The Incubus System Chapter 863. Night Guest
Jill tilted her head, a bemused expression on her face. "Am I just hallucinating?" she asked.
"Yeah, maybe you’re just a bit too tense," I reassured her with a casual grin. I needed to keep her from diving too deep into that rabbit hole. Maybe a slight tweak of her mory, before she left, would be to keep her safe from future trouble.
Celia chid in, her voice soothing. "And hey, what we talked about earlier? It was all about gas. Just a ga, okay?" she emphasized, shooting Jill a reassuring look.
Jill bobbed her head in agreent, her expression innocent and, in a way, a tad too trusting. "Okay," she chid in, like she was signing off on a deal without knowing all the terms.
Shifting my gaze back to Celia, I attempted to steer the conversation. "Should we talk about sothing else?" I suggested.
Celia wasn’t ready to let go of a certain concern. "Yes, but one more thing. Are the gramps and grandmas okay?" she inquired, her tone suddenly serious.
"They should be okay. Don’t worry," I reassured her, attempting to inject so confidence into my words.
"Good," Celia declared, a satisfied smile stretching across her face. "So... snacks, anyone?" she offered, her eyes sweeping over our motley crew.
"Yay!" Jill cheered, a burst of enthusiasm radiating from her. My pets, always up for a good ti, joined the celebration, hopping around in sheer happiness. Their excitent was infectious.
"Let’s go! We are going to have fries!" Celia announced with a renewed burst of energy, springing up from her seat. She extended her hand to Jill, a friendly grin plastered on her face.
Jill eagerly accepted the invitation, her innocent face lighting up with joy. "Fries sound aweso!" she exclaid, following Celia’s lead.
They all shuffled off to the kitchen, leaving Red behind. The little guy decided to stick around, maybe feeling a bit more comfortable with my company.
"Sorry, Your Highness," Red apologized in a hushed tone, making sure Jill and the gang were out of earshot.
I waved it off with a casual smile. "It’s fine. I get it. Larry’s a bit of a handful," I admitted, my tone light. Still, there was a flicker of surprise that lingered. How could Larry face so casually, like we were just catching up over a coffee when I just made a huge reveal?
Red, sensing my thoughts, chid in with a shrug. "Larry’s just Larry, you know? Don’t take it too seriously. I can sense it from him."
I chuckled, acknowledging the truth in Red’s words. "True that. But it’s still surprising how he handles the whole ’demon lord’ thing. Most people would be, I don’t know, freaking out?"
Red nodded knowingly. "Well, Larry’s not most people. He even tried to pet once. In my battle form. On the battlefield. It was the first ti in my life."
I couldn’t argue with that. Larry was a unique character, the kind who could probably face a dragon and challenge it to a ga of poker. It was part of what made him such a good friend, his ability to roll with the punches. "You know, it’s not just the demon lord thing. Even his current whole demon hunter getup is sothing else. Have you seen that cool uniform of his?"
Red nodded, his little eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh yeah, the whole ’I’m here to save the day’ look. It’s not bad, but I kinda feel like it doesn’t match his vibe."
I laughed at Red’s observation. "You’ve got a point. Larry is more of a casual kind of guy. The whole superhero ensemble seems a bit too... official for him."
In the midst of our banter, a bell chid, its sound echoing through the room like an announcent.
*Ding Dong!*
My head snapped toward the door, eyebrows raising in mild surprise. It seed Mrs. Clea had zipped over faster than I’d anticipated. I figured she’d still be knee-deep in dealing with the fallout from the earlier attack, but turns out, she’d managed to fast-track her way to my doorstep.
I shot a quick glance at Red, who, for once, seed to be at a loss for words. Maybe it was the unexpected arrival.
"Who’s that?" Celia’s voice echoed from the kitchen, curiosity dripping from every word. Jill, caught in the midst of fry-induced bliss, barely noticed the bell.
"I’ll get the door," I announced, pushing back my chair and standing up.
I rose from my seat, the worn-out floor creaking beneath my weight as I sauntered toward the entrance. Red was back to his feet and followed .
As I reached the door, I pulled it open with the nonchalance of soone accustod to the unexpected.
"Hey," I began, ready to greet the demon hunter chief, but the words froze on my tongue. It wasn’t Mrs. Clea standing there, poised and composed. Instead, the figure before was clad in a demon hunter’s gear, and it wasn’t just any demon hunter, it was Nathan.
My casual greeting morphed into a stunned silence. There was an unsettling absence of anyone else around him.
He wasn’t infected, though. His eyes glead with full consciousness. The realization hit like a bolt, Nathan had co of his own accord, not at Mrs. Clea’s behest. This wasn’t a routine visit, sothing out of the ordinary had brought him to my doorstep.
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