Do You Think I’m That Weak?

Warlock Ch 183. Do You Think I'm That Weak?

Evelyn nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That rank is also a shield. People respect Rank A warlocks. They'll think twice before challenging you. I know it's unofficial, but… that doesn't mean they can't feel that you're different from the others. Even though the amulet covers it up, your power display will be different."

"True," Damian replied, leaning back in his chair. He tapped his fingers lightly against the edge of the table, his eyes distant. "I can only hope the amulet can cover my power longer."

He paused, then smirked, lifting the amulet from around his neck as if to inspect it before biting into a dumpling instead. "Oh right," he added between bites, his tone casual. "I forgot to mention—Aria was just at Cassius's place."

Evelyn froze mid-sip of her tea, her face darkening. "What?" Her voice was sharp, a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What did she say?"