The Incubus System Chapter 1517. A Sacred Trinity
The Incubus System Chapter 1517. A Sacred Trinity
Celia did not look convinced.
Not even a little.
Her eyes narrowed.
‘You? Not seduce someone?’
Wow.
Betrayal.
From my own sister.
Jenny finally noticed me properly. She wiped her eyes and looked at me with trembling gratitude. “You… you brought him home?”
I smiled. A safe smile. “Yes. I found him outside. He was… not in good condition. He got into a fight and lost to a chair,” I said.
Nathan’s head snapped toward me.
Jenny blinked.
Celia covered her mouth. Not to gasp. To hide laughter.
Jenny stared at Nathan. “A chair?”
Nathan looked like he wanted to vanish. “I don’t remember that part.”
“Convenient,” I muttered.
Jenny’s tears trembled into something dangerously close to laughter, but worry still won. She grabbed Nathan’s arm and pulled him inside.
“Come in. Sit. You look awful.”
“I fought bravely,” Nathan said.
“Against furniture?” Celia asked softly.
Nathan flinched.
I almost laughed.
Then Jenny turned back to me. “Please come in too. I need to thank you properly.”
Nope.
Absolutely nope.
Emergency alarms.
Responsibility detected.
Bonding incoming.
Possible family gratitude and recurring character involvement.
I lifted both hands. “No need. Really. I was only passing by.”
Nathan looked at me. His eyes softened again. “You’re leaving already?”
Damn it! Why did he say it like that?
Jenny heard it too. Her eyes moved between us.
Oh no. No, no, no.
Celia’s cringe reached spiritual levels.
I forced a smile. “Yes. I have things to do.”
Nathan took a step toward me, then winced.
Not fake this time.
Jenny immediately held him tighter. “You are not moving.”
He looked frustrated.
Great! Stay there! Be injured responsibly!
I stepped back.
Jenny bowed her head. “Thank you. Really. I don’t know what happened, but thank you for bringing my brother home.”
My chest tightened.
I looked away slightly. “Just… keep an eye on him. Don’t let him go out alone for a while.”
Nathan’s gaze sharpened faintly.
Suspicious?
No.
Worried.
Interested.
Still worse.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.
Celia made a tiny choking sound.
Jenny blinked.
I smiled. My smile hurt. “I hope not.”
Nathan’s face fell a little. Then, because apparently my mouth hated clean exits, I added, “For your health, I mean.”
His expression changed again. Hope returned.
I needed to leave before this evolved.
I took another step back. “Take care.”
It made him freeze slightly.
I turned and walked away. Like a kind random woman.
Behind me, I heard Nathan softly say, “Damina…”
Oh, kill me.
Not literally.
But spiritually, yes.
I kept walking.
Celia’s gaze burned into my back like judgment from a much smaller, more terrifying Light Dimension.
Once I reached the corner, I finally slipped out of view.
Only then did I exhale.
Hard.
Like my soul had been holding its breath since Light Dimension’s customs department decided to exist.
I leaned against the wall of a quiet side alley near Nathan’s neighborhood. No people nearby. No cars stopping.
I raised my hand.
“Cancel Camouflage.”
The female Damian version dissolved.
The hair shortened. My face softened. My body shifted back into Ethan Strongheart, ordinary college student.
I even copied the same clothes Foxy had been wearing at college while pretending to be me.
Casual shirt. Pants. Student look.
Harmless.
Weak-looking.
I pressed my back harder against the wall and massaged my temple.
“Ugh…” My voice sounded tired even to me. “I will never, ever do that again. I should have just left him there.”
A pause.
“No. I’m kind enough bringing him back.”
Yes.
That was true.
I had done the good thing.
The responsible thing.
The merciful thing.
The stupid thing.
Those four things had a very uncomfortable overlap in my life.
I lifted my hand, ready to open a portal back.
Then I saw it.
Across the street, not too far from the alley entrance, stood the glorious red and yellow sign of McRonald.
The sign practically glowed under the noon sun.
My stomach growled.
Loud.
Ah.
Right.
I hadn’t eaten a thing.
The first thing I did this morning was finish homework, get warned by a cosmic eyeball, find out Nathan disappeared, enter Light Dimension legally, fight him, steal borrowed holy power, and commit identity fraud as a hot woman.
Breakfast had died before it was born.
Lunch was calling.
And it called with fries.
My mouth watered. “No,” I whispered to myself.
My stomach growled again.
“Yes,” I corrected.
I grinned.
Finally.
Something good.
Food.
The only thing in this world that would never bring me trouble.
I walked toward McRonald happily. Like a man going to meet his true love.
The door chimed when I entered. Cold air conditioning hit my face. The smell of fried potatoes, grilled patties, sugar, and processed joy wrapped around me like a blessing Heaven could never replicate.
I went straight to the counter. “Burger set. Large fries. Cola. Extra fries.”
The cashier blinked. “Extra fries?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
I had earned those fries.
I paid, waited, got my tray, then found a corner seat near the window.
Perfect.
A place where I could sit, eat, and pretend I was not a cosmic political problem.
I sat down.
Burger.
Fries.
Cola.
A sacred trinity.
I sipped my cola first. Cold sweetness hit my throat.
I almost teared up.
Civilization…
Then I took one fry.
Crispy.
Salty.
Golden.
I closed my eyes. “Ah…”
Peace.
At last.
I unwrapped the burger slowly, respectfully, like opening a treasure chest. The bun steamed faintly. The sauce smelled perfect. The patty sat there, warm and helpless, unaware it was about to heal a demon prince’s soul.
I lifted it.
Took one bite.
One.
Just one.
Then I felt it.
A stare. Not even a peek.
An open stare. Heavy and aggressive.
The kind of stare people gave enemies, murderers, debt collectors, or someone eating the last limited-edition dessert.
My chewing slowed.
I turned my head toward the window.
Across the street stood Nathan.
Freshly returned home Nathan.
He stood on the sidewalk with one hand braced against a wall, pale, injured, and staring straight at me through the McRonald window like I had personally insulted his bloodline.