The Incubus System Chapter 873. Magic Thread

The Incubus System Chapter 873. Magic Thread 

Panicked, I swiftly turned off the stove, rescuing the sausages from the brink of a culinary catastrophe and relocating them to a plate. The kitchen had narrowly escaped my potential cooking mishap, and I could sense Celia's lingering disbelief.

In the midst of my breakfast rescue mission, Celia cast a curious glance in Foxy's direction. "The slime demon didn't infest his head last night, right?" she whispered, her gaze fixated on me. Foxy, appearing equally puzzled, joined in the scrutiny of my morning activities.

Foxy responded, "Master is a demon lord, so a low-level demon like them shouldn't be able to do it." Despite her assurance, there was an unmistakable tone in Foxy's voice that suggested she, too, found the spectacle of me cooking breakfast to be a remarkable event.

In my own defense, I couldn't fathom why my culinary endeavors warranted such scrutiny. The scent of slightly burnt sausage lingered in the air.

"Hey, I heard that," I complained, setting down the pan and turning to face the duo of disbelief — Celia and Foxy — who seemed utterly perplexed by my culinary escapade. Setting the plate down on the kitchen counter, I shot a bemused look at Celia and Foxy. "It's just breakfast. A normal one. It’s not like I make something special like Egg Benedict or something," I remarked, as if unveiling a grand revelation.

Gathering all the dirty dishes, I approached the sink and neatly stacked them in a temporary sanctuary for used kitchenware. Balancing my plate with the now-rescued sausages, I delivered a stern gaze to my two baffled spectators. "Stop thinking weird things and eat your breakfast. I feel better today, so I decided to make the food. Is there anything wrong with that?" I retorted, a hint of annoyance lacing my words. Cooking breakfast, apparently, had become a monumental event.

A frown appeared on Celia’s forehead. "Feel better? Why?" she inquired, her eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity, as if I had just uncovered a secret recipe.

In response, I took a seat at the dining table, ready to engage in morning talk. "Puriel just taught me something," I declared, as if revealing the secret to newfound well-being.

Foxy's ears perked up at the mention of Puriel. It was so cute. "What did she teach you, Master?" Foxy inquired, her fox-like curiosity evident in her eyes.

Grinning, I lifted a forkful of my half brown scrambled eggs to emphasize my point. "A meditation technique. It's calming, and apparently, it's a thing in the light dimension," I explained between bites, savoring the unusual blend of flavors in my home-cooked breakfast. I ended it with a shrug, offering a nonchalant response, "Well, a demon lord needs his moments of zen too, right?" I defended myself.

In curiosity, Celia retrieved her plate and claimed her seat opposite me. Foxy settled beside her, while my pets took residence in the adjacent chairs, creating an impromptu breakfast assembly.

"Do you want to become a cultivator now? I thought that only existed in stories and films?" Celia queried, her eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and intrigue.

I shrugged, nonchalantly savoring the warm, buttery goodness of my toast before responding, "No. This is different. I can just detect magic flow now. Maybe it can help me someday,” I said with a mouthful. My voice sounded muffled.

"For?" Foxy chimed in, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Taking another bite, I glanced at Foxy, who seemed particularly eager to delve into the details. Setting down my toast, I leaned back, ready to share this newfound revelation. "Like to find someone," I disclosed. "Everyone has their own magic thread. The color and the feel are very different, even though they are both humans or demons. That's very interesting. Apart from that, some have thicker threads than others or are more dense. It shows how strong that person is," I elaborated, attempting to distill the complexities of magical detection into digestible tidbits.

Celia raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident. "Will that be useful?" she inquired, probing for practical applications.

Swirling the contents of my drinking glass casually as if I were drinking the wine, I replied, "Maybe for tracking something." The revelation sparked a realization. Tracking the elusive senators could become substantially more accessible with this newfound ability. The challenge, however, lay in distinguishing their magical signatures from the intricate tapestry of magic threads. 'Perhaps that focused telepathic link could offer a solution,' I mused, contemplating the potential synergy with my incubus skills. The prospect of refining this ability into a useful tool intrigued me, but the journey toward mastery had only just begun.

Foxy chimed in, "Like?"

I offered a noncommittal shrug, taking a bite of my sausage before elaborating, "Dunno. I just learned it, I haven't mastered it yet." The untapped potential of this newfound skill lingered like a promise of uncharted possibilities. Would it eventually manifest on my skills list, or would it remain a subtle, passive knack like my Demon's Clothes?

Celia's initial skepticism seemed to thaw as she acknowledged, "Well since you feel better, it's supposed to be a good thing. Whether the skill is useful or not doesn't matter." She took a hearty bite of her scrambled eggs, but a sudden frown marred her satisfaction.

I chuckled at the oversight. "Oh, I forgot to add salt and pepper. Just grab them in the kitchen," I nonchalantly suggested.

Celia responded with a wry smile. "At least, with this, I know that you are the real Ethan, not an infected one," she sneered, playfully challenging my culinary skills. She rose from her chair.

Foxy leaned in, her curiosity evident in her eyes. "So what are your plans for today, Master? You're going to let the organization kidnap you, right? Are you going to walk around aimlessly?"

I shot her a wry smile. "Not aimlessly. I will wait for a signal from Mrs. Clea for this," I replied, emphasizing the strategic nature of my actions. It was Mrs. Clea who would be holding the strings to my abduction plan.