The Incubus System Chapter 684. Are You Going to Kill Her? (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 684. Are You Going to Kill Her?

Mrs. Clea sat on the single sofa, her elegant posture reflecting her refined demeanor despite all the conversations we had. Her gaze fixed intently on me. Alan perched on her shoulder, bobbing its head curiously as if anticipating the conversation that was about to unfold.

"I know," Mrs. Clea said in a measured tone, her voice low and soothing. "But I want to see your true form. I've never seen you up close, and you always wear a mask whenever you do your stunts." She spoke calmly, yet I could sense the undercurrent of curiosity in her voice. Her eyes glinted with eager anticipation, and I knew that she was truly intrigued.

"True form..." I muttered, a wry smile playing on my lips. I paused for a moment. "My true form isn't what you're used to seeing, Mrs. Clea. I have acquired another form and prefer to show it on the battlefield." I shook my head from side to side as if dismissing the idea. "It's not something to show off."

She let out an audible exhale, the air escaping her lips like a gust of wind. "Fine..." she murmured, resignation evident in her tone. "I think that's all for now." She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "I can't keep the CCTVs off for too long or the senators will get suspicious of me."

Mrs. Clea rose from her seat, her movements graceful and fluid. "I'll figure out a way to get them to inject the vaccine into you without kidnapping you," she said, her voice tinged with determination. "But don't get your hopes up. Most senators are stubborn, and I'm not sure I can change their minds,” she added.

"At some point, maybe you have to steal it," she suggested, her eyes alight with a dangerous glint.

Her last suggestion was better than mine so I decided to take it right away. I opened my mouth to ask about the location of the vaccine, but before I could utter a word, Mrs. Clea continued speaking. "But not now," she warned, her voice low and serious. "I don't even know where they keep the vaccine. Some advanced demon hunters have already put their eyes on it, including Nathan. So, they hide it well."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, my mind trying to make sense of what Mrs. Clea had just revealed. "Nathan put his eyes on the vaccine? I thought they made the vaccine for dad?" I blurted out spontaneously, my voice laced with disbelief.

In an instant, Celia's face turned gloomy at the mention of my dad. Her hand in her lap gripped her other hand tightly, her knuckles turning white as she bit her lower lip. I noticed her distress and reached out to comfort her, placing my hand on top of hers to offer a calming touch.

But my eyes stayed fixed on Mrs. Clea, waiting for an answer from her.

"It is," she replied, her voice somber. "But Renart is dead, and the vaccine must have a host. Even if it puts their lives at risk, many demon hunters wanted to try their luck. They all know that vaccines can provide extraordinary powers, powers that can make them heroes in this world."

As she spoke, I could sense the desperation in her voice, and the hopelessness of a situation that was beyond her control.

"That will give them a bigger chance to become the hero of this world. Their value will increase, and they will have higher bargaining power with the association and the senators." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "That's also one of the reasons why the senators want to erase your memory and emotions. They don't want to deal with a weapon that has too many demands."

Celia's face had already turned pale, but Mrs. Clea's mention of Nathan and the senators' plans only seemed to make it worse. I could sense the tension in the air as everyone processed the information that had just been shared.

"Ew...I never thought humans could do nasty things like that. I thought they were kind of angel-like. I mean, weak angel," Red interjected, his expression twisted with disgust.

"Shhhh! No one asked for your opinion," Shadow quickly reprimanded him, his voice low and sharp.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at Mrs. Clea’s statement. "So, in the end, the association is not as peaceful as I thought. Everyone has their own goals," I scoffed, a hint of bitterness creeping into my voice. "I won't blame them. Greed is one of human nature after all," I added, trying to inject some levity into the tense atmosphere.

Mrs. Clea's response to my earlier comment by turning to Celia, her expression kind but serious. "Celia," she called out, her voice soft yet commanding.

Celia turned to face her, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and uneasiness. "Yes?" she responded quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know you love your brother," Mrs. Clea began, her voice gentle yet firm. "But you don't have to walk in the same path to show that," she reminded her.

Celia's head hung low as Mrs. Clea spoke, her shoulders slumped in defeat. It was clear that she was struggling with the weight of her emotions.

I didn't say anything. Becoming a demon or not, I gave all of those decisions to Celia.

“Also… Ethan,” Mrs. Clea turned to face me once again. Her eyes were piercing and intense. “Your mother. What are your plans for her?” she asked, her tone even and measured.

“So--- the one who helped me to find her is you,” I said, my voice calm. I turned to face Mrs. Clea, my eyes locking with hers.

“Are you going to kill her?” she answered me with another question.

My eyes flickered to Celia. Her expression was one of shock, her mouth agape in disbelief. I could see the fear in her eyes, the worry etched deep into her features.