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The Incubus System Chapter 747. Fake Demon Hunter II

Her voice resonated in my ears, a strange mix of familiarity and foreignness that sent a shiver down my spine. The words she spoke struck a chord within me, compelling me to stand up and turn towards her, my gaze fixed upon her figure.

Before me, stood a female demon hunter, her hand outstretched towards me, a level 1 Mana Lance suspended in midair. However, something seemed off. Instead of the usual Demon Compass that demon hunters wielded, she wore a magic bracelet on her wrist—a clear indicator that she was an imposter. As I squinted at the name hovering above her head, a sense of recognition washed over me.

"You..." I muttered through gritted teeth, a bitter tone coloring my words. I couldn't believe my eyes.

But before I could delve further into my thoughts, she interrupted me with a pained expression on her face. "Demon... I will kill you..." Her voice quivered with sadness.

That statement brought a mixture of amusement and sympathy to my heart. It was almost comical to think that this woman believed herself to be a demon hunter. Yet, behind the bitterness and determination in her eyes, I could sense the depth of her trauma and the burning desire for revenge that fueled her every action.

Exhaling a weary sigh, I extended my arm and flicked my index finger downward, using my telekinesis power. The Mana Lance, suspended in midair, descended swiftly and pierced into the ground with a resounding thud.

"How did you find me?" I asked in curiosity.

Her sharp response cut through the air, filled with frustration and anger. "It doesn't matter how I found you!"

"Miranda, right?" I asked

"How do you know my name?" Her frown deepened, and her question carried a mix of suspicion and displeasure. It seemed my knowledge of her name had caught her off guard, igniting a sense of defensiveness within her. In response, she took a stance that vaguely resembled an attack position, though it lacked the strength and finesse of a true warrior.

With a bitter tone, I acknowledged our past encounters. "I know because we have met before... or rather, we've crossed paths twice," I corrected, a tinge of sorrow seeping into my voice. "I'm truly sorry for what happened to your boyfriend," I added, bowing my head slightly in a gesture of remorse.

The shock on her face was evident as her features contorted with disbelief and anger. "Shut your mouth!" she yelled, her displeasure reverberating through the air. Without a moment's hesitation, she hurled her Mana Lance in my direction once again, determined to attack.

With a flick of my finger, I used my Telekinesis, exerting a subtle force that propelled her to the side, causing it to collide with the unforgiving ground. The metallic sound of her dropped Mana Lance reverberated in the air.

Disappointment welled up within me as I observed her fall. "I saved you from that torment, and this is how you repay me?" I voiced my disillusionment, a mix of frustration and hurt lacing my words.

"When?" she snarled, her voice dripping with the same displeasure that had consumed her since our encounter began.

"I saved you from that incubus," I admitted, my voice laced with a tinge of melancholy. Deep down, I knew she wouldn’t remember me.

Her response was immediate and fierce. "Don't you dare spout such nonsense to me!" she shouted, her anger flaring like wildfire.

I let out a weary sigh, my breath escaping in a gust of resignation. "Right, of course... How could I expect you to remember?" I muttered, the bitterness of my words matching the bitter taste in my mouth. It was I who had taken the decision to erase those memories, believing it was for the best.

"But one thing, Miranda," I interjected, my voice tinged with both earnestness and frustration, "I am not the demon who took your boyfriend's life and shattered your world. They are gone, dead." I hoped that my words would help alleviate some of the burden weighing heavily on her heart.

Her response was swift, her voice filled with anger and accusation. "Even if those demons are dead, you are still a demon yourself. You have killed innocent people!" Her words stung, hitting me like a barrage of arrows aimed at my very essence.

I couldn't help but feel taken aback by her audacity.

"I don't kill humans. Not yet, at least," I confessed, my tone laced with a hint of remorse.

Her response was immediate, filled with disbelief and anger. "Liar!" she spat, her eyes burning with fury.

With lightning speed, she charged toward me, her Mana Lance poised for an attack. But I remained composed, calmly snapping my fingers and invoking my Dark Bound skill.

In an instant, a powerful surge of dark energy surrounded her, binding her in its grasp. She froze mid-motion, her body collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud. Yet, despite her immobilized state, she struggled relentlessly, her determination unwavering as she strained to free herself and inch closer to me.

As she fought against the ethereal restraints, her voice trembled with a mix of desperation and defiance. "You speak of justice, of the death of the one who tore my world apart. But how can I believe you? How can I trust that you're not just another twisted demon playing mind games with me?"

Her words struck a chord within me, a reminder of the pain she carried and the scars she bore. I understood her skepticism, her deep-seated desire for retribution and closure. But I also knew the truth, and it weighed heavily on my conscience.

Lowering myself to her level, I met her gaze with sincerity. "You directed your anger at the wrong demon, Miranda. The one who took everything from you is truly dead," I reiterated, my voice filled with a mixture of compassion and conviction.

It pained me to witness her struggle, to see her trapped within the confines of her own torment.