The Incubus System

The Incubus System Chapter 803. Loyal Stalker

The next morning, I woke up a bit later than usual. The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.

As was usual, I made my way to the kitchen to join Celia and the rest of our unusual household for breakfast. The clinking of dishes and the aroma of freshly made French toast greeted me as I entered the cozy space. Celia had prepared a hearty breakfast for me and Jill

Jill, our newest addition, was seated at the table, her demeanor noticeably improved from the previous day.

She sipped her orange juice and engaged in light conversation with Foxy, who sat across from her. Despite her unique circumstances, Jill was beginning to settle into her new environment.

After grabbing a plate of eggs and toast, I settled into my usual seat at the table. I couldn't help but cast a watchful eye on Jill, checking on her with my Observation skill.

It was a reassuring sight to see her without a fever, a sign that her health was steadily improving. We had refrained from administering any medication, unsure of its compatibility with her unique condition. Jill seemed much more at ease.

There was no overt indication of any unusual changes in her strength or abilities. She appeared, for all intents and purposes, like any other child her age.

With breakfast done, Jill went to play, her laughter now ringing through the room, engaged in spirited play with my unusual pets.

Foxy seemed to have taken an instant liking to her. Jill's eyes sparkled with excitement as she darted around the living room, her new friends hot on her heels.

The background noise of the television added to the cheerful ambiance. I had chosen a classic cartoon, something universally enjoyable and light-hearted.

While I decided to help Celia clean up the dishes. As I scrubbed the dishes in the kitchen, Celia leaned casually against the counter, her eyes occasionally darting towards Jill, who was engrossed in the cartoon show on TV.

"So? What did you find last night?" Celia inquired, starting our conversation about Jill.

I continued my dishwashing chore. "Not much," I replied casually. "I only managed to brainwash another senator and convinced a few corruptors to return what they had taken," I answered in a nonchalant tone.

Celia's eyebrows arched inquisitively. "Oh, really? The second one, how did you manage that?"

I paused my dishwashing to offer a brief explanation. "I used my Dream Stealer Skill," I said, then resumed cleaning a particularly stubborn plate. "It gives them nightmares until they decide to cooperate."

Celia was clearly impressed. "Wow! You can really go that far," she remarked, her admiration evident.

I nodded, turning off the tap and reaching for a towel to dry my hands. With the dishes done, I faced Celia. "Yeah," I replied somberly. "I also found out that the experiment has been stopped. They released the children, but most of them ended up in orphanages. And there was only one success from that whole experiment."

Celia's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "You mean there are other children besides Jill? And they just let them go like that?"

I nodded again, elaborating on what I had discovered. "Yes, there are ten of them in total. One of them didn't make it, unfortunately. The orphanage itself is government-owned, and only specific individuals, usually with ties to the government, are allowed to adopt these special children. Most of the adopters work for the government, and they have to sign a letter of agreement."

Celia breathed a sigh of relief. "Thankfully the experiment was stopped," she commented, her worry somewhat alleviated. But her curiosity quickly returned. "Wait... why was the experiment stopped? Did something tragic happen there?" she probed further.

I gave a thoughtful nod. "The main reason is the cost," I explained. "The experiment was too expensive. They used high-end technology and materials. That's why it was limited to just ten subjects, all of whom had to possess a special bloodline."

Celia nodded in understanding. "So, you haven't found out anything about Jill's mom yet?" she guessed.

I shook my head slightly. "I have her identity now, and I plan to look into it tonight before I join the Angel Creation Project." I let out a long breath. "Actually, I want to distance Jill from us as much as possible before the senators catch on to her presence. Do you have any ideas?" I asked Celia.

Celia pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Should we leave her to Camila? She's quite resourceful."

I considered the idea for a moment. "I've thought about that too," I replied. "But it feels like too much to ask of her. She's not everyone's caretaker," I remarked, recalling how Camila had stepped in to care for Celia during my months-long absence in the dark dimension.

"So?" Celia questioned, her curiosity unabated.

"We can only put our hope on Mrs. Clea," I replied, my tone tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

Celia nodded in agreement, acknowledging the limited options we had. "Right," she muttered. Then, she suddenly remembered something else.

"Also, one more thing," she added.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Hm?" I prompted her to continue.

"Aren't you going to do something to your loyal stalker? She's been lurking behind the fence since early this morning," Celia pointed out, her irritation evident. She was, of course, referring to Ruby.

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