The Incubus System Chapter 745. We Don't Play By Their Rules (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 745. We Don't Play By Their Rules

“Indeed,” I sensed a hint of frustration in Mrs. Clea's voice as if she was growing weary of the situation. She exhaled a long breath, seemingly contemplating her next words. "I'm going to close my eyes on this. If you want to deal with her, please do it as soon as possible," she finally requested, her tone tinged with a mix of weariness and resignation.

Her words struck a nerve within me, igniting a spark of irritation. "You don't have to order me for this," I retorted, my tone laced with displeasure. I fixed my gaze on her, locking eyes in a silent battle of wills. My expression turned slightly menacing, a warning that my carefree demeanor shouldn't be mistaken for acquiescence.

Mrs. Clea, sensing the tension between us, raised an eyebrow and leaned back slightly. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but also a glimmer of understanding.

"So, your demon prince mode is back," Mrs. Clea remarked with a long exhale, a playful tease evident in her tone. She was quick to catch on to my shifting moods and personas. It was a reminder that she knew me far too well for my own comfort.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her observation, realizing that my demeanor had indeed shifted into something more regal and formidable.

"I suppose it is," I replied, unable to hide a mischievous glint in my eyes. It was as if the very mention of my demon prince persona awakened a dormant power within me.

Mrs. Clea, sensing my shift in demeanor, offered a small smile before excusing herself. "Then… I will excuse myself," she said, her tone indicating that she might not be as interested in engaging with me when I was in that mode. I understood her hesitance. Especially after all that happened yesterday.

As she turned around to leave, Alan hopped onto her shoulder. The majestic bird let out a soft chirp, as if acknowledging the change in atmosphere. Mrs. Clea addressed her feathered friend, her voice filled with warmth and familiarity. "C'mon, Alan. Let's go home," she said.

He jumped to the floor. A subtle shimmer of magic surrounded Alan. His small body began to morph and transform, his feathers receding and reforming into human skin. In a matter of seconds, Alan underwent a complete metamorphosis, emerging as a young boy with tousled hair and bright, curious eyes.

"OK!" Alan's voice echoed through the room. Then he turned to wave at my pets. “Bye, everyone.” They whimpered in response, clearly disappointed to see him leave.

They went to the exit without my escort.

As soon as the door closed, Celia couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She blurted out the question that had been nagging at her. "You know, Ethan, you and Mrs. Clea... you don't look like partners. I mean, not in the romantic sense," she stated, her eyebrows raised inquisitively.

I let out a long exhale, considering her observation. "You're right," I admitted, shaking my head slightly. "Our relationship is more akin to that of business or political partners. We have a common goal, a shared mission. It's not about lovey-dovey stuff."

"I don't know if I should be happy or sad because of this," Celia said, her tone filled with mixed emotions. She seemed torn between conflicting thoughts and feelings, unsure of how to navigate the situation.

I let out a chuckle and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "Well, to be honest, I'm totally neutral about it," I confessed, shooting a sideways glance at Celia. I couldn't help but find her teasing tone amusing, even though the topic itself was a sensitive one.

Celia's eyebrows raised, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. "I thought you would prefer if she slept with you?" she said, her voice laced with playful banter.

"I hope. But having her to do what I couldn't in the demon hunter organization and dealing with the senators was enough for me," I admitted, my tone tinged with a hint of resignation. It was true—I had my own battles to fight, and Mrs. Clea's involvement in the political realm had brought about some much-needed change. It was a relief to have her take charge in situations where I felt powerless.

Celia nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I get it," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of admiration and acceptance. It was clear that she recognized the significance of Mrs. Clea's role in our lives, even if it wasn't in the conventional sense.

Foxy, in her humanoid form, sauntered over to our gathering, her tails swishing behind her. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she couldn't resist joining our conversation. "Master, based on what are you talking about, does that mean we will hunt for the senators tonight?" she chimed in, her tone tinged with anticipation.

I smirked at her eagerness. "Hm…" I glanced at the list once more, scanning the names and information before settling on a target. "I think yes. We will start from---” With a decisive point of my finger, I singled out a particular name on the list. "This one," I said, emphasizing the name with a vindictive tone. "The one who suggested me and Celia as the demon bait,” I continued.

A flicker of recognition flashed across Foxy's face as she pieced together the significance of the chosen target. "Ah, so he is the puppet master behind the scenes," she remarked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Sounds like a perfect choice to kick off our little hunt."

Celia leaned forward, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and curiosity. "But how do you guys approach this? I mean, these senators are powerful figures with connections," she pointed out, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

I grinned, reveling in the challenge that lay ahead. "That's the beauty of it," I replied, my voice carrying a touch of excitement. "We don't play by their rules. We're the hunters, not the prey,” I hissed.