The Incubus System Chapter 1495. What About A Knock?

The Incubus System Chapter 1495. What About A Knock?

Celia looked at me as if asking permission.

I sighed silently. Then nodded once.

Celia shifted the phone slightly. “Ethan is here.”

There was a tiny pause.

Then Jenny’s voice came, desperate and embarrassed at once. “Ethan?”

“Yeah,” I said.

My voice came out calmer than I felt. “Morning, Jenny.”

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “I know this is sudden.”

“It’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine. But saying that wouldn’t help.

“I don’t know what to do,” Jenny said. “Nathan never does this. He can be stubborn, and stupid, and rude, and he doesn’t tell me everything, but he always answers eventually. Always.”

That part sounded genuine.

Not panic exaggeration.

Family instinct.

I understood that too much.

If Celia disappeared without a message, I wouldn’t be calm either.

Actually, no.

I would become everyone’s nightmare.

So yeah.

Maybe I could spare Jenny a little sympathy.

Even if her brother was Nathan.

“Did he leave anything behind?” I asked.

“Like what?”

“Wallet. Bag. Favorite jacket. Anything he always carries.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t check properly. Mom and Dad are panicking.”

I frowned slightly. “Did anyone report it?”

“Report what?”

“To police.”

“They said wait. Maybe he comes back. But Mom is crying, Dad went to look around, and I…”

She swallowed.

“I called Celia.”

Celia’s fingers tightened around the phone.

I glanced at her.

Jenny trusted Celia.

That made things a little more complicated.

“Okay,” I said. “Listen. First, don’t spread rumors about demons eating him.”

Jenny made a tiny choked sound. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I get it. You’re scared. But panic makes people stupid.”

Celia gave me a look.

I shrugged.

What?

It was true.

I continued, “Second, check his room properly. See what’s missing. Phone charger, wallet, weird uniform—”

Celia’s eyes widened at me.

Jenny went quiet.

I coughed. “Uh. I mean… personal stuff. You know. Important things.”

Nice save. Or no…

Jenny didn’t seem to notice.

“Okay.”

“Third, write down when you last saw him, what he wore, if he said anything weird, and who he met recently.”

“Okay…”

“And send it to Celia.”

Celia nodded immediately. “Send everything to me,” she said. “I’ll help you sort it.”

Jenny’s voice cracked again.“Thank you.”

I exhaled slowly. “And Jenny?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t go looking alone.”

She fell silent.

“I mean it,” I said, voice colder. “If Nathan is really missing because of something dangerous, you walking around alone will only make it worse.”

“O-okay.”

Celia softened her tone again. “I’ll call you back after you send me everything, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Celia. Thank you, Ethan.”

The call ended.

The bathroom fell silent.

For a second, neither of us spoke.

Then Celia slowly lowered the phone and looked at me.

I looked back at her.

She asked, “Is it demons?”

“No.”

Immediate.

She blinked. “You’re sure?”

“Almost.”

“Almost?”

I rubbed my face. “It doesn’t fit.”

Celia’s expression tightened. “Nathan is strong?”

I nodded solemly.

She frowned, thinking. “Then who?”

I said nothing.

Because the answer I hated most had already started crawling up my spine.

The Colossal Eye’s warning.

‘The light already made their move. It will borrow someone’s hand. Light follows blood.’

I didn’t like this.

No.

I really didn’t like this.

Nathan had no Renart blood, as far as I knew.

No angelic blood either.

But he was a demon hunter.

He had history with me.

With holy vaccine.

With Association corruption.

And… he had obsession with me, the great demon.

A perfect borrowed hand.

My fingers tightened around the towel.

Celia noticed. “What is it?”

I looked toward the bathroom window. Morning light pressed softly against the glass.

“I had a visitor earlier.”

Celia stared. “What kind?”

“The giant eyeball kind.”

Her mouth opened.

Then closed.

Then she sighed. Yeah, she knew who I meant. “Our family conversation is getting worse.”

“Yeah.”

“What did it say?”

“That someone from the Light side is moving. Not directly. Through someone else.”

Celia’s face paled slightly. “You think Nathan…”

“I don’t know.”

That was the worst part.

I didn’t know.

Maybe Aurelion’s side needed a blade that already hated demons and knew me personally.

For sure, Nathan’s obsession had become useful to someone.

Celia pulled the bubbles closer around herself, suddenly looking less like a fancy lady and more like my little sister.

“Ethan.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to help find him?”

I huffed. “I don’t want to.”

Her eyes stayed on me.

I looked away first.

Damn it.

“I really don’t want to. He tortured Larry and he’s annoying. I’m not a saint.”

“I know.”

“He once tried to stab me while giving a speech about justice.”

Celia nodded solemnly.

I stared at her. Then sighed. “But if someone is using him…” My voice lowered. “If someone is moving through him to reach me or this house…”

Celia finished softly, “Then it’s not only about Nathan.”

I turned toward the door. “I’ll check.”

Celia exhaled in relief. “Thank you.”

I pointed at her without looking back. “Not for him.”

“I know.”

“And don’t stay in the bath too long. You’ll wrinkle.”

I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me.

Then my expression dropped. This morning bath was officially dead.

My jaw tightened. “Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s see who stole the idiot.”

And yes.

That was my official heroic declaration.

Not ‘I shall save him’.

So naturally, my first step was not the Association.

First, I went to Celia’s room. Because the angels should be there.

And if this had even a ten percent chance of being Light Realm nonsense, I wanted the angelic expert department awake.

Or… whatever state angels used instead of awake.

I opened Celia’s bedroom door.

Then stopped.

Puriel and Astra were there.

Sleeping.

But awake.

Also floating.

Yeah.

That was the best way to describe it.

They were both sitting cross-legged in midair, about one meter above the floor, eyes half-lidded, bodies perfectly still, hair and clothes drifting gently as if underwater. Faint holy light surrounded them in slow circular pulses, like breathing.

It looked peaceful.

It also looked creepy.

Like I had walked into a storage room where two high-quality angel dolls were charging.

Puriel’s eyes opened first.

She looked at me. Deadpan. “What about a knock?”