I got transmigrated with Incubus system-Chapter 11: The Unusual Warrior

Arthur walked through the palace hallways, looking calm but thinking hard. He felt Valentina's jealousy through their blood bond so strongly it surprised him.

He went down a quiet hallway to be alone with his thoughts. The dim lighting matched how he felt.

"That's interesting," he said quietly to himself while leaning against the wall. The blood bond was doing more than he expected. It wasn't just sharing feelings—it had somehow shown him images through someone else's eyes, probably one of Valentina's spies.

His system confirmed this discovery: the blood bond let him track emotions from farther away and sometimes showed images when emotions were strong. It recommended staying emotionally calm around potential new partners.

This worried Arthur. If Valentina could see through her spies' eyes when feeling strong emotions, what else might she discover? Could she find out about his plans for Lysandra or Beatrice?

Suddenly, he felt Valentina's possessiveness and saw a flash of her pacing in her room with wine in her hand.

"Seven hells," Arthur whispered, touching his temples. The connection was getting stronger, not weaker. This made everything more complicated.

He needed to handle this before meeting Valentina tomorrow night. If she could sense his interest in other women, his plans for a harem would face problems. Valentina might have submitted to him physically, but she was still proud and ambitious—and now seemed to feel she had a claim on him.

Arthur continued walking with new determination. He would need to convince Valentina his interest in Lysandra was only political, though the blood bond might reveal if he was lying.

As he neared his rooms, he felt another wave of emotions—curiosity and excitement—but from someone else.

His system indicated this was from an unknown source, someone he hadn't bonded with but might be naturally compatible with.

Arthur stopped. This wasn't Valentina. These feelings seemed lighter and brighter. Before he could think about this, he heard footsteps and a familiar voice called out to him.

"Big bro! I found you!."

Beatrice rounded the corner, her face lighting up with genuine delight. She wore the blue-and-silver uniform of the Royal Academy, though she had discarded the formal outer robe, leaving just the fitted training clothes beneath.

Her chestnut curls bounced as she hurried toward him, and despite her petite frame, she moved with the grace of someone well-trained in physical arts.

"I've been searching all over for you!" she said, almost bumping into him as she stopped. "Elliot thought you'd be eating, but I didn't want to bother you."

Arthur looked at her more carefully. Had he somehow felt her emotions before he saw her? That shouldn't happen without a blood bond. Unless...

"Hi there," he said with a smile. "What has you running around the palace so late?"

Beatrice's hazel eyes lit up in the torchlight. "I wanted to show you what I've been practicing! Master Fenwick thinks I might get into the advanced fighting classes next term if I keep getting better."

All of a sudden, she jumped into his arms, her slim arms wrapping around his waist like she owned him. Her small, youthful body pressed right up against him, her tiny frame—perky chest, slim waist, and gently curved hips—teasing him with every soft curve.

Her long, lean legs and smooth, pale skin showed through her tight dress, giving off a vibe that was both sweet and tempting. "I've missed you so much, big bro," she said in a soft, flirty tone that hinted at more.

"You never visit the Academy anymore... don't you miss me?"

[Potential Harem Candidate Detected: Beatrice]

[Compatibility: 85%]

[Current Relationship: Familial Admiration]

[Warning: Blood Relation to Current Ally (Elliot)]

[Special Attribute Detected: Latent Magical Sensitivity]

Arthur was surprised when he saw the notification about Latent Magical Sensitivity. That explained why she seemed to feel a connection before she even showed up.

Some people just naturally pick up on magic—it's not common, but it happens. If Beatrice had this ability, she might be sensing something different about him without knowing what it was.

"You seem different," she said, pulling back from their hug and looking at him curiously. "Warmer. And there's something..." She stopped, looking like she was trying to figure something out.

Arthur got a bit nervous. "Different how?"

Beatrice just shrugged it off. "Not sure. Just different. Good different though! Like you're more... you." She smiled. "That sounds weird, right?"

"Not as weird as you think," Arthur said carefully. This was interesting but risky. If Beatrice could sense magical energy, she might notice when he was using his powers—or she might be extra affected by them. Either way, this made her more important than he first thought.

"Hey," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and guiding her to the courtyard. "Show me those fighting moves you've been practicing. I want to see if they're teaching you right."

Beatrice looked up at him excitedly. "Really? You're not too busy?"

"Never too busy for you, kiddo."

As they walked, Arthur thought about the possibilities. Beatrice's sensitivity to magic could make her a valuable friend—or a problem if she sensed too much.

He'd need to be careful about influencing her. The idea of turning her innocent admiration into something more intense excited him, especially knowing how upset Elliot and Gareth would be when they saw how devoted she was to him.

"You know," Beatrice mentioned as they walked, "some girls at school talk about you."

"Oh really?" Arthur asked. "What do they say?"

"That you've changed. That you're not shy anymore." She looked at him seriously. "They say you're dangerous now."

Arthur chuckled. "And what do you think?"

Beatrice smiled brightly. "I think they don't know you like I do, big brother."

"No," Arthur agreed, moving his hand from her shoulder to her head, gently touching her curls. "They really don't."