Chapter 657: You Are The Lord of Perverts? II

The Incubus System Chapter 647. You Are The Lord of Perverts? II

At my answer, Puriel cringed and looked at me with an expression of utter disgust. "So you are the lord of perverts?" she asked, her voice filled with revulsion.

I stared at her impassively, feeling a sense of annoyance at her response. "Yes," I answered, my voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"Ew..." she mouthed silently, her face twisted in an expression of distaste. Her feelings were clear, even if she did not voice them aloud.

I sighed, feeling a twinge of annoyance at her response. "I'm an incubus, what do you expect?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of irritation.

Puriel shifted uneasily, looking away from me as she muttered under her breath. "Uh...kinda right. I should expect that, but the lord of perverts... sounds disgusting." Her words were barely audible.

I raised an eyebrow, fixing her with a flat stare. "Hey, I heard that," I complained, feeling a sense of annoyance at her casual disregard for my feelings.

She quickly returned her gaze to me, putting on an innocent smile. "About what?" she asked, her voice filled with feigned innocence.

I sighed, shaking my head at her attempt to play dumb. "We are in your dream spell, remember? I can hear what you're thinking," I reminded her, my tone slightly nagging.

She smiled dryly, shrugging her shoulders in an expression of apology. "I forgot about that," she admitted, her voice filled with a hint of remorse, but not for her wrong.

Another deep sigh out of my mouth. My expression turned serious as I shifted my focus to the matter at hand. "Right. I will let it slide since I have to talk to you about something important," I stated, my voice filled with a sense of urgency.

Puriel's expression immediately turned to one of confusion, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me with a questioning gaze. "About?" she asked, her tone laced with confusion.

I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Is she dumb? Or have short memories? Has she been trapped here for too long?' I stifled a cringe as I tried to shake off the frustration that was building inside of me.

"About you," I stated firmly, my tone now tinged with a trace of annoyance. "I've become a demon lord. I should have enough power to release you." My words were emphasized, a clear indication of my growing frustration.

Puriel's eyes lit up with a mixture of happiness and disbelief as I spoke. She couldn't quite believe that after all this time, she might finally be freed from her crystal prison. A thousand years of being trapped in the same place would take its toll on anyone, and I could see the relief written all over her face.

However, as soon as happiness appeared, it was quickly replaced by doubt. I saw the change in her expression and was curious about what was going through her mind.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity and a touch of impatience.

She turned to look at me, and I could see the fear in her eyes. "I...I don't know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I should be happy, but at the same time, I'm afraid."

I frowned. "About what?" I asked, trying to encourage her to reveal more about what was on her mind. "Does this have anything to do with the demons?" I speculated.

"No...I'm afraid of the change," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at her hands. "I've been trapped for a long time, and I know I've missed a lot of things. I'm afraid...even if I get out of here, I won't be able to find my place."

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. "Don't worry," I said, my voice filled with reassurance. "I can teach you a lot of things. Besides, I'm sure you can fit in just fine." I spoke from personal experience, as I too had struggled with finding my place in this world. I didn't know how to fit in and tried to hide my identity from the public. I thought I would hide forever. But in the end, it was my partners who accepted me as I was.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Really?" she asked, a hint of hope creeping into her voice.

"Look at me," I said, gesturing to myself. "I'm a demon, angel, and human all in one form, and yet, I've found my place."

I could see that my words had made an impact, and she was looking at me silently, contemplating my words. Her eyes fixed upon mine.

The silence was deafening, and I could feel the weight of her thoughts as she considered my words. I knew that I had to say something more to further reassure her.

"You are an angel," I said, my voice filled with certainty. "You should be able to find that out easier than me."

After a brief moment of silence, she spoke again, her voice filled with sadness and uncertainty. "You're right," she said, "But I'm still afraid that humans will think I'm stupid." Her voice was like a mournful song, the sadness clear in every word that she spoke.

I looked at her with a level gaze, my eyes fixed upon hers. I could see the fear and insecurity that were written all over her face, and I felt a deep sadness for her. "Well, you are indeed kind of dumb," I said, my voice low and filled with a hint of sarcasm. It was a payment of her previous annoying gaze.

She looked at me in disbelief, her eyes fixed upon mine. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice filled with anger and frustration.

I turned away from her, trying to play it off innocently, even though I knew she could hear me. "Nothing," I said, my voice light and nonchalant. I could feel her eyes upon me, and I knew that she was angry and frustrated with me.