The Incubus System Chapter 754. I Don't Censoring My Thought (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 754. I Don't Censoring My Thought 

“I see… so you saw it too…," I muttered under my breath, my voice reduced to a low hum as the weight of Licheri's revelations sank in. It was a sobering realization that I was not alone in witnessing the darkness that had unfolded in Miranda's life.

Licheri, however, seemed oblivious to my subdued tone, his annoyance palpable as he retorted, "What do you mean by 'You saw it too'? I am the core of this city, and naturally, I am privy to every sordid detail that transpires here." His pouty expression mirrored his frustration, his gaze fixed firmly on me.

Raising my hands in a conciliatory gesture, I offered him a dry smile. "Okay, okay. You truly have an impressive knowledge of everything that occurs," I conceded, injecting a feigned sense of admiration into my voice. It was an attempt to appease his desire for attention and praise. After all, I had observed that his recent "hairy ball" episode stemmed from a craving for affection and validation. So, I simply gave him what he wanted to make it quick.

His pout has not changed. Instead, his annoyance grew. "You know I can read your mind, right?" he complained.

A mixture of exasperation and amusement filled me as I snorted in response.

"Yeah, yeah," I retorted, my tone laced with sarcasm. "I'm well aware that you can read minds. But here's the thing: I'm not particularly interested in censoring my thoughts when it comes to you," I declared, a wave of nonchalance punctuating my words. I saw no reason to hide my honest opinions from him.

With a dismissive wave of my hand, I signaled for my pets to vacate my office. Understanding my unspoken command, they obediently filed out, leaving Licheri and me alone.

"Fine," Licheri huffed, his pout slowly fading as he begrudgingly shifted his attention back to Miranda. His chubby form wiggled with anticipation as he posed a pressing question. "So, are you planning to let her stay here or what?" His voice carried a mix of curiosity and impatience, demanding a decisive answer.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before responding. "No, she won't remain here," I explained, ensuring my words carried a sense of clarity. "Instead, I'll take her with me back to the human world."

A flicker of surprise danced across Licheri's features, his round eyes widening in response to my unexpected decision. His tone carried a hint of skepticism as he sought clarification. "You're not planning to make her fight the demons, are you?"

With a casual air, I began to explain my reasoning, allowing my words to carry a sense of lightness, despite the gravity of the situation.

"Well," I began, my voice tinged with a hint of nonchalance. "Miranda desires revenge, and I intend to grant her that opportunity. She wants to become a hero, and I see it as my duty to provide her with the strength she needs to achieve her goal."

I continued, the words flowing effortlessly. "Moreover, by making her my servant, I ensure that she won't hinder my plans or impede my progress. It's a strategic move, a means of neutralizing any potential obstacles that may arise." The admission slipped from my lips, baring a glimpse of the calculated nature that guided my every move.

Licheri nodded in understanding, his eyes reflecting a newfound clarity. "It makes sense," he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of acceptance and approval.

Miranda's vulnerable and helpless state triggered a surge of thoughts within me, urging me to seek answers. I turned towards Licheri, hoping that he could shed some light on the matter. "Licheri," I called out to him, my voice carrying a tinge of urgency.

"Hmm?" he responded with a nonchalant hum, his attention shifting toward me.

I stared at him intently, my mind buzzing with a myriad of questions and concerns. I expected him to pick up on my thoughts effortlessly, given his supposed ability to read minds.

However, to my frustration, Licheri's frown deepened, a flicker of impatience evident in his expression. "What?" he queried, his tone tinged with annoyance.

I let out a frustrated click of my tongue, my irritation evident. "I thought you could read my mind," I retorted with a hint of complaint. "Why is it suddenly rendered useless at a crucial moment like this?" My words carried a mixture of frustration and confusion, as I grappled with the limitations of Licheri's supposed powers.

"I can," Licheri replied, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "But you have to understand, there are countless thoughts swirling in your mind. It's like trying to pick out a single grain of sand from an entire beach," he grumbled, clearly not thrilled with the task at hand.

I nodded in understanding, realizing the complexity of my own thoughts. The turmoil within me was a constant whirlwind of emotions, ideas, and concerns. It was no wonder that Licheri found it challenging to pinpoint a specific query amidst the chaos.

Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I refocused my attention on the matter at hand. "Are there any other humans who have faced a fate similar to Miranda's?" I inquired, a mixture of curiosity and concern lacing my words.

Licheri's eyes gleamed with mischief as he contemplated my question. "During what time frame?" he pressed, seeking clarification.

I furrowed my brow, contemplating the scope of my query. "Let's consider your whole life," I suggested.

Licheri's expression contorted into a cringe, his discomfort palpable at the mere thought of the atrocities that had unfolded in the past. "Oh, there have been plenty," he responded, his voice laced with a tinge of disdain. "Back in the day, incubi and succubi were crazier than nowadays, kidnapping humans as if it were some twisted game."

Seeking clarity, I posed another question, my voice tinged with urgency. "And what about lately?" I inquired, my gaze locked on Licheri.

Licheri's response was swift and unequivocal. "Just her," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of any doubt. Relief washed over me like a soothing wave, momentarily easing the weight of my worries.