The Incubus System Chapter 727. Treat Me Better! (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 727. Treat Me Better!

Feeling the weariness settle into my bones, I decided to indulge in a quick bath before retiring for the night. The warm water cascaded over my body, washing away the dirt.

After the rejuvenating bath, I stepped out onto the plush rug and activated my Demon's Clothes skill. Satisfied, I made my way to the inviting haven of my bed. The soft sheets enveloped me as I sank into their embrace, the weight of the day's trials dissipating with each passing moment. The rhythmic sound of my steady breaths filled the room, as sleep gently beckoned me into its realm.

"Ethan! Ethan! Wake up!" A voice, filled with a mixture of familiarity, curiosity, and panic, pierced through the veil of sleep and penetrated my consciousness. My body jolted as if shaken by an invisible force.

Blinking my eyes open, I found myself surrounded by the familiar expanse of empty white space, a telltale sign that I had once again found myself ensnared within Puriel's dream spell. The realization washed over me, mingling annoyance with a resigned acceptance of the situation.

‘I even can’t rest in my sleep…’ I cried internally.

With a sigh of exasperation, I sat down, my gaze shifting towards Puriel who sat by my side, her face etched with worry and panic.

"Couldn't you have chosen a gentler method to wake me up?" I grumbled, my complaint laced with a hint of annoyance. The abruptness of the awakening always left me feeling disoriented and irritated.

Puriel's eyes widened in alarm, her voice betraying a sense of urgency as she sought answers. "It doesn't matter. Just answer my question, did the demons make it to the human world?" Her words tumbled out in a rush, laced with fear and panic.

I furrowed my brows, a mixture of confusion and concern spreading across my face. What could have possibly led her to such a conclusion? I turned to her, seeking clarity. "What makes you think that?" I inquired, my voice tinged with curiosity.

Puriel took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the empty expanse around us as if searching for tangible evidence. Her voice quivered with an underlying sense of urgency. "I can feel it, Ethan," she replied, her words laden with apprehension. "A big crack, no, I mean a huge one! It's as if the very boundary between the two worlds is on the verge of collapsing. What happened?"

The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, and I understood the gravity of the situation. Something significant had occurred, and it was imperative that I relay the truth to ease her worries. Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I breathed in deeply before offering an explanation.

"Ah, that," I began, my voice steady as I recounted the recent events that had unfolded. "Those two demon lords we've been tracking, they managed to find a way to create an imbalance between our worlds. They intended to create a new crack in this world. And unfortunately, they succeeded in opening the thin layer of energy over Lightglen City."

"But don’t worry," I continued, my tone infused with reassurance. "Lord Damon and I swiftly intervened. Through our powers, we managed to close the crack.”

The panic on her face was undeniable, and I couldn't help but notice it.

"Oh no, that's bad..." she muttered. Her words only served to amplify the mounting sense of urgency in the air. Deep down, I understood the severity of the situation, but outwardly, I projected an air of nonchalance, as if the impending threat were a mere inconvenience.

I nodded in agreement with her assessment, my response casual and detached. "Indeed, it is," I replied, my tone almost dismissive. It wasn't that I didn't care about the potential ramifications, but rather that I had grown accustomed to navigating treacherous waters. Somehow, I had become desensitized to the constant dance on the edge of danger.

In an instant, her hand shot out and gripped the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer. Her eyes bore into mine, brimming with panic and a touch of desperation. "Then why do you look so relaxed???" she demanded, her voice laced with an almost whiny edge.

I held her gaze, my expression unwavering. "I've done what I can," I stated matter-of-factly. "What more can I do?" It was a rhetorical question, for I knew the answer all too well.

With a sigh, I gently extricated her hand from my clothes, allowing a small gap to form between us. "Besides," I muttered under my breath, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "You might want to consider treating me better if you're going to rely on my help." It was a half-hearted grumble, a mix of frustration and a desire to be acknowledged for my efforts.

Her lips pressed together in a display of remorse, and I could see the frustration etched across her face. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry," she conceded, her voice tinged with exasperation. "It's just... I feel so helpless here, trapped without any way to make a difference."

"I know it's not easy," I reassured her. "But rest assured, I've already had discussions with the princess of the kingdom where you're currently confined. We're exploring ways to remove you from there without causing any negative impact on their economy."

A hint of relief flickered in her eyes at my words, a glimmer of hope amid her frustration. She had been unjustly stripped of her angelic powers. It was a situation that ate away at her.

"Once I obtain the necessary approval, I'll ensure your liberation from that place." As I spoke, a part of me wished I possessed a higher status, one that could effortlessly command the proceedings and cut through the bureaucratic red tape. But I understood the complexities of the human economy, and how it was interconnected and influenced by numerous variables. A delicate balance had to be maintained to prevent unintended consequences.

Puriel's brow furrowed, her voice tinged with curiosity. "You're referring to the people who constantly drain my angelic power, right?" she asked, seeking confirmation.