The Incubus System Chapter 743. The Hunting List

The Incubus System Chapter 743. The Hunting List 

"If she wants to do it, I hope she sees me as me…" I stated firmly, emphasizing my desire to be recognized for who I truly am. It was important to me that Mrs. Clea didn't view me as a mere replacement, but rather as an individual with my own strengths and qualities.

Celia let out a tired sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Right…" she muttered, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. I could tell that she was grappling with her own uncertainties and concerns about the situation.

Diverting the conversation, I couldn't help but furrow my brow in frustration. "Anyway, why don't you talk to me via telepathy?" I suggested, hoping to find a way to communicate that was less conspicuous.

"Isn't she able to join us in telepathy?" Celia's voice echoed in my mind, interrupting the silence that had settled between us.

I paused, caught off guard by her question. It hadn't occurred to me that Pearl might possess the ability to join our telepathic conversation. "True," I responded, acknowledging the possibility. If Pearl had the same gift, it could provide an avenue for us to communicate more freely and discreetly.

However, before we could delve deeper into the topic, an unexpected voice broke through the tranquility of our mental connection. "But doing this in front of me makes you look like naughty kids," Mrs. Clea's voice suddenly resonated from behind us.

We turned to face Mrs. Clea, our guilty expressions transforming into mischievous grins. It was hard to resist playing the part of innocent troublemakers, especially when caught in the act.

"I'm surprised that this guy is the same demon who managed to intimidate me yesterday," Mrs. Clea remarked, her eyes fixed on me as she shook her head in amusement.

I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my head. "Well... I'm still Ethan," I defended myself, my shrug indicating that despite my demon heritage, I was still the same person at heart.

Celia joined in, unable to contain her laughter. "Yeah, don't let the horns and wings fool you. He's still the same dorky brother I know and love," she teased, giving me a playful nudge.

"Hey, I just bribed you with chocolates last time," I protested, feigning offense at Celia's choice of words.

Celia responded with a mischievous smirk, pursing her lips as if holding back laughter. She turned away, clearly enjoying the playful banter between us.

Turning my attention back to Mrs. Clea, I grinned and leaned against the kitchen counter. "So what brings you here?" I asked curiously, genuinely interested in her unexpected visit.

"I came to give you this," Mrs. Clea said, extending a stack of papers toward me. I took it from her, my curiosity piqued. As I scanned the contents, my expression grew more serious with each passing name. It was the hunting list, a compilation of senators' names along with their detailed information. Celia leaned in from my side to catch a glimpse of the list.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and intrigue. The names on the list represented individuals with significant influence and power in the human world. They were the ones responsible for shaping policies and making decisions that affected countless lives.

"Just remember, it's not a fixed list," Mrs. Clea emphasized, her voice laced with caution. "Everything is based on my analysis and information gathered, but I encourage you to verify and investigate each target before taking any action."

"Oh my God…" Celia muttered, her voice filled with shock and disbelief. I could understand her reaction. The names on the list carried weight and significance. The realization of the darkness that lurked behind the façade of politics and governance was unsettling.

As the initial shock settled, a twisted grin crept across my lips. "I don't expect anything less from these senators," I muttered under my breath. The very thought of their corruption and deceit fueled a fire within me. These were the individuals who manipulated the system for their own gain, disregarding the well-being of the people they were supposed to represent. It was time to expose their hidden agendas.

Mrs. Clea's voice cut through the heavy atmosphere, reminding us of the delicate situation at hand. "Yes, that's why I've been extremely cautious," she affirmed, her tone filled with a sense of determination. "The fact that I can still stand against them, that they haven't been able to silence me, it's nothing short of a miracle."

"I have to admit, I was completely taken aback when I first saw this list," I confessed, my voice tinged with a mix of shock and determination. The weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders as I realized the magnitude of the task before me. I turned my gaze towards Mrs. Clea, gratitude shining in my eyes. "Thank you for entrusting me with this crucial information. Rest assured, I will handle it with utmost care."

Mrs. Clea's inquisitive nature got the better of her, and she posed another question. "By the way, have you heard of a girl named Miranda?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts before responding. "Yeah, I'm familiar with her. She is Myra's maid," I explained. “I mean my servant's maid,” I fixed since Myra was dead and it was my servant who took over her place.

"Oh, you do know her. I see I can always count on you for such information," Mrs. Clea remarked with a hint of both compliment and sarcasm in her voice.

I couldn't help but respond with a touch of cynicism. "Oh, wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence," I replied, my tone laced with a hint of self-deprecating humor. It was a playful banter between us, a way to navigate the seriousness of our situation with a touch of levity.

"So, what's the deal with Miranda?" I pressed further, eager to know the reason behind Mrs. Clea's inquiry.

"She appeared several times to hunt the demons alone," Mrs. Clea explained, her voice tinged with concern.

That statement alone was enough to tell me about Miranda's desperate situation.