The Incubus System Chapter 1527. Me Like Praise

The Incubus System Chapter 1527. Me Like Praise

I smiled. “I will report it to the queen.”

The two angels watched me.

“She wanted to be the bridge between me and your king,” I said. “And I can’t open the portal there myself. So wait.”

The silver-haired angel smiled gently.

“I see. The queen, then.”

He stepped closer to the barrier.

Not much.

Only one pace.

His weapon remained sheathed.

His hands no longer glowed as brightly.

His face softened, like he had decided diplomacy required warmth.

“We did not come to create conflict, Erebus. I am Serion,” he said. “This is Caerun.”

Caerun gave the smallest nod.

Serion placed one hand over his chest. “If the queen truly serves as bridge, then perhaps we should not stand as enemies.”

My eyes stayed on him.

He was smooth. Not like Nathan, who had all the subtlety of a sword thrown through a window.

Serion’s warmth came layered. His voice softened at the edges. His posture loosened. Even his light dimmed into something less threatening.

A good performance.

He looked past me at Lust City again. “Your city is… different from what we were taught. I see life here. And order.”

Leon’s mouth twitched faintly behind me.

Licheri whispered, “Compliment detected.”

“Don’t fall for it.”

“I am not. But me like praise.”

Serion smiled. “I mean no offense. Truly. I expected rot. Screaming. Endless violence.”

Caerun stepped closer too, his golden eyes studying me with focused intensity. “You protected a human today.”

My smile thinned.

“You did not kill him,” he added.

“Disappointed?”

“No,” Caerun said. “Surprised.”

Serion’s eyes softened. “You are not what we expected.”

That warmth.

That slow pressure.

They were easing forward, word by word, step by step, lowering the sense of threat.

They wanted to get closer.

I let them. I wanted to know what they wanted.

“You know,” Serion said, “if you truly wish for negotiation, we can help.”

I tilted my head. “Can you?”

“We are not inner court,” he said. “But we understand the border patrols, the old corridors, the places where the realms touch.”

Caerun added, “We can guide future contact away from Light Dimension’s civilians.”

Smart bait.

Peace bait.

Responsibility bait.

My favorite flavor of trap.

Leon shifted slightly behind me, but I lifted two fingers.

Wait.

Let them talk.

Serion took another step.

His boots reached the outer edge of the barrier line.

His eyes never left mine.

“You and the king do not need to clash blindly.”

I smiled. “Does the king know you believe that?”

Something flickered in his eyes.

Caerun said, “Not all servants agree with every method.”

“Servants,” I repeated. “Honest word.”

Caerun’s face hardened.

Serion gave him a tiny glance.

Control yourself.

So Serion was the talker.

Caerun was the blade.

Classic pair.

Pretty, deadly, emotionally constipated.

Angels really did have types.

Serion looked back at me. “May we speak somewhere less… armed?”

Licheri whispered, “Tell them no.”

Leon said quietly, “Your Highness.”

I smiled. “Here is good.”

Serion sighed softly, as if disappointed but understanding.

Another performance.

“I suppose caution is natural.”

“It keeps me alive.”

“Does it?” he asked. The words were soft.

His hand moved.

Barely.

Caerun moved at the same time.

The air changed.

For a split second, their warmth vanished.

Their faces emptied.

Their hands flashed white.

Igniting.

Called it.

Serion’s palm pressed flat against the barrier, and holy script exploded outward, burning a hole through the city shield with surgical precision.

Caerun vanished.

Not teleportation.

Speed.

He slipped through the tiny breach like a spear of light, sword already in hand, blade aimed straight for my throat.

Fast. Very fast.

Assassins.

Both of them.

No shout.

No holy speech.

Honestly, refreshing.

Nathan could learn from them.

I leaned back.

Caerun’s sword passed an inch from my neck.

My mask split slightly from the pressure.

At the same moment, Serion flicked two fingers, sending three needle-thin beams through the breach toward my chest, stomach, and left eye.

Cute.

I snapped my fingers.

“Shadow Barrier.”

[You have formed a barrier]

Black glass formed at an angle.

The beams struck and bent away, deflected into the ground where they burned three silent holes into the stone.

Leon’s guards moved.

“Hold!” I barked.

Everyone froze.

Because if the guards rushed in, the assassins might use them as cover, hostages, or corpses.

This was my stage now.

Caerun landed behind me and reversed his grip, stabbing toward my spine.

I teleported.

His blade pierced empty air.

I appeared above Serion, one hand already reaching for his face.

Serion looked up calmly.

A halo-like ring snapped open behind him and blasted upward.

[Holy Countermeasure Detected]

I twisted midair.

The blast almot grazed my side.

I landed on top of the gate wall, crouched low.

Caerun was already moving again.

Serion stayed by the breach, widening it.

One distracts.

One opens city access.

“Licheri!”

“On it!”

The breach screamed as crimson threads of Lust City’s barrier tried to close around Serion’s holy script.

Serion smiled gently, still pretending warmth even while trying to break into my home. “Your city core is responsive.”

Licheri puffed in offense. “I am brilliant.”

“He is,” I said.

Then I dropped.

Caerun jumped to meet me.

His sword split into two blades mid-swing.

One real.

One light construct.

I rotated between them, letting the real blade skim my shoulder plate while my tail snapped around his ankle.

His eyes widened.

I yanked.

He flipped sideways in the air.

Before he could recover, I slammed him into the outer barrier.

-Boom!

Holy light cracked against crimson.

Caerun coughed, but rolled with it.

I liked competent enemies.

Hated them too, but respect existed.

Serion’s voice rang out. “Caerun.”

Caerun’s eyes sharpened.

They changed pattern.

At once, both angels released their wings fully.

The air exploded with white feathers.

Beautiful.

Deadly.

Each feather became a razor-thin sigil blade.

Hundreds.

The road outside Lust City turned into a snowstorm of knives.

My smile died. “Leon, shield line.”

Leon’s sword came out. “Defensive formation!”

The demon guards raised black shields. Licheri’s city barrier thickened above them.