice softened slightly, becoming serious. "You think any of us are here unwillingly? Selena made her choice, just like we did. You don't have to keep carrying everything alone. Not anymore."

Victoria leaned forward slightly, eyes glittering dangerously. "Cassius is right, Damian. You always do this—trying to bear all the responsibility yourself, thinking you're protecting us." She paused, voice firm and unwavering. "Instead of constantly avoiding everything, why don't you finally face it? Once and for all."

Damian met Victoria's gaze steadily, frustration warring with uncertainty. "That's exactly my plan," he murmured, voice low but resolute. "But I'm afraid… no matter what we do, they'll still manage to twist it around. They'll paint us as villains. How do we fight that?"

Victoria leaned back, a small, smug smile crossing her lips. "Simple. Flip the narrative. If they want to make us villains, then we need to show the people something else entirely. Make ourselves heroes."

Damian frowned slightly, unsure. "Heroes?" The word felt foreign on his tongue, like a role he'd never been allowed to play. "How?"

Evelyn stepped closer, gently placing a hand on Damian's shoulder, her touch comforting yet firm. "You've already started. Those councils we eliminated last night—they were targeting innocent people. You saved lives."

Damian exhaled slowly, considering her words. "But the Council controls the public's perception. If they brand us as rogue magi, murderers… who's going to believe our version of the story?"

Victoria's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, the wheels clearly turning in her mind. "Then we give them something undeniable. If rumors aren't enough, then we gather proof. Hard, tangible proof. Documents, testimonies, anything that reveals the corruption inside the Council."

Cassius nodded approvingly. "Exactly. People might ignore whispers, but physical evidence is much harder to dismiss. Even if the Council tries to suppress it, word will spread."

Damian stood up, pacing slowly, the gears in his mind turning quickly. "But getting that proof won't be easy. They're extremely cautious."

Cassius grinned faintly, his eyes brightening. "When have we ever backed down from a challenge?"

Damian finally allowed a small smile, shaking his head gently. "Fair point."

The silence settled again, more comfortable this time.

Damian glanced toward the hallway where Selena had disappeared, thoughts drifting back to her again despite himself. He knew she had feelings for him—he'd seen it clearly today. And he wouldn't deny there was something inside him that responded, something soft and vulnerable that craved what she seemed to promise. Warmth, acceptance, a moment of peace.

But his world wasn't peaceful. It was blood-stained, dangerous, a constant struggle to survive. Selena deserved better than that. He couldn't—wouldn't—let her be dragged down into his darkness.

Evelyn broke the silence gently, sensing his conflict. "Damian, Selena's stronger than you think. She's not naive. She knows exactly what she's stepping into."

Cassius nodded slowly. "And if she's choosing to stay here, it means she's already accepted the risks."

Damian's jaw tightened slightly, voice quiet. "I just don't want her getting hurt because of me."

Victoria stood up gracefully, stretching lightly, her crimson eyes locking onto Damian's firmly. "Then don't let her. Protect her. Protect all of us." She shrugged lightly, tone suddenly softer. "That's your job, isn't it?"

Damian exhaled slowly, his tension easing slightly. Victoria was right. He couldn't avoid this, couldn't run from it. Not anymore. He'd already chosen this path, and now, he had people depending on him. He needed to stand firm—no matter how dangerous things became.

"Alright," Damian finally said, voice steadier now, more resolute. "Then we go all in. We flip the narrative, just like you said. If the Council wants to brand us as villains, we'll show the people who the real villains are."

Cassius grinned approvingly, slapping Damian's shoulder lightly. "Now there's the Damian we know."

Damian chuckled softly, shaking his head in reluctant amusement. "Don't get used to it. Optimism isn't my style."

Evelyn laughed lightly, eyes sparkling. "Too late. You're stuck with it now."

Victoria rolled her eyes dramatically, though a small, satisfied smile curved her lips. "And here I thought Damian finally grew up."

Damian glared playfully at her. "Careful, or you'll be drinking water instead of premium blood cocktails for the rest of the week."

Victoria's eyes widened slightly in mock horror. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me," Damian replied smoothly, unable to hide his grin.

The tension finally broke completely, replaced by quiet laughter. But even as Damian laughed quietly with them, his thoughts still drifted toward Selena, toward the uncertain days ahead. Three days. That was all they had. Three days to gather proof, three days to change public opinion, three days to protect Selena and keep their fragile alliance intact.

And beneath it all, he couldn't shake the feeling that even three days wouldn't be enough to escape the storm coming their way.