The Incubus System Chapter 1510. Angel?

The Incubus System Chapter 1510. Angel?

I placed one hand over my chest. “I am honored.”

“That was not permission to be dramatic.”

“Too late.”

She returned to Nathan’s mind, light pulsing once more.

Nathan’s breathing steadied. The tension on his face eased, though he still looked like someone had lost an argument with a truck.

Finally, Lysathiel stood. “I did my responsibility.” She turned toward me. “I suppose the rest will be yours.”

I blinked.

“What do you—”

-Whoosh!

White-gold light wrapped around her.

And she vanished.

Just like that.

No goodbye.

No “thank you for not starting a war.”

Gone.

I stood there.

Silent.

The noon sun continued glaring.

Nathan lay on the rooftop.

Students laughed somewhere below.

A bird landed on a nearby railing, looked at me, then flew away like even it refused responsibility.

I huffed. “Of course.” I looked down at Nathan. “So…”

The idiot remained unconscious.

“I need to bring this guy back? To his house?”

I closed my eyes. I really wanted to complain.

Actually, no.

I did complain.

Internally.

Here was the problem.

I couldn’t bring him back as Ethan.

Why?

Because Jenny would see Ethan dragging Nathan home and suddenly think Ethan was reliable.

Nope. Absolutely not. That was how responsibility reproduced.

First, someone cried and asked for help.

Then you helped once.

Then suddenly, your name became emergency contact.

Then next thing you knew, people called you every time their brother disappeared, their cat became haunted, or their cousin married a suspicious priest.

Ethan Strongheart was not becoming the local supernatural rescue service.

Again.

Also, I couldn’t bring him back as Damian.

Because Damian was “Celia’s cousin.”

If Damian delivered Nathan, Jenny would ask Celia. Celia would ask me. Nathan might eventually do something stupid again, and somehow the Strongheart family would become involved.

Again.

Nope.

I needed a stranger.

A kind stranger.

A random witness.

Someone who found a drunk man passed out and returned him out of basic human decency.

Yes.

Perfect.

I raised my hand.

“Camouflage.”

[You have activated your Camouflage skill.]

My body shifted.

Bones didn’t break or anything dramatic like that. It was smoother, like the system had taken my appearance and slid it sideways into another possibility.

Damian’s sharp male face softened into a female version.

Still Damian. But now with softer lips, narrower jaw, longer lashes, and the same eyes that said, ‘I know where to bury secrets and I own the shovel’.

My hair lengthened slightly, falling over my shoulders in dark waves. My clothes changed into simple human fashion. Loose blouse, jeans, sneakers, nothing too fancy, nothing too suspicious.

And this time… Important. Very important!

I wore a bra.

Yes.

Because I had learned from previous disasters that details mattered.

If I showed up at Jenny’s door looking like a mysterious woman, carrying her unconscious brother, while looking too disheveled or too underdressed, Jenny might assume something awful.

Like I was a prostitute who had taken advantage of her brother.

Or he had taken advantage of me.

Or both.

Human imagination was dangerous.

I needed to look like a responsible random woman.

Someone who paid taxes.

Someone who bought bottled tea at convenience stores.

Someone who saw a drunk man on the street and thought, ‘Ah, poor idiot. Let me contact his family’.

Yes.

That was the plan.

A perfect plan.

At least at first.

I crouched beside Nathan.

“Okay, justice boy,” I muttered in a voice now smoother, lower-feminine, and honestly very convincing. “Let’s take you home before I regret charity.”

I reached for his arm, planning to sling him over my shoulder or maybe use Telekinesis to make him easier to carry.

Then Nathan’s eyes snapped open.

I froze.

He stared at me.

I stared back.

For two full seconds, neither of us moved.

His gaze was unfocused, confused, exhausted, and completely unaware he was on a rooftop with the person who had just ruined his holy glow-up career.

Then his eyes moved over my face.

Female Damian face.

His lips parted.

Oh no.

No.

Don’t… Don’t say something stupid.

Nathan swallowed weakly.

“…Angel?”

I blinked.

Wow.

That was somehow worse than expected.

I slowly smiled.

Kind random woman plan? Dead.

New plan? Improvisation.

I leaned closer and said softly, “You drank too much.”

Nathan blinked again.

Then whispered, “I saw… light…”

“Club lights,” I said immediately. “Very bright. Very cheap.”

His brows furrowed. “I fought…”

“A chair,” I quickly answered.

“…A chair?”

“You lost.”

His face twisted with instinctive offense.

Okay, at least the memory alteration worked.

Nathan could forget Light dimension, the wing, and me siphoning him. But he could not emotionally accept losing to furniture.

Excellent.

He tried to sit up.

His body refused.

He groaned and fell back down.

I patted his shoulder. “There, there. The chair was very strong.”

Nathan closed his eyes.

“…Where am I?”

I looked around the college rooftop.

Ah.

Good question.

Very good question.

Why would a drunk man be on a college rooftop?

I smiled. “Complicated.”

His eyes opened again.

Suspicious. Even half-dead, the man had suspicion in his bones.

“You…”

I tilted my head. “Yes?”

“Do I know you?”

My smile became brighter. Warmer.

Completely fake.

“No.”

He stared.

I could almost see his brain trying to work through pain, memory gaps, and probable concussion.

Then he whispered, “You are beautiful.”

I patted his cheek once. “Smart boy.”

His eyes widened slightly.

I cleared my throat and corrected my tone. “I mean, no. I’m just a kind random woman who found you unconscious.”

Nathan stared harder. “You don’t sound random.”

“Alcohol makes people paranoid.”

“I don’t drink.”

“You did last night.”

His face twisted with horror. “I did?”

“Yes. A lot.”

He looked genuinely disturbed.

This was working.

Mostly.

Then he tried to move again, winced, and whispered, “My body hurts.”

“You lost to a chair,” I reminded him kindly.

His face hardened. “I refuse.”

“You can refuse reality later. First, home.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him upright.

He groaned.

Very satisfying.

Not because I was cruel.

Because it was Nathan.

Different.

As I helped him stand, he leaned heavily on me, still dazed.

I looked toward the rooftop door. Then down at the students below.

Okay.

Plan update.

Get him downstairs unseen.

Deliver him like a normal human being.

Avoid Jenny attaching responsibility to Ethan, Damian, Celia, or any known entity.

Simple.

Nothing in my life ever went wrong with simple plans.

Nathan suddenly muttered, “You smell familiar.”

I stopped. Slowly turned my head.

He squinted at me.

I smiled. “Chair polish.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You hit your head very hard.”

He seemed to accept that. Barely.

I exhaled. Now I just had to carry my enemy home while disguised as a woman, convince his sister he was drunk, avoid being recognized, avoid questions, avoid guilt, and maybe still make it to college before the day ended.

I looked up at the noon sky.

“Dad,” I muttered, “if you’re watching, please understand I am trying.”

Nathan leaned heavier against me.

I almost dropped him.

He groaned. “Who are you? Why do I feel I know you?”

I smiled sweetly. “Your punishment for losing to a chair.”