The Incubus System Chapter 1508. You Want Me to Princess Carry Him?
The Incubus System Chapter 1508. You Want Me to Princess Carry Him?
Lysathiel swallowed. “I see.” Her voice softened, barely. “You thought what you did was cruel. And you still did it.”
I looked back at the wall where Aurelion’s presence had disappeared. “Yeah.”
Lysathiel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?”
I smiled faintly behind the mask. “Which reason do you want?”
She said nothing.
I stepped over a crack in the floor and stopped beside Nathan’s unconscious body.
“One reason is strategy,” I said. “Your husband gave him power to make him useful against me. So I made him useless.”
Lysathiel’s expression tightened. “And the other reason?”
I looked at Nathan.
My voice cooled. “He hurt my friend.”
Lysathiel looked like she had expected something more complicated.
She didn’t get it. Some things didn’t need poetry.
I crouched beside Nathan and checked his pulse with two fingers against his throat.
Stable.
I sighed. “Congratulations, Nathan. You survived being stupid.”
He didn’t answer. Maybe unconscious Nathan was his best version.
[Target Status: Stable]
[Foreign Holy Authority: Removed]
I stared at the last line. “Don’t judge me.”
Lysathiel stepped closer. “The gate may not let him leave easily.”
I glanced at her. “Because he came by choice?”
“Because power was bestowed in this realm. Removal may trigger review.”
“Review?” I asked in confusion.
“The realm checks whether something stolen is being taken out.”
I cringed so hard. ‘What the hell? Is this place an airport? Do we need to go through immigration and everything?’ I screamed internally.
I looked at my hand. “Great. Even Light Dimension has customs.”
Lysathiel’s mouth twitched despite herself. Tiny. Almost invisible.
Then gone.
“I can escort both of you.”
“Will that work?”
“I am still queen.” The bitterness in that sentence was quiet, but sharp.
I stood, then grabbed Nathan by the back of his collar and lifted him slightly.
He dangled. Again.
Really, this was becoming a theme.
Lysathiel stared.
“You could carry him more gently.”
“I could,” I said. “I don’t want to.”
Her gaze flattened.
“Just use both hands to support his neck and his legs.”
I cringed harder. “You want me to princess carry him?” I looked down at Nathan’s unconscious face, then back at her. “Him? Over my dead body. No.”
Lysathiel deadpanned. “Ethan.”
“He’s alive,” I reasoned.
“He is unconscious.”
I grinned mischievously. “Exactly. He can’t complain.”
She sighed.
I adjusted my grip slightly, not enough to be tender, but enough to stop his head from smacking the floor.
There. Charity. I’m a good guy for my standard.
I looked once more toward the empty wall. No presence.
Aurelion had watched his gift be taken apart and said nothing.
Coward.
Patient.
Or planning.
Probably all three.
I smiled faintly. Then looked at Lysathiel. “Lead the way, Queen.”
Her eyes met mine.
For some reason, she didn’t correct me. She only turned toward the exit of the arena, wings forming behind her in a controlled shimmer of light.
I followed, dragging the unconscious idiot behind me.
The act was over.
And the message had been delivered.
Now came the most terrifying part.
Bureaucracy.
I dragged Nathan by the back of his collar while Lysathiel walked ahead of me with the calm posture of a woman who had been born into politics and cursed by furniture arrangement. Her wings shimmered behind her, not fully spread, not fully hidden. Just enough to make every angel nearby remember she was royalty.
Nathan’s boots scraped against the arena floor.
-Scrape! -Scrape! -Scrape!
Very undignified, but deserved.
Lysathiel glanced back once. “You are doing that on purpose.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Yeah, this was me, being petty.
“He has legs,” she pointed.
“He refused to use them,” I shrugged.
“He is unconscious.”
“Exactly.”
She stared at me for two seconds, then looked forward again.
The arena exit opened before her. The white stone split into a glowing archway, symbols unfolding from the walls like petals. The second we stepped through, the air changed.
More administrative pressure.
A circular hall waited outside the arena, wide and bright, with high ceilings and floating panels of light rotating overhead. Angel guards stood in formation, but none moved to stop us. Their eyes went to Lysathiel first.
Then me.
Then Nathan.
Then Nathan being dragged like a sack of failed justice.
A few expressions twitched.
We reached a gate platform at the far end of the hall. It looked like the entrance we came through, but stricter. The rings of light were smaller, sharper, stacked like layers of locks. Symbols moved across the floor, scanning every footprint.
I slowed. “So this is customs?”
Lysathiel sighed. “In your words, yes.”
“Wow.”
She looked at me. “What?”
“I wasn’t inspected when I got dragged here before.”
Her mouth pressed into a thin line. “That was not an official entry.”
“Ah.” Of course.
So when Astra kidnapped me from the toilet, that was illegal transportation.
Makes sense.
I had wondered why Heaven’s immigration system allowed bathroom abduction without paperwork. Apparently it didn’t. Astra just broke the law with excellent wings and emotional panic.
“And when I left?” I asked.
“You were escorted out through emergency spatial transfer.”
“So still illegal.”
“Unregistered,” Lysathiel corrected.
“Illegal with prettier wording.”
She did not deny it.
Nice.
I glanced at Nathan’s unconscious face. “So when king or queen brings someone in legally…”
“They must leave legally.”
We stepped onto the platform.
Immediately, rings of light rose around us.
[Holy Exit Review Initiated]
[Travel Party: 3]
[Registered Host: Queen Lysathiel]
[Guest: Masked Angelic Entity]
[Unconscious Human: Nathan]
[Flag: Bestowed Authority Removed]
The last line flashed brighter.
The platform hummed.
A projected figure formed in front of us. Not a person exactly. More like an angel-shaped official made of light, expressionless and polite in the most terrifying way.
“State departure reason.”
I looked at Lysathiel.
She looked at the light official. “Guest return to human realm. Medical extraction of human participant.”
The figure turned its blank face toward Nathan.
“Human participant entered under royal provision. Bestowed authority no longer detected.”
I raised my hand slightly. “About that—”
Lysathiel’s gaze snapped to me.
I closed my mouth. Fine. No jokes with customs. Tragic.