The Incubus System Chapter 1509. More Than Bare Minimum
The Incubus System Chapter 1509. More Than Bare Minimum
The light official continued, “Authority residue detected in guest.”
Lysathiel’s voice stayed calm. “The authority was removed due to instability and risk of human vessel collapse.”
“Was removal sanctioned?”
I looked at Lysathiel.
Lysathiel looked at the official. Her face didn’t change. “Yes.”
The lie was so elegant I almost applauded.
The official pulsed. “Sanction source?”
Lysathiel lifted her chin. “Queen’s emergency discretion.”
Nice! Political wife card.
The official hesitated.
Even Light Dimension’s customs didn’t know how to argue with that.
[Royal Discretion Claim Detected]
[Reviewing Authority Conflict]
[King’s Watch: Inactive]
[Queen’s Escort: Active]
I glanced upward.
Inactive.
So Aurelion really disappeared.
Or he chose not to object.
That was interesting.
The light official lowered its head. “Departure approved with notation.”
“Notation?” I muttered.
Lysathiel said softly, “Do not ask.”
I absolutely wanted to ask.
I did not.
Personal growth.
The rings around us began rotating faster. Light crawled over Nathan first, checking his body. He groaned weakly.
I looked at him. “Still alive. Don’t worry.”
He didn’t respond.
Wonderful conversation.
Then the light touched me.
It paused.
[Identity Mask Detected]
[Angelic Signature: Incomplete]
[Halo Absence: Confirmed]
[Bloodline Resonance: Restricted]
The official’s head tilted.
I tilted mine back.
We stared at each other.
I whispered, “Don’t be weird, Ethan.”
Lysathiel’s wing shifted, light spilling around us. “He is my guest.”
The pressure released just like that.
The official bowed. “Queen’s guest acknowledged.”
The gate opened.
A path of white-gold light stretched outward, pointing down toward the human realm.
I exhaled. “See? Easy.”
Lysathiel gave me a look. “That was not easy.”
She closed her eyes briefly, probably counting every regret that had brought her to this moment.
Then she stepped into the gate.
I followed, dragging Nathan with me.
The gate swallowed us.
And finally, the light dimension let us leave legally.
The gate spat us back onto the college rooftop with a soft golden flash, like Heaven was trying very hard to pretend it had manners.
The first thing that hit me was the sun.
No, really.
It glared.
Straight into my face.
Like even the human realm sky had been waiting for me with judgment.
The second thing that hit me was time.
Because when we left, it was still early morning. The rooftop had been empty, quiet, soft with pale light and student laziness.
Now?
Noon.
Bright.
Hot.
Very inconvenient.
I looked over the edge of the rooftop and saw students walking below, people sitting in the yard, a few groups laughing near the cafeteria path. College life was happening normally, which offended me. Truly. How dare the world continue being normal while I went through Light Dimension customs dragging an unconscious demon hunter like rejected luggage?
Nathan still hung from my grip.
I dropped him onto the rooftop floor. Not gently.
But also, to be fair, I didn’t throw him.
That was kindness.
A charitable act.
The queen beside me looked down at Nathan’s body, then at me. “You look like you have a grudge against him.”
I nodded innocently. Very innocently.
The kind of innocence that could definitely survive in court if nobody checked evidence.
I swung my hand in front of my face.
The silver mask dissolved into thin light, peeling away from my features and revealing Damian’s face beneath. Not Ethan’s soft human face.
“Not really a grudge,” I said.
Lysathiel stared at me.
I continued, “He simply made everything complicated. More work for me. And I had no choice but to save his ass. So yeah, I already did more than bare minimum.”
The queen huffed.
Actually huffed.
Then shook her head side to side like she had discovered a new species of exhausting creature and somehow married into a worse one.
Nathan groaned faintly.
Both of us looked at him.
He didn’t wake. Maybe this was the version of Nathan I could tolerate. Quiet. Flat on rooftop. No sword. No speeches. Excellent improvement.
I looked back at Lysathiel. “So what’s your plan?”
“My plan?”
“Yeah. Are you letting him keep memories of that dimension of yours? Or what?”
Her expression turned serious again.
I pointed at Nathan with my thumb “Because last time, I remember I altered his mind about the Great Demon and all that. Made him lose some grudge toward me. At least enough that he didn’t charge at me every time he saw me.”
Lysathiel’s gaze lowered.
“And I’m sure it was your husband who made his memory come back,” I added. “That’s why he chose power.”
Saying it made my jaw tighten.
Because Nathan’s choice had been real.
But that choice had been fed.
Guided.
Aurelion didn’t force the knife into Nathan’s hand.
He simply reopened the memory of the person Nathan hated most, gave him a sword, and waited.
Very holy.
Very kingly.
Very punchable.
Lysathiel was silent for a moment. Then she said, “Fine. I will alter his mind.”
“Maybe better this time.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “That was already my intention.”
“Great. Because if he wakes up remembering light dimension, royal light, one wing, me siphoning his borrowed upgrade like a vampire at a buffet—”
“Ethan. Your metaphors are disturbing.”
“My life is disturbing.”
She sighed and knelt beside Nathan.
Light gathered around her fingers, softer than before. Not combat light. Not royal authority. Dream light. Memory light. It flowed in thin streams, entering Nathan’s forehead, wrapping around his temples, then sinking into his mind.
Nathan twitched once.
I watched carefully.
Not because I cared.
Obviously.
I was simply ensuring no hidden Light Realm trap remained.
Yes.
That was it.
Lysathiel closed her eyes. “He will remember what happened as a haze. Fatigue. Stress. Emotional collapse.”
“Sounds believable. He looks like someone whose emotional collapse wears armor.”
She ignored me.
“The night before, he went out alone. He drank in a club. Too much. He fought someone, lost, wandered, passed out. Someone kind found him.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
She paused. “Do you want me to include embarrassment?”
I looked at her.
She opened one eye.
Was that a joke?
From Lysathiel?
Oh. Oh, this queen had layers.