The Incubus System Chapter 1027. Twisted Morality

The Incubus System Chapter 1027. Twisted Morality

At the mention of Ethan, Mia cringed, her face contorting into an expression of discomfort. I frowned at her, confused. “What?” I asked, genuinely curious about her reaction.

She looked at me, half-amused, half-disgusted. “Did you just say Ethan is uglier than you?” she asked, her tone teasing but with a hint of judgment.

I had to admit, that was ironic. I hadn’t meant to sound like I was insulting my human form, but yeah, I had sort of reached that conclusion. Ethan’s face, while not bad, didn’t exactly carry the same magnetic appeal as my current form. I forced a grin. “Well, at least Ethan’s face doesn’t attract as much attention as this one,” I pointed out, gesturing to my own.

Mia shook her head, clearly not buying into my logic. “So?” she pressed, her arms crossing again as she waited for me to come up with a better plan.

I sighed, considering my options. “I guess I’ll have to borrow someone else’s face,” I said, remembering I had Camouflage skills that could let me blend in. “Or maybe I could turn into an animal, and you could smuggle me in. Like a dog or a cat?”

Mia’s nose wrinkled, and she shot me a look of pure disbelief. “Uh… you do realize you’re in the Serpent tribe’s palace, right? We’re basically huge snakes. Cats and dogs aren’t exactly our thing.”

“Right,” I muttered, immediately catching her drift. The thought of me as some fluffy house pet slinking around a palace full of serpent folk was ridiculous. “Okay, what about insects? Like, I don’t know, a cockroach?” I suggested, hoping I wasn’t completely out of ideas.

Mia grimaced, a full-body shudder running through her. “Ugh, please don’t,” she said, her voice dripping with disgust. “We have enough creatures crawling around here without you adding to the mix. I’ll just send you a photo of a staff member’s face on my phone. You can turn into him. Much less revolting.”

I nodded, giving in. “Okay, fair point. Let’s go with that.”

Mia pulled out her phone, swiping through photos with quick, efficient motions. “Here,” she said, holding up the screen. “This guy is a low-level staff member. He moves around the palace all the time, so no one will question you.”

I studied the face on the screen, committing it to memory. The guy looked pretty average—short, cropped hair, plain features, nothing that would stand out in a crowd. Perfect. I activated my camouflage skill. A moment later, I looked exactly like the guy on Mia’s phone.

“How’s this?” I asked, my voice now a bit deeper to match the man’s tone.

Mia tilted her head, looking me over. “It’s good. You’ll blend right in.”

I gave her a quick nod, but I couldn’t help feeling a little relieved that she’d vetoed the animal idea. The last thing I needed was to crawl around the palace floor as a bug or a rat, dodging snake hybrids left and right.

I plopped myself down on the couch. For now, all I had to do was wait for Zalira to meet us. It should have been easy, just sitting here with nothing but time.

A frown creased my forehead as a thought resurfaced. “Mia, can I ask you something?”

She looked over at me, her expression softening. “Of course. What is it?”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase the question. “Why didn’t you ask about Elros at all? You know, when I mentioned that he almost caught me on the rooftop?”

Mia chuckled softly and moved to sit beside me on the couch. “I didn’t think I needed to,” she said with a casual shrug. “I know what you’re capable of. Elros is no match for you, and honestly, I didn’t think he’d pose much of a problem. I mean, Damian, you fought a demon lord by yourself and closed that massive crack between two worlds. You’ve done things that most humans—hell, most demons—couldn’t even dream of. Elros is just… Well, he’s not a challenge for you, is he?”

Her words were light, almost teasing, but they hit the nail on the head. She was right. Elros was nothing compared to the battles I’d fought and the impossible tasks I had already accomplished.

Still, a small part of me had expected her to show a bit of concern, at least for my sake, but she had placed all her trust in my abilities. It was flattering, but also a little unsettling.

I opened my mouth to respond, but Mia’s expression shifted. Her casual demeanor faltered, replaced by a subtle hint of worry. She glanced at me with wide eyes, her brow furrowing in sudden concern.

“Wait… You didn’t… kill him, did you?” she asked, her voice tinged with panic.

The abrupt shift in her tone caught me off guard, and for a second, I just stared at her, trying to process the question. I hadn’t expected her concern to flip like that. She wasn’t worried about me. She was worried about Elros.

I blinked, caught off guard by her question. “No, no,” I said quickly, waving my hands in reassurance. “I didn’t kill him. I used Mind Corruption to wipe his memory, that’s all. He won’t even remember seeing me.”

She exhaled again, this time with more certainty, and leaned back as well, a hand running through her hair. “Okay… good. I was just—well, I wasn’t expecting you to mention him, and when you did, I got worried. Elros can be difficult, but he doesn’t deserve to die just because he’s loyal to Zalira.”

I nodded, understanding her concern. Elros had his own loyalties, and I could respect that, even if he had been a thorn in my side. Killing him would have been excessive, especially when there were better ways to handle the situation. But I wasn’t some mindless demon that slaughtered everything in his path. I had a purpose. A plan. Especially… Morality.

Well, it was a bit twisted now, but I knew I still had it.