The Incubus System Chapter 744. Desperate

The Incubus System Chapter 744. Desperate 

An ugly frown appeared on my forehead, creasing my features with worry. "Huh? But how come? How can she fight demons?" I bombarded Mrs. Clea with a flurry of questions, my curiosity mixed with a tinge of concern.

Mrs. Clea sighed, her expression mirroring my own. "She made a fake demon hunter uniform and used Myra's magic bracelet," she explained in a serious tone, her voice laced with apprehension. It was clear that she shared my worries about Miranda's dangerous endeavors.

I rubbed my temples, trying to process the information. How could I have overlooked the existence of the bracelet? Even though it wasn't openly sold, it was entirely possible for Miranda to have stolen it. After all, she had worked at Myra's mansion for quite a long time. "Right, so I'm assuming she failed the demon hunter test then?" I asked, hoping for some reassurance that Miranda hadn't bitten off more than she could chew.

"Yes. Her emotions are too unstable," Mrs. Clea replied with a disappointed sigh, her voice carrying a hint of concern.

I let out a low, regretful whistle. "That's a pity..." I muttered, my tone laced with bitterness. It was disheartening to think that Miranda's actions were driven by her own inner turmoil, pushing her towards such a dangerous path.

Mrs. Clea peered at me intently, her eyes searching for any signs of understanding. "Does she have any reason for doing that?" she pressed further, her curiosity evident in her tone.

I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair as I contemplated how to articulate my thoughts. "It's complicated," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and frustration.

"Myra," I began, my voice carrying a weight of sorrow and remorse. "I mean the real Myra," I quickly corrected myself, knowing the gravity of the situation. "She handed Miranda over to an incubus years ago. That incubus subjected her to inhumane treatment, pushing her to the brink of madness. When I finally rescued her, I had no choice but to erase her memory and make her forget. I thought that would be the end of her suffering, but then the demons snatched away her boyfriend's life," I explained, my voice tinged with a deep sadness.

Mrs. Clea's expression softened, her eyes reflecting the pain of understanding. "I see... Cruel fate has truly toyed with her," she murmured, her regret echoing in her words.

A heavy silence settled between us as the weight of Miranda's past and the challenges she faced hung in the air. I couldn't help but feel responsible for the role I had played in her life. I had hoped that by erasing her memories and providing her with a fresh start, she could find some semblance of peace and happiness. Yet, it seemed that the scars ran deep, and the wounds inflicted upon her were far from healed.

"Well, my servant has been doing everything possible to support her," I continued, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern. "We've taken her to see doctors, seeking professional help to assess her mental health and offer guidance. But it's clear that the road to recovery won't be easy," I admitted, my head shaking with a sense of helplessness.

"So we're dealing with a lunatic woman," Mrs. Clea stated, her tone tinged with a mix of concern and frustration. Her words hit me like a cold gust of wind, sending a shiver down my spine. The realization that Miranda's actions had escalated to such a dangerous level weighed heavily on my mind.

I nodded, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "The police won't catch her, right?" I asked, turning my gaze back to Mrs. Clea, seeking reassurance or a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Mrs. Clea sighed, her expression reflecting the weight of the predicament we found ourselves in. "Not yet," she admitted with a hint of resignation. "But if she continues down this path, it's only a matter of time before she attracts their attention. Her presence in Lightglen City yesterday has already raised concerns and put us on high alert," she explained, her voice laced with a mix of empathy and determination. As the chairwoman of the demon hunters, she had a responsibility to uphold order and protect innocent lives, including a troubled individual like Miranda.

"I see... I will do what I can to help her," I muttered, my mind racing with possible solutions.

Mrs. Clea arched an eyebrow, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Let me guess, are you planning to brainwash her?" she ventured, her tone tinged with skepticism.

I nodded, acknowledging her astute observation. "Yes," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. The idea of brainwashing Miranda may seem drastic, even unethical to some, but I couldn't bear to see her spiraling further into darkness. "Some memories are just too painful to bear," I added, a tinge of sadness coloring my words. I understood Miranda's pain on a deeply personal level, and if there was even a slim chance of granting her some respite, I was willing to take it.

Mrs. Clea crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on me with a mix of concern and admonishment. "You're just going to make her do the same thing again, Ethan," she warned, her voice carrying a tone of caution.

I sighed, feeling the weight of her words. She had a point, and deep down, I knew it. But what other choice did we have? Leaving her trapped in a state of anguish and torment wasn't fair either.

"Look, Mrs. Clea," I began, frustration creeping into my voice. "Keeping her trapped in this endless loop of despair isn't fair to her either. She deserves a chance at a normal life, free from the torment that plagues her every waking moment." I shook my head, my brows furrowed in deep contemplation. "You of all people should understand that," I added, hoping to appeal to her empathy.

Mrs. Clea's stern expression softened slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. She had indeed experienced her fair share of pain and anguish in her past, albeit in a different context. Perhaps, deep down, she did understand the desperation and longing for freedom that consumed Miranda's soul.