The Incubus System Chapter 1557. Private Tutoring II

The Incubus System Chapter 1557. Private Tutoring II

My lips curved slightly. “What are you want talking about?”

Lysathiel didn't answer immediately. She stood behind her desk, her elegant fingers resting against a stack of papers. The sunlight streaming through the classroom windows illuminated her pale hair, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. She glanced toward the closed classroom door before looking at me again.

“The decision wasn't mine.”

I raised an eyebrow. ‘Straight to business?’

“I already tried speaking to him,” she continued. “But he refused to listen.” Her voice remained composed, although I noticed the faint tension around her eyes.

I placed my bag on the nearest desk. “Are we talking about the assassination attempt or the angels wandering around the Human World?”

Lysathiel frowned. “Angels in the Human World?”

I studied her expression. That was genuine surprise. Or she was an exceptionally talented actress. Considering she'd successfully convinced an entire college that she was an ordinary professor, I couldn't completely dismiss the second possibility. Still, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Yeah.” I nodded casually. “I found quite a few of them last night.”

Her expression became serious. “Where?”

“Different places. Scattered around the Human World.” I leaned against the edge of a nearby desk. “Some were simply observing.” I paused. “But others?” My smile faded. “They were bullying humans. Threatening them. Hurting people who couldn't defend themselves.”

Lysathiel's fingers tightened slightly against the papers.

I continued, “Apparently, some of your angels believe possessing holy power gives them the right to treat humans like insects.”

“That shouldn't be happening.”

“Shouldn't?” I chuckled. “Your Majesty, there's a rather large difference between what should happen and what actually happens.”

Her expression tightened at the title. I didn't particularly care. We were alone now. There was no reason to pretend she was merely my professor.

“Some of them were practically announcing their superiority,” I continued. “You know, the usual nonsense. Humans are inferior. Demons are corrupt. Angels are the chosen ones.” I gave her a thin smile. “Very inspiring philosophy. Especially when delivered while terrorizing innocent people.”

“Did you confront them?”

“Some.”

Her gaze sharpened. “What happened?”

I tilted my head. “Would you prefer the polite answer?”

“Ethan.”

“Fine. The ones attacking innocent people are dead.”

Lysathiel stared at me. She lowered her gaze briefly.

I watched her carefully. I was getting rather tired of that particular moral exercise. “There were also dimensional cracks,” I added.

Her head lifted.

“Temporary ones. Connected to the Light Dimension.” I gestured vaguely toward the windows. “They appeared in different locations. Some were unstable, others seemed controlled enough to allow passage.”

Lysathiel's expression changed. Not dramatically. But enough. “Are you certain?”

“Quite.”

I folded my arms. “I don't know whether your people deliberately created them or simply took advantage of existing weaknesses. But either way, I don't like it.”

She remained silent for several seconds. Then she shook her head. “I knew about the assassination attempt. But the angels in the Human World…” Her brow furrowed. “I wasn't informed of any such operation.”

“Really?”

“No.”

I studied her face. She didn't look pleased. Actually, she looked considerably more troubled than she had when our conversation began. So Aurelion wasn't merely ignoring his wife's objections. He might also be keeping her uninformed about activities outside their realm. What a charming marriage.

“Well.” I spread my hands. “Congratulations. Now you know.”

She gave me an unimpressed look.

I smiled. “Don't thank me. Public service.”

“Ethan, this isn't amusing.”

“No,” I agreed. My smile slowly disappeared. “It isn't.” The change in my voice made her fall silent. I stepped closer to her desk and rested one hand against its polished surface. “Just for your information, I've had enough.”

Lysathiel watched me carefully.

“I've spent far too much time wondering whether I should behave, whether I should be patient, whether I should keep giving your people opportunities to prove they're different.” I exhaled through my nose. “And you know what I got? More attacks. More accusations. More people telling me that my existence is somehow offensive.” My fingers tapped once against the desk. “I don't care whether you continue observing me or not. You're welcome to keep playing professor if that's what you want.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“But understand something.” I leaned forward. “I'm not going to behave anymore.”

Lysathiel held my gaze. “Ethan…”

“If you think I'm a bad guy, fine.” I smiled.  “I've killed your people. I've threatened enemies. I've done things that would probably make your precious celestial court choke on its own righteousness.” I straightened slightly. “But there's something I want you to remember.” My voice became colder. “I didn't start this.”

Lysathiel's lips parted.

I continued before she could speak. “Your husband did.” The words hung between us. For several seconds, neither of us moved. I could hear faint footsteps outside the classroom, accompanied by students laughing somewhere down the corridor.

Lysathiel finally lowered her eyes. “I warned him,” she said quietly. “I told him that attacking you would only make things worse. That forcing you into a confrontation would accomplish nothing.” Her fingers curled against the edge of the desk. “But he wouldn't listen.”

I studied her. There was frustration in her voice. And exhaustion. Not the physical kind. The kind that accumulated after years of speaking to someone who had already decided your opinion didn't matter. I recognized it. Perhaps not from marriage, but certainly from my own experiences with people who believed their authority made them incapable of being wrong.

“Then maybe you're talking to the wrong person,” I tilted my head. “You've already tried changing his mind and it didn't work.”

Her expression tightened. “Ethan…”

I leaned closer across the desk. “Then here's a little idea.” I smiled. “If you can't change him…” I paused deliberately. “…change the guy.”

Lysathiel went completely still. For a moment, her eyes widened. Then her expression changed. She understood. She was far too intelligent to mistake my words for an innocent suggestion about improving communication within her marriage. I wasn't asking her to persuade Aurelion again. I was suggesting she reconsider where her loyalty belonged. And perhaps who deserved to stand beside her.