June 14, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1469. (Not) Peace and Quiet

“Anyway… Let’s cut the fight. Please give me peace and quiet,” I announced.

The room went silent.

This was the silence of six extremely dangerous beings deciding whether my request for basic domestic peace was adorable, pathetic, or legally binding.

I looked around slowly.

At Nefaris.

At Syntyche.

At Astra.

At Puriel.

Then to Ruby, Foxy, and my pets.

“Agree?”

My gaze stopped especially on the two demon queens and Astra.

Because yeah.

Those three were the biggest risk.

Nefaris was elegant violence with lipstick.

Syntyche was sexy nightmare silk in humanoid form.

And Astra was one emotional misunderstanding away from summoning holy weapons again.

For a few seconds, nobody answered.

Then Nefaris sighed, almost bored. “Fine.”

Syntyche smiled lazily. “Agree.”

Astra stared at the two demon queens for one long second before finally exhaling. “…Agree.”

I exhaled in relief. “Thanks.” Then I raised one finger. “After this? No fighting. Okay?”

Everyone nodded.

Kind of.

Good enough.

I snapped my fingers.

“Cancel.”

[Devil Space has been Cancelled.]

The dome shattered around us like glass made of shadow.

Reality folded inward.

The cracked walls, broken furniture, shattered table, dead sausages, collapsed chairs, spider threads, holy scorch marks, all of it dissolved in a ripple of dark energy.

Then the human world returned.

Whole.

Normal.

The dining table was back.

The chairs stood upright.

The kitchen counter was intact.

The food returned too, sitting there innocently like it hadn’t died a tragic battlefield death two minutes ago.

I stared at the restored sausages. “Welcome back, soldiers.”

Then…

Celia appeared at the staircase again, peeking down carefully like a civilian checking if the monster fight had ended. “…It’s done?”

“It’s done,” I said.

She looked around.

Normal dining room.

Normal breakfast.

Only the number of beautiful women in the room had increased again, which honestly was probably normal by this household’s standards now.

Celia slowly came downstairs. “Sorry for running away.”

I shook my head immediately. “No. You made a great choice.”

“Really?”

“Best tactical decision of the morning.”

She sat down at the table, still glancing between everyone like she was mentally labeling them.

Angel.

Demon queen.

Other demon queen.

Yeah.

Fair.

Ruby’s eyes suddenly landed on the plate in front of me.

The one I made for Celia.

Her expression changed instantly.

Hope.

Actual hope.

Bright eyes.

Tiny sparkle.

Oh crap.

Oh no.

I messed up.

Ruby looked at me with suspiciously soft happiness.

“You made this for me?”

I absolutely did not.

I only made breakfast for me and Celia because Ruby wasn’t supposed to be here this morning. Also she had already consumed my entire sanity upstairs.

I scratched my cheek awkwardly. “Uh…”

Ruby’s smile froze.

“I made it for Celia.”

Silence.

Ruby stared.

I quickly added, “It’s sausage and boiled egg.”

Her lower lip pushed forward slightly.

Pout incoming.

“What about me?”

“Ruby—”

“I made you feel good this morning.”

The entire table froze.

I groaned and stood up. “Fine. Fine. I’ll make yours too.”

Ruby smiled instantly.

Victory.

I walked back toward the kitchen while Celia finally looked down at the plate in front of her.

Then she frowned.

“Brother.”

I paused.

“What?”

“This isn’t boiled egg.”

I looked at the plate.

Egg.

White.

Yellow center.

Cooked.

Close enough.

“It’s poached egg,” Celia said.

I waved my hand while opening the fridge. “Heh. Same thing.”

The room stopped breathing.

Yeah.

I realized my mistake instantly.

Slowly.

I turned my head.

Celia was staring at me.

Not as my little sister.

As a culinary student.

As someone whose entire academic soul had just been insulted by my ignorant mouth.

“…Uh oh.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Same thing?”

I raised both hands.

“No. Wait. I spoke too fast.”

“Boiled eggs are cooked in their shell. Poached eggs are cooked without the shell in simmering water. The texture, method, and—”

-DING DONG!

The doorbell rang.

Salvation.

Blessed holy salvation.

I immediately pointed toward the entrance. “I’ll take it.”

Celia stood halfway.“I’m not done.”

“I know. That’s why I’m leaving.”

‘Teleportation.’

I vanished from the kitchen before the lecture could fully evolve.

The entrance appeared around me in a blur, and I opened the door without hesitation.

Two police officers stood outside.

Uniforms crisp.

Faces serious.

Morning sunlight behind them.

One of them looked at me directly. “Ethan Strongheart?”

I blinked. “Yes. That’s me.”

My voice shifted automatically.

Polite.

Normal.

Human student mode. “Anything I can help with, officers?”

The first officer reached into his jacket and handed me an envelope. “This is from your mother.”

The world stopped.

Not dramatically.

Not loudly.

Just… stopped.

The air around me felt colder.

Every noise from the house faded into the background.

My fingers didn’t move at first.

The officer continued. “She requested to meet you.”

I stared at the envelope.

Plain paper.

Simple seal.

Nothing special.

But somehow it weighed more than any holy sword Astra had thrown at me.

I took the envelope slowly.

My hand felt calm.

“What if I don’t want to meet her?”

The officer’s face didn’t change much.

“You should.”

I looked up.

Slowly.

“Should?”

The second officer glanced past my shoulder.

Bad timing.

Because from the entrance angle, he could see inside.

And inside?

Yeah.

Two demon queens.

Two angels.

Foxy in her human form.

A household that looked like a treaty violation in human form.

His eyes widened. “What’s that?”

The first officer immediately tried to look too.

The second one stepped back, hand moving toward his radio. “Are they demons?”

Something inside me went cold.

My eyes sharpened.

The officer lifted his radio.

I snapped my fingers.

[Illusion Skill Activated.]

My voice came out even.

Flat.

Cold.

“No one is here except me, officers.”

The air rippled.

Subtle.

Precise.

Their eyes went blank instantly.

The second officer’s hand loosened around the radio. “No one here…” he repeated softly.

The first officer blinked slowly. “No one here except you.”

I held their gaze. “You should go now.”

They both nodded. “Yes.”

Then they turned and walked away.

Quietly.

Mechanically.

Like nothing had happened.

I stood at the doorway for several seconds after they left.

Envelope in hand.

Face calm.

Behind me, the house was silent.

They all felt it.