Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 403. We Do What We Have To Do

Lysandra stood still for a moment, listening.

And then—

"I thought dragons didn't interfere."

That voice.

Controlled. Cold. And unmistakably smug.

Lysandra didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

She slowly shifted her stance and looked over her shoulder.

Aria.

The woman was all sharp lines and authority, wrapped in a pristine senator's cloak that practically shimmered with layers of defensive enchantments. Her silver hair was swept up with deliberate care, her eyes unreadable as always—half judgment, half amusement.

Lysandra flicked a glance down at the corpse nearest to her boot. "Yes. But sometimes?" She raised her chin slightly. "We do what we have to."

Aria's lips curled faintly. "That's the most dragon thing I've heard all week."

"And yet you're still here," Lysandra said evenly. "What are you doing in this district, senator?"

"That should be my question," Aria replied, stepping closer, her boots clicking against the cobbled path like a metronome of pressure. "What are the dragons doing here? What made you come down from your lofty perch to… intervene?"

Lysandra's wings twitched slightly behind her, folding closer to her back. Her gaze didn't waver.

"I don't owe you that answer."

"No," Aria agreed, tilting her head. "You don't. But I find it interesting that a dragon general happens to be exiting Cassius's mansion just as enemy spies drop dead in a twenty-meter radius. Call it a senator's instinct, but I'm inclined to ask more questions when that many things happen in the same breath."

Lysandra exhaled through her nose, slowly turning to face her fully. "Dragons don't report to senators."

Aria smiled. "Believe me, I'm aware. Still…" She walked a half-circle around the nearest corpse, crouching to observe the clean wound at its center. "You know what the state of Haven City has been like lately. Assassinations. Missing operatives. Wards being breached, key evidence disappearing. And that mansion?"

She looked up from the body.

"Houses a valuable witness. Possibly the only one who can prove what happened."

Lysandra's jaw tensed. "So you're watching it."

"I'm protecting it," Aria replied smoothly. "You might think of it as the same thing."

Lysandra crossed her arms. "And what? You think I was trying to kill him?"

"I think," Aria said, rising back to her full height, "that you don't just visit old enemies for tea."

The words cut harder than Lysandra expected. Not because they were wrong—but because they hit somewhere uncomfortably close.

"I didn't come to kill him," Lysandra said, voice quieter now. "I came to talk."

Aria's brow rose. "Is that what dragons call it now?"

Lysandra's eyes sharpened, and her voice dipped lower. "Be careful, senator."

Aria smirked again but didn't press. Instead, her tone turned more thoughtful. "So… you're on his side now?"

"I'm on balance's side," Lysandra said. "That hasn't changed."

"But your perspective has," Aria said, studying her closely. "You used to call him reckless. A disruptor. You nearly incinerated half a canyon fighting him once, if I recall correctly."

"He nearly cracked my ribs," Lysandra said dryly. "It was a good fight."

Aria chuckled once. "And now?"

"Now…" Lysandra hesitated. Her eyes drifted back toward the barrier, still faintly glowing behind them, sealing the mansion from casual view.

Now, she saw a man who still carried the burden of the demon king in his bones. Who had chosen to bear it without reward. Who still fought, even after everything was taken from him. Who stood shirtless in front of her, scarred and sarcastic and real.

"Now I see someone the world misunderstood."

Aria's smirk faltered just a little at that.

Lysandra didn't like the look she was getting in return.

It wasn't suspicion.

It was something closer to… relief?

"So," Aria said, folding her arms. "You're really not here to fight."

"No."

"And if it comes to it?"

"If it comes to it," Lysandra replied, her voice like low thunder, "I will burn whatever needs to be burned. But not him."

The senator studied her for a long, silent second.

Then Aria nodded once. "Good."

Lysandra blinked. "That's it?"

Aria smirked. "You're not the only one who's changed sides, General. Haven's falling apart. And for once? We don't have the luxury of pointing fingers at people trying to fix it."

Lysandra didn't reply.

She stood there in the middle of the quiet street.

The dragon general watched the senator's back for a moment as she walked toward the mansion—toward Cassius's mansion. A place Aria never would've approached willingly years ago. Not when she and Kaelan had nearly destroyed an entire warfront just by being in the same room.

Now?

She was walking in like she belonged there.

Funny, how the world burned just enough to make people drop their grudges.

"You're the same as me," Lysandra said aloud, her voice calm but heavy.

Aria didn't break stride. "Maybe," she called back.

Lysandra's eyes narrowed slightly, watching the other woman's figure vanish behind the ward shimmer as the mansion's protective field parted for her.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

The thought lingered.

Because while Lysandra had accepted her role as observer, guardian of balance, Aria had been something else entirely. A symbol of order. A senator. A judge. A sorcerer powerful enough to rewrite the structure of a city's council if she chose to.

And yet, here she was. No entourage. No guards. No grand entrance. Just herself. Walking into the lion's den to speak to the man she once wanted executed.

The same man Lysandra had once fought with fire and steel and walked away from confused and intrigued.

They were both stepping into unfamiliar territory.

Lysandra exhaled through her nose, feeling the last traces of adrenaline begin to fade from her blood. The corpses at her feet were still and cold, her message already written in the blood they left behind—clear to anyone with the sense to read it.

Do not follow me.

Do not spy on me.

Do not interfere.

She didn't wait for cleanup. She wasn't their janitor.

With one last glance at the mansion's sealed gates, Lysandra turned toward the sky. Her wings stretched slowly, catching the morning light as she lifted off the ground, the wind howling quietly around her.

Whatever came next…

They'd all made their choice.