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The Incubus System Chapter 1075. Not An Almighty Queen I
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 18:04:11 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1075. Not An Almighty Queen I
“You probably want an explanation or at least some kind of reassurance from me.” My gaze softened as I looked at her. “I get it. Even though Puriel deserves her freedom, I know what she meant to your kingdom. She wasn’t just an asset—she was your biggest commodity, the backbone of the holy vaccine production.”
Zalira’s silence stretched between us, her eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. I could see the weight of her thoughts, the unspoken fears she carried. It wasn’t anger or resentment—it was worry. For her people, for her responsibilities.
“You’ve got fears and responsibilities,” I continued. “To your kingdom, to the people who depend on you. I understand that.” My voice lowered, thoughtful. “If I were in your position, I’d probably feel the same way. It’s not an easy choice—sacrificing one life for the survival of an entire kingdom. But it’s a choice you’ve had to live with.”
Her gaze flicked to mine, and for a moment, I thought she might snap back, might deny the decision. But instead, she let out a soft sigh. “Now you understand,” she said quietly.
I nodded. “Yeah. I do.” There was a pause before I asked, “So, what do you want then? What do you need from me?”
She hesitated, her hands clasping tightly in front of her as if trying to steady herself. “I just… I just wanted to see you.”
I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “That’s all?”
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she looked away, clearly embarrassed by the simplicity of her answer. “Well… no,” she muttered, trying to gather her composure. “The sword. You mentioned it last time. I… maybe you could show it to me.”
Her attempt to redirect the conversation was so transparent I almost laughed. It wasn’t about the sword—not really. She just needed a reason, something tangible to make this whole meeting feel less awkward, less vulnerable.
I smirked, deciding to let her have her excuse. “Alright,” I said casually. “I can show it to you. But I’m not sure how it’ll affect the barrier. Shouldn’t be an issue since I’m a Nephilim now.”
Her head tilted slightly, curiosity replacing the awkwardness. “Nephilim?” she asked, her voice soft but intrigued.
“Yeah,” I said, gesturing vaguely to myself. “Half demon, half angel. Basically, I’m a hybrid now. It’s… complicated, but that’s the short version,” I said with a shrug. “Honestly, it’s been a nice change of pace. Walking into a place like this without my system screaming at me? Pretty refreshing.”
Her lips quirked into a faint smile, though the tension in her shoulders didn’t fully relax. “That’s an impressive transformation,” she admitted.
I let out a soft laugh. “You wouldn’t like me any other way, Zalira.”
Her gaze sharpened, but there was a flicker of amusement there. “Let’s not get carried away, Damian.”
“So… do you still want to see the sword?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. “You’ve been curious about it since we first met, haven’t you?”
Zalira hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her expression turning serious. “Yes. I want to see it.”
I extended my hand to the side, my palm open. “Nightmare,” I commanded, my voice steady.
In an instant, the air around my hand shimmered with dark energy. The sword materialized in my grip, its black blade humming softly.
For a moment, I stood still, waiting. My eyes flicked to the edge of the room, half expecting my system to throw up a warning like [Barrier breach detected!] or [Holy interference imminent!] But nothing came. The air remained calm, undisturbed. The balance of my Nephilim nature seemed to hold steady.
“Good,” I muttered under my breath, my tension easing slightly.
Zalira’s eyes were locked onto the sword, her lips parted in awe. She slithered closer, the soft sound of her tail gliding over the polished floor breaking the silence.
“This…” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief. “I can’t believe it’s real. Something like this should be nothing more than a relic of the past. And yet…” Her gaze traveled along the blade, taking in every detail, from the faintly glowing runes etched into the metal to the dark, almost liquid sheen of the surface. “It looks… new. Untouched by time.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction. “Nightmare’s not an average weapon,” I said, my tone light. “Want to touch it?”
Zalira’s eyes flicked to mine, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. “Can I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I said, holding the sword out slightly toward her. “But you can’t take it away from me. The moment it leaves my grip, it’ll vanish. Nightmare’s bound to me. It’s as much a part of me as my wings.”
She hesitated, her fingers hovering near the blade, as if she were afraid to disturb it. “And… it won’t hurt me?” she asked, glancing up at me.
I shook my head. “It’s not dangerous unless I make it so. Go ahead.”
Slowly, Zalira reached out, her fingertips brushing the edge of the blade. A soft glow rippled from the contact point, the runes along the sword’s surface flaring faintly. She gasped, pulling her hand back slightly before curiosity got the better of her, and she touched it again, this time letting her palm rest against the flat of the blade.
“It’s… incredible,” she murmured, her eyes wide. “I’ve seen artifacts, relics, and legendary weapons in my time, but nothing like this. It feels alive.”
“That’s because it is,” I said with a grin. “Nightmare isn’t just a weapon—it’s a companion. It grows with me, evolves with me.”
Her gaze lingered on the blade for a moment longer before she withdrew her hand, her expression thoughtful. “You’ve changed more than just your appearance, Damian. Your presence… it’s different. Balanced.”
I nodded. “It feels different too. Like I’m not constantly fighting against something. For the first time, I feel… whole.”
