Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"Should I interpret your actions as... you attempting to provoke me?"

Kael stepped into the trading house, his foot landing on the Shadow Realm path that extended into the lobby. The pervasive realm aura that seeped from the fissures of the Shadow Realm entwined around his white boots like ink.

"A follower of Max (Thief God/Shadow King), not hiding in the dark corners guarding against others stealing your wealth, how dare you lift your head and speak to me."

Kael walked over nonchalantly, stepping right onto the boot that Sister Astate had just been biting.

"Ah…" The infiltrator released their grip on the little fish's hair.

Or rather, he had no choice but to let go.

The Magic Silk Threads that had unknowingly spread throughout the entire lobby connected the ceiling and floor, entwining anyone who dared to step inside as if woven into a web.

At the end of the web was the master and weaver of all the Magic Silk Threads.

Kael lightly tugged on the thread, making the infiltrator cry out in pain, his arm and fingers twisted in a deformed way by the magical tension.

He endured the pain, trying hard to keep his expression calm, his voice tinged with submission as he said, "Sir, I had no intention of attacking you."

"Then apologize," Kael said coldly, not even looking at the infiltrator. "I said, apologize."

These nearly unreasonable words enraged the infiltrator, who retorted angrily, "Sir, do not go too far. Why should I apologize to them?"

Kael chuckled lightly and said, "No, you should apologize to me. You ruined my schedule today, irritated me with your noise, and might even have dirtied my boots."

The absurdity of his words—almost as if a person had been sentenced to death for stepping into a room with the left foot—somehow carried an inexplicable sense of conviction.

"How is this my fault? Obviously, it's these lunatics… Ahhh!!!" The infiltrator's attempt to argue was cut short by another scream.

A colorless, transparent mage's hand had grabbed his hair and yanked forcefully, making his scalp twist comically under the pull.

"Oh my God!!!"

The guests and prostitutes who rushed out from the backyard after hearing the commotion exclaimed in shock.

The scene turned into chaos.

"See, being grabbed by the hair makes you scream too, doesn't it?" Kael said with a cold smile, his gaze devoid of warmth.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, the slave merchant, Talent, forced himself to step forward and said:

"Sir, isn't this a bit too much? These lunatics stormed into my trading house, and we only did what was necessary to protect the place."

Kael asked in surprise, "Have you registered as a priest with all the churches?"

Talent, still scared, replied, "No."

"How about the Royal Capital's Healing Association?"

"N-no."

"The National Medical Hospital?"

"You must be joking. Those masters are beyond my reach."

"So, you're neither a mage nor a paladin? Can you heal minor injuries? If not, can you at least treat weak injuries?"

"You must be joking. There are very few mages in the Duchy of Engilas, and paladins wouldn't pay attention to a simple merchant like me."

Kael paused for a moment, puzzled, and then asked, "Then how did you know they were lunatics when you are nothing?"

"That's because…"

Talent's fear was evident as he avoided Kael's gaze.

The young man standing before him, so radiant yet cold-eyed like the stained glass windows of a church, made him feel as if he were nothing but a corpse before those eyes.

Stammering and nearly unable to speak coherently, Talent finally blurted out, "You see, when they stormed in without any reason and didn't even try to communicate, it seemed really odd!"

The infiltrator, still agonized by the Magic Silk Threads, paled, realizing the mistake and cursing internally:

"You brainless fool, you sewer-digging pig! %@#￥@#￥…"

Kael's face twisted into a derisive smile as he turned to look towards the backyard and softly said, "Lunatic."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, just that when people stammer and don't give any reason for their actions, I wondered if you might be a lunatic too."

Talent: …

Knowing that Kael was not to be trifled with, Talent forced a smile:

"Mage, we are just a small trading house that can't afford such trouble. If you name your price and if it's satisfactory for both sides, let's consider today's troubles settled."

Dumb and wicked as Talent might be, he surely knew the youth before him, whose beauty seemed almost inhuman, was not someone to antagonize.

Mages were rare, and one who could control magic so well at such a young age was certainly no ordinary mage.

A proficient young mage often had older and more powerful mages behind him.

This much talent at such a young age revealed a lot.

Kael smiled and walked up to Talent, saying, "That's simple. If you can satisfy me, then all the better. Demons like Incubus are very greedy creatures."

His thumb and forefinger lightly pinched a thread, and the sound of metal scraping and the whistling of wind filled the lobby.

Kael smiled as he watched the twenty or so weapons, drawn by the Magic Silk Threads, aimed towards Talent and the infiltrator, stopping just inches away.

The one closest to Talent was less than two centimeters from his eyeball.

The two let out a cry of terror.

Kael carelessly said:

"When Father was still around, he supported an orphanage in a small town on the outskirts of the Royal Capital. A while back, when I arrived in the Royal Capital, the orphanage's head came to me, saying several orphans had recently gone missing and couldn't be found no matter how they searched.

I had my housekeeper look into it. Even though your people were cautious, the traces weren't completely clean. Eventually, we found their whereabouts within the Royal Capital…

Several children who'd had their legs broken, begging at a commercial street corner."

Talent opened his mouth to explain, but when he looked at Kael, fear flashed in his eyes.

"Shh, don't make a sound. I don't want to hear your wailing; it's not amusing at all.

The laws of Engilas do not allow slave merchants to do such things. I can't openly break the Duchy's laws to punish you.

So, I can only follow the Noble Council's rules and, as a poor lord who's lost his wealth, give you a small punishment. For example, something like this…"

In Talent's panic-stricken eyes, the Magic Silk Threads sprang forth.

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