The Incubus System Chapter 1478. Do I Look More Handsome?

The Incubus System Chapter 1478. Do I Look More Handsome?

Larry swallowed.

He looked awkward standing in my luxurious new living room with a dog pressed against his leg, angels watching him, demon queens listening, and my sister holding a spatula like a holy interrogation tool.

But he spoke.

He told them about the dream.

Not dramatically.

Just in that flat, trying to stay normal way humans used when something terrifying happened but they were still pretending they had breakfast properly.

He said he had been asleep. Then his dream shifted. There had been no clear place at first, just darkness with a pale glow somewhere far away. Then a woman’s voice came. Soft. Beautiful. Almost like a lullaby. It didn’t sound threatening, and that somehow made it worse. It called him a holy child of light. Said his light was dim, buried, waiting. It told him he could accept more power, become stronger, inherit pure light. He said it felt like the voice was touching something inside his blood.

At that part, Puriel’s face became very still.

Astra noticed too.

So did I.

Larry rubbed the back of his neck. “And then I woke up,” he finished. “That’s it.”

Puriel nodded slowly. “And what do you want to do with it?”

Larry answered immediately. “I don’t want them to detect me.”

No hesitation.

Puriel watched him carefully. “You do not want power?”

Larry gave a dry laugh. “I mean, power sounds nice in theory.”

He glanced at me briefly.

“But the last time I got that kind of offer, I got kidnapped, tied in a demon hunter chamber, and injected with holy vaccine from your holy power by high officials in the Demon Hunter Association.”

Puriel flinched.

Just slightly.

But I saw it.

Larry’s voice softened a bit, like he realized she didn’t deserve all of that weight. “So… nope.”

He lifted both hands.

“No mysterious holy upgrades for me. No dream lady. No pure light inheritance. No glowing destiny. I just want to sleep without becoming someone’s project.”

That sentence hit the room harder than expected.

Maybe because everyone there understood, in one way or another, what it meant to become someone’s project.

Puriel stepped closer. “I can help you.”

Larry’s eyes lifted.

“At least to block her, or him, from detecting you,” she said. “If the contact was through your holy resonance, I can cover it. Not erase it. Not remove what is already inside your blood. But I can place a veil over the signal.”

Astra added, “A dream veil.”

Puriel nodded. “It will make him harder to locate in dreams. Harder to call. Harder to mark. If the caller is weak, they will lose him entirely. If the caller is strong…”

Her eyes lowered.

“They may still sense resistance.”

Larry swallowed. “But they won’t be able to just… talk to me?”

“Not easily,” Puriel said.

“Please do,” Larry said immediately.

No hesitation.

Just please.

Puriel smiled gently. “Sit down.”

Larry glanced at the couch.

The expensive dark velvet couch.

Then at me.

“Am I allowed to sit on furniture worth more than my house?”

I looked at Celia.

Celia shrugged. “It’s furniture.”

I stared at her. “Who are you and what did wealth do to my sister?”

She ignored me.

Larry carefully sat on the edge of the couch like the fabric might invoice him.

Red immediately jumped up beside him.

“Red!”

The dog froze. “What?”

“That couch is probably more expensive than my tuition!”

Nefaris waved lazily. “Let him sit. It suits him.”

I looked at her. “The dog?”

“Yes.”

Larry patted Red’s head. “I think Red outranks me in this house.”

“He does,” Shadow said from somewhere on the new shelf.

Larry jerked. “Where did that cat come from?”

Shadow stared down at him like a judgmental gargoyle. “I live here.”

“I know, but why are you on the shelf?”

“Because now we have shelves.”

Puriel knelt in front of Larry, her hand hovering near his forehead. “May I?”

Larry nodded. “Yeah.”

Astra stepped closer too, watching the process with professional focus.

Syntyche and Nefaris stayed back, but their expressions had changed. Less playful now. More protective. Maybe because Larry was mine in the friendship sense. Maybe because anyone targeted by Light Realm became relevant to them.

Maybe both.

Puriel closed her eyes.

A soft glow gathered around her fingers.

Not bright.

Not harsh.

Warm.

Like morning light through curtains.

“Holy Dreamcraft.”

Larry stiffened at first, but Red pressed against him and he relaxed slightly.

Puriel whispered something in a language I didn’t recognize.

The glow spread from her fingers to Larry’s forehead, then sank inward like water soaking into paper.

Larry inhaled sharply.

I stepped forward immediately.

Puriel opened one eye. “He is fine.”

“I’m fine,” Larry confirmed, though his voice sounded weirdly far away.

A thin ring of pale gold appeared around his temples for one second.

Then Puriel lifted her other hand and drew a slow circle in the air.

Astra watched carefully. “His holy resonance is faint,” she said.

“Dormant,” Puriel replied. “But the trace of Renart’s blood is real.”

My chest tightened slightly at Dad’s name.

Even after death, his kindness was still protecting people.

And apparently endangering them too.

Complicated legacy.

Very on brand for my family.

Puriel’s glow dimmed.

The golden ring sank fully into Larry’s skin and vanished.

Larry blinked.

Then touched his forehead.

“…That’s it?”

Puriel smiled softly.

“That’s it.”

Larry exhaled in relief. “Do I glow?”

“No,” I said.

“Do I look more handsome?”

“Also no.”

Larry stared at me. “You answered too fast.”

“You asked easy questions.”

Celia snorted from the kitchen.

That sound made the room feel normal again.

A little.

Larry leaned back on the couch carefully. “Thank you,” he said to Puriel.

Puriel’s smile warmed. “You are Ethan’s friend.”

Larry glanced at me. “Apparently that gives me health benefits, a grade boost, and supernatural insurance.”

I crossed my arms. “And house access.”

“And expensive couch access,” he added.

“Temporary.”

Red pressed his head against Larry’s lap. “Permanent,” Red said.

I sighed.