The Incubus System Chapter 959. Not Enough

The Incubus System Chapter 959. Not Enough

My words seemed to hit Celia hard. But soon, she shook her head slowly, her gaze turning sad. “It's not enough…” she said in a melancholic tone, her voice barely above a whisper. I opened my mouth to say something, but she spoke again, her voice even softer this time. “For me, it's not enough…”

I let out a long exhale, feeling the frustration and helplessness building inside me. I knew Celia well enough to understand that once she had made up her mind, it was nearly impossible to change it. She saw everything through her own lens, and no matter what I said, it wouldn’t alter her perspective. I knew how stubborn she could be.

Finally, I nodded and pressed my lips together, resigning myself to the reality of the situation. “You own your life, Celia. Whatever path you take, I will support you," I said, my voice steady but filled with the sincerity of my promise.

I reached for the plate containing my portion of fried rice and brought it to the dining table. I noticed that the portion was less than usual, a clear sign that Celia didn’t want me to be too full since I was going to see Emma soon. It was a small gesture, but it showed that she still cared deeply, even if she was struggling with her own emotions.

Once I sat down, the familiar aroma of the fried rice filled my senses. The smell was comforting, a reminder of simpler times when a meal prepared by Celia was enough to make everything feel right. But tonight, the food seemed to carry an additional weight.

Celia followed me to the table, sitting down across from me with her own plate. For a few moments, we ate in silence, the only sounds being the clinking of utensils and the soft hum of the kitchen appliances. The silence wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but it was heavy with the things we both wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for.

She occasionally glanced at me, her eyes searching for something I couldn’t quite discern. I didn’t know what to say either. The path she chose—whether to embrace her demonic heritage or to live as a human—I would support her no matter what. But her words about being a target for our enemies lingered in my mind.

The truth was, her concerns were valid. As much as I wanted to shield her from the harsh realities of our world, I knew that our bloodline made us perpetual targets. If it were just low-level demons, Foxy and the others could handle it without much trouble. But what about high-level demons?

The thought of them made my blood run cold. These weren’t creatures that could be easily dispatched. If one of them set their sights on Celia, the consequences could be dire. And then there were other demon lords, each with their own agendas and schemes. The political and territorial conflicts among demon lords were complex and often brutal. If Celia were to be caught in the crossfire, the results could be catastrophic.

Worst of all, there was the Colossal Eye. Its motivations were inscrutable and I didn’t know its power limit.

I tried to shake off my thoughts, giving myself a stern mental warning. 'Seriously, stop overthinking! That might never happen!' I admonished myself. I didn’t know why, but lately, my mind had been racing with countless worries, even about things that hadn’t happened and might never happen. It was exhausting. Sure, being careful and thinking one step ahead was necessary, especially in our world, but it sometimes made it hard for me to enjoy the present.

I glanced at Celia again, trying to push away the dark thoughts that had been clouding my mind. She deserved to be happy, to have a life free from constant fear and danger. The path she chose, whether to embrace her demon side or live as a human, was hers alone to decide. My job was to support her, not to burden her with my fears.

I sighed internally, reminding myself that I needed to focus on the here and now. Celia needed me to be present, not lost in a sea of what-ifs. 'For now,' I thought, 'my incubus protection should be enough to keep her safe.' It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was what I could offer at the moment.

Once I finished my food, I got up and took my plate to the sink. The clinking sound of the plate against the stainless steel echoed softly in the kitchen. I rolled up my sleeves and began to wash the dishes, letting the warm water calm my mind.

I glanced back at Celia, who was still sitting at the dining table. Her plate was half full, and she didn’t seem to be enjoying her food. I could tell our conversation had affected her more than she let on. Her eyes were distant, lost in thought, and the usual spark in them was dimmed by our earlier discussion.

I dried my hands and walked over to her, placing my hand gently on her head. “You need to eat well,” I said softly, my voice filled with concern. “I will come back tomorrow.”

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. I leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, hoping to convey the depth of my support and love for her. She closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss for a brief moment, before opening them again with a faint smile.

I then turned to Foxy and my pets, who were watching us from the corner of the room. “Protect her,” I said, my voice carrying the authority of a command but the warmth of a plea.

Without waiting for their answers, I left the kitchen and headed upstairs to my room. Once inside my room, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind for the tasks ahead.

“Portal,” I murmured, using my skill to open a shimmering gateway in front of me. The portal glowed. As I stepped through, I flicked my fingers, activating my Demon’s Clothes skill. My casual clothes melted away, replaced by attire more suitable for going out.