The Incubus System Chapter 875. I Can Hear Your Pets Talking To Me

The Incubus System Chapter 875. I Can Hear Your Pets Talking To Me

I took a moment to savor a bite of my scrambled eggs before directing my attention back to Larry. "What about that one elder?" I questioned, recalling the peculiar pose Larry mentioned earlier. My gaze lingered on him, waiting for an answer.

He furrowed his brow, seemingly contemplating my inquiry. "Which one?" he asked, seeking clarification.

"The one you said posed absurdly," I clarified, a touch of amusement in my tone. "Did they mention anything about it?" I pressed.

Larry shook his head, a nonchalant expression playing on his face. "Nope. They didn't mention anything about it," he replied with a casual shrug.

I couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at his nonchalant response. Nathan's suspicious expression from the previous night lingered in my mind. "Nothing at all? No strange reactions or comments from the others?" I pressed further, hoping to uncover any hints.

Larry shook his head, still maintaining an air of indifference. "Nope. They were all focused on more important things.”

I couldn't help but cringe at Larry's casual admission. "So, they swallowed your words whole and genuinely believed it was me who pulled that stunt?" I sought confirmation, finding it hard to fathom that the demon hunter organization could entertain the idea of a demon lord engaging in such absurd antics.

With a nonchalant grin, Larry affirmed, "Yup!" as if it were just another casual escapade.

My disbelief transformed into exasperation. "Is my reputation not bad enough that you had to add this bizarre incident to the mix?" I questioned, feeling a blend of frustration and irritation. Larry might have seen it as a harmless prank, but the repercussions of being associated with such peculiar behavior were not lost on me. "I mean, come on. What do you think they're saying about me now?" I continued, imagining demon hunters speculating about my apparent eccentricities and possibly concocting wild stories about peculiar fetishes involving the elders. It was a surreal twist to my already complicated relationship with the Demon Hunter organization.

Larry shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the potential consequences. "Just a bit of fun, Ethan. Lighten up," he suggested, as if his idea of fun didn't involve tarnishing my already questionable reputation.

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "Fun for you, maybe," realizing that dealing with the aftermath of Larry's impulsive pranks would be an enduring part of my existence.

I sighed, contemplating how to navigate yet another unusual situation courtesy of my well-intentioned but mischievous friend.

Larry maintained his mischievous grin but adopted an innocent expression. "Okay, okay. Enough with that face. Now you understand why I bestowed upon you those sandwiches," he declared.

I shot him a flat stare. "So, that's my bribe?" I questioned, my skepticism evident.

"You got it, pal!" he affirmed with unwavering enthusiasm.

I sighed deeply, deciding that a few sandwiches were a small price to pay for Larry's peculiar sense of humor. "Anyway, let's shift gears. Any updates on the infected ones?" I inquired, steering the conversation toward a more serious topic.

"Well, not much to report so far. No sign of any infected individuals," he responded with a hint of exhaustion. A yawn escaped him.

"That's a relief, but I appreciate your dedication. It's crucial to stay vigilant," I acknowledged, recognizing the importance of their tireless efforts in maintaining the safety of the community.

Larry stretched his arms and stifled another yawn. "Yeah, well, it's part of the job. Gotta keep this place demon-free," he said with a casual yet determined tone. “Tho we have to stay up all night to check the area.”

I took a moment to chew my food as Larry shared the struggles of his sleep-deprived night. "You haven't slept yet?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nope. The organization declared this a state of emergency, so they ordered us to patrol the area. It was incredibly boring!" he complained, adopting a tone that resembled a child whining about a tedious chore.

Red chimed in, shaking his head in sympathy for Larry's predicament. "Sounds like a real hassle," he remarked.

Larry turned to Red, finding solace in the agreement. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, emphasizing the magnitude of his night's troubles.

Foxy, who was still in her fox form, added her perspective to the conversation. "Luckily, Master never asked us to do that. Our night hunts usually only last a few hours," she mentioned, offering a glimpse into the comparative simplicity of our nocturnal activities.

Larry's gaze shifted toward Foxy, his expression transitioning from relief to a growing sense of bewilderment. "Master? You mean Ethan?" he clarified, a faint smile on his lips. "It's good to hear he's still himself. I'm glad he treats his pets well," he added.

However, his momentary tranquility gave way to a sudden realization, and a puzzled look crossed his face. His eyes fixed on Foxy, and a noticeable pallor overtook his complexion. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to me, his voice shaky as he addressed me with uncertainty. "E-Ethan…" he stammered, grappling with the words he was about to utter.

I glanced at him, curious to understand the source of his newfound distress. "Hm?" I responded casually, awaiting the revelation that seemed to trouble him.

With a trembling hand, Larry raised a finger, pointing directly at Foxy and Red. The urgency in his voice became palpable as he continued, "I think there's something wrong with me. I can hear your pets talking to me." His words spilled out in a stammer, and the distress on his face hinted at a vulnerability bordering on panic.

"They can talk, Larry. They are demons," I said, the casualness in my tone punctuating the peculiarity of our situation.

“Ow…” Larry nodded repetitively, though his face remained noticeably pale.

“Pfft, stupid human,” Shadow sneered from his chosen perch—a chair where he had evidently decided to catch a few winks.

The room fell into a brief, contemplative silence. Larry's brows furrowed in thought before he couldn't contain his bewilderment any longer. In a sudden outburst, he exclaimed, "What the heck!?" The surprise in his voice echoed through the room.