Please, go beat the boss CHAPTER 35.2

Part 2

It would be best if the Incubi changed their clothes. At least on this point, he agreed with the Hero.

Since the Lord Demon King agreed, the Incubi aggrievedly followed Ashby away and returned wearing full clothes. Although these clothes still exposed more parts like the chest, waist, back, and thighs compared to the ordinary residents of the town, compared to the Incubi’s previous attire, it was at most fashionably avant-garde.

Misha felt much more comfortable.

The Incubi sat back down. Perhaps because they were wearing more clothes than usual, most looked constrained, staring wide-eyed and somewhat blankly at Lance.

Lance cleared his throat and said, “I talked to Ashby and learned about your feeding.”

The Incubi nodded blankly.

Lance: “This rule needs to be changed from now on.”

Misha: “…”

Ha, couldn’t escape it. It came as expected.

From the moment Lance asked Ashby about feeding, Misha knew this moment would come.

“First, your feeding must obtain prior consent from the humans.” Lance propped his hands on the table in front of him, leaning forward slightly, his expression solemn and serious. “Only with the human’s consent can you absorb their essence.”

He put it euphemistically.

Incubi absorbed human essence through intercourse. Lance saying they couldn’t absorb essence at will meant… they weren’t allowed to force humans to do those things Incubi were supposed to do.

Silence fell below the stage. After a moment of quiet, Lance tapped the table lightly.

“Forced essence is not sweet.”

Lance emphasized seriously.

Misha: “…”

Incubus A raised a hand weakly.

“If we need their consent, can we use illusion magic?” he whispered. “If the human agrees within the illusion, then we—”

Lance interrupted him: “No.”

Incubus B hurriedly interjected: “Then how do we—”

Lance: “A friendly invitation.”

Misha: “…”

Misha couldn’t imagine the scene of Incubi friendly inviting humans.

Lance tapped the table again and said, “Second, you cannot intervene in others’ relationships.”

Incubus A: “…But they are all willing.”

Lance raised an eyebrow slightly, and the Incubus wisely shut his mouth.

“Third point, this one isn’t a mandatory decision,” Lance continued logically. “But if you fall in love with a human, I hope you can adhere to monogamy—”

Misha: “…”

I’d like to see them try not to adhere!

Misha finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He tugged at Lance’s arm, signaling him to step aside; he had something to say to Lance privately.

Lance was a bit puzzled, but since it was Misha’s request, he nodded and followed Misha to a corner of the venue. Misha then turned around and asked Lance with a somewhat helpless tone, “Lord Lance, isn’t it a bit excessive to demand Incubi follow human morals?”

Lance answered calmly, “Not excessive.”

“They are just Incubi, they are not humans.” Misha shook his head. “For Incubi, human morals have nothing to do with them—”

“If they only wanted to ‘feed’ on each other within their tribe, human morals indeed would have nothing to do with them,” Lance raised his hand slightly, asking Misha to pause. “But when it involves humans, when they want to integrate into human society, they must abide by the morals and laws of human society.”

Misha widened his eyes slightly, repeating Lance’s words blankly: “…They want to integrate into human society?”

No, how could monsters want to integrate into human society?

They are Incubi. To Incubi, humans are just “producers” of the addictive essence and lust. They are addicted to humans only because humans can bring them satisfaction. If humans could be replaced in this regard, they wouldn’t continue to rely on humans.

But Lance had already waved to Ashby, asking Ashby to convey his question to the Incubi for him.

He wanted to know if the Incubi still liked going to human towns if they didn’t need to feed.

The Incubi didn’t dare speak.

All monsters knew about the deal between the Divine Realm and monsters, so they looked at Misha guiltily, afraid to reveal their true thoughts in front of the Demon King. Misha had to cough lightly and do what he was best at: trying his hardest to show his amiability to the Incubi.

“It doesn’t matter,” Misha tried to smile. “Everyone, speak freely!”

After a pause, Incubus A spoke carefully: “Human cities… have a lot of delicious food.”

Incubus B: “I like the beautiful houses they live in, and the paintings in the houses!”

Incubus A nodded: “There are many beautiful humans, and many gentle humans.”

Incubus B: “I also like their theaters!”

Misha: “…”

Incubus C summed it up: “I love humans super much!”

These were obviously answers Misha hadn’t expected.

He hesitated, recalling Lance’s words, and asked with extreme uncertainty, “If possible… would you want to live with humans?”

The Incubi fell silent.

They looked at the so-called god-chosen Hero who should be ignorant of everything, then at the confused Demon King. No Incubus dared to speak up first. Only after a long while did a little Incubus say in a very small voice, “…Maybe not that much.”

But their long hesitation just now was enough to explain everything.

The reluctant words spoken afterward were just a cover for their hesitation. Misha could see that the Incubi were full of longing for human towns. And that longing wasn’t purely for feeding or satisfying desires; they genuinely liked that place, even though… most of the humans they liked were full of malice toward them.

Misha wasn’t a native monster of this world, so he found it hard to understand these monsters’ thoughts.

When he first came to this world, he had visited various monster gathering places.

Most places had harsh conditions, barely meeting the monsters’ basic survival needs. Therefore, for the vast majority of the time, monsters didn’t live in those gathering spots.

They usually followed Great Demons, living within the Great Demon’s domain, or residing in underground towns like the dwarves, leaving only a few monsters to patrol the gathering spots in shifts. Only after the Hero appeared would the monsters collectively go to the gathering spots to create the illusion of long-term occupation.

The situation of the Great Demons’ domains could be seen from Ashby’s oasis palace.

Accumulating wealth over hundreds of years to build a magnificent domain really wasn’t difficult for them.

Overall, the monsters’ living conditions weren’t bad. Misha really hadn’t expected that monsters would yearn so much for life coexisting with humans.

But they could only think about it.

Due to the Church’s guidance over hundreds of years, most humans loathed monsters. Those who could accept monsters appearing in towns were definitely a minority.

Misha frowned, inexplicably feeling a bit of bitterness in his heart.

He thought, for these Incubi, what they longed for was a future that could essentially never be realized.

They could only look at the things they loved and envied, unable to take even a step closer.

“The Church proclaims monsters are ultimate evil,” Lance suddenly whispered to Misha. “Even if they like it, it’s very difficult for them to get close to human towns.”

He kept his voice very low, at a volume almost only Misha could hear. It was as if he had seen through Misha’s inner thoughts and then repeated everything Misha was thinking, to tell Misha that the monsters’ longing and love for humans was just futile.

Misha lowered his head, not responding to the Hero’s words.

There was no need to respond.

Because what the Hero said was the truth, and it was a truth none of them had the power to change.

Lance said, “But humans won’t reject them forever.”

Misha looked up in surprise at Lance standing beside him.

Lance: “As long as the Church—”

Misha: “…”

Lance had only uttered a few syllables when Misha guessed what he was going to say.

Terrified, he grabbed Lance’s shoulder and unhesitatingly reached out to cover Lance’s mouth, afraid Lance would utter the blasphemous words that followed.

But with so many people nearby, his sudden action made the Incubi widen their eyes instantly. Misha even glimpsed from the corner of his eye—a few Incubi in the back row stood on tiptoes, looking over with curiosity.

Misha: “…”

Damn it, I don’t even dare to think about what the Incubi are thinking right now.

Lance held Misha’s wrist, making him let go. Then he smiled at Misha and whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t talk nonsense anymore.”

Misha: “…”

“I have some methods,” Lance said. “Incubi are good at disguising themselves. They can actually hide very well within a crowd.”

Misha: “But…”

Lance: “There is just one difficulty.”

Misha: “…”

Is that one difficulty? That is countless difficulties!

Lance: “But fortunately, I have already thought of a solution for you all.”

Misha finally paused slightly, looking at Lance again.

Right, judging by Lance’s previous actions, although the Hero’s behavior is always a bit strange, he really does have some bizarre methods.