The Incubus System Chapter 681. Raw Emotion V (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 681. Raw Emotion V

"Fine," she replied, her voice firm and unwavering. "But like what I said earlier, I don't want to dirty my hands with human blood." Her expression was resolute.

Despite the gravity of our conversation, I found myself smiling at her determination. I nodded, my own voice calm and steady. "Deal," I said. "Let me and my subordinates do the dirty job," I agreed. My tone was casual as though we were discussing the weather.

Indeed, her acquiescence surprised me, but I kept my expression neutral. It was clear that the senators' selfishness had given me an advantage. Their immense power and wealth made them untouchable, and Mrs. Clea knew this all too well. Despite her own authority and influence, she was powerless against their might. All she could do was endure and negotiate, but I knew that at some point, even her resilience would falter.

So, if Mrs. Clea wanted to rebel and go against the senator’s orders completely, she needed something or someone who had the same authority as them. And I was the most suitable of all. I was simply the same as a prince from a superpower country who had the same authority as them.

"One question, Ethan," she suddenly said, turning to face me with a look of curiosity in her eyes.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden question. "Yes?" I replied, my voice steady and controlled.

"After we successfully take over the association, what are your plans?" she asked, her tone betraying a hint of curiosity.

I couldn't help but smile at her question, my mind already working overtime to come up with a plan. "I'll leave that to you, Mrs. Clea," I said in a casual tone, trying to keep my cards close to my chest. The truth was, I had already thought about what I would do once we had seized control of the association. But I would let her take control of it until I needed it. For now, my main priority would be to make sure that the balance of power was maintained.

Mrs. Clea's disbelief was palpable, her forehead creased with a deep frown as she struggled to comprehend my nonchalant attitude towards the future of the demon hunter association. "You will leave it to me just like that?" she said, her voice laced with a hint of incredulity.

I nodded, my expression calm and collected. "Yes," I said lightly. "I never thought of changing anything in the demon hunter association. My only concern is making sure that they don't set their eyes on me and my subordinates. If I need troops, I already have them, and I prefer my demonic soldiers over anything else since we were born to kill."

A long breath escaped my lips as I continued, "But yes, I have to admit, I'm going to need the association's influence and network at some point. And since you are my partner, I'm sure I can ask for your help anytime."

Mrs. Clea's eyes narrowed, as though she was trying to see through my words and gauge my true intentions. "I don't know where you learned that confidence, but it definitely didn't come from the Ethan that I know," she stated, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism.

I let out a low chuckle, the sound echoing off the walls of the room. "A lot of things have happened. There's no way it doesn't change me," I stated, my voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement.

Mrs. Clea's eyes narrowed as she regarded me suspiciously. "Another thing, Ethan," she asked, her voice hesitant. "You said you and your subordinates will do the dirty work. Does that mean you're going to kill the senators?" she asked without further ado, her eyes searching mine for any signs of hesitation.

I didn't flinch under her piercing gaze. Instead, I met her stare with a cold one of my own. I knew the gravity of the situation and the impact my words would have. "If I said yes, would you stop me?" I asked, my voice low and menacing.

Without batting an eyelid, she responded with an unwavering tone, "No, but I can give you the list of the senators' crimes. Maybe you can consider whom you should and shouldn't kill." Her words hung in the air, cold and calculated.

My eyes widened. I was taken aback by her response and had not expected her to have such a list. Also, I couldn't help but be impressed by her bravery. It seemed she knew what was at stake, and she was willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.

A wave of seriousness washed over my face as I gazed at Mrs. Clea. "I thought you didn't know who they were?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.

Her reply was quick and calculated, "I don't. But I have worked for a long time, so I have my own nickname for each of them. And I wrote down every crime and their kindness in my personal notes. Some senators are indeed crueler than others, while some sound wiser. I can help you to give you a reference and I'm sure it can help you to find out who they are," she confessed, her voice low and controlled.

I was surprised at her admission and had not expected her to have such a grudge against the senators. As I mulled over her words, a sense of satisfaction began to creep over me. It was comforting to know that I had an ally in this fight against the corrupt senators. And to be honest, I was happy with it.

"Deal," I said, my voice resolute.

Then I rose from my seat, my mind still reeling from the weight of our conversation. "Well, I think that's all for now," I said, my voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "We have to return or Alan will be looking for you. I don't want him to fly to the association and report it."