Seven Sins System Chapter 559. Special Techniques

Seven Sins System Chapter 559. Special Techniques

I gave him a flat stare, already over the entire situation. "I’ve had my fill of this mess. Morgana’s down, and you’ve got your entertainment. I think that’s enough for one party."

Luci smirked, leaning back in his chair with an amused expression. "You know, for all its messiness, this was a good party. A little unhinged at first, but it had its moments. I’ll admit, Azrael, you stole the show."

"Not intentionally," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "But thanks for the glowing review."

Beel, still munching away, chimed in with a muffled, "Yeah, you were the highlight."

I sighed, shaking my head. "If that’s supposed to be a compliment, I’m not sure I want it."

"Take it," Luci said, raising his glass in a mock toast. "You’ve earned it."

Asmo stepped forward again, his grin returning. "But seriously, Azrael. You’ve got to teach me that move. Just a quick lesson, I promise!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Asmo, you’re the Lord of Lust. You’re skilled enough!"

Asmo gave me a lazy grin, lounging in his chair like a pampered king. "Skilled, sure," he said with a wave of his hand. "But there’s always room for improvement, don’t you think? Especially when it comes to… specialized techniques."

My cringe deepened. "I can help you hone your battle skills, though," I said, my tone serious as I straightened up. Surely, Asmo wasn’t beyond redemption, right?

But my suggestion was met with an exaggerated groan. "Ugh, battle freak," Asmo muttered, shivering dramatically. He teleported back to his chair and waved his succubi over. "No thanks. I’m perfectly fine with my current… talents." He shot me a cheeky grin as one of the succubi refilled his goblet.

I turned to Luci, shooting him a hopeful look. "What about you, Luci? A quick spar? It’s been a while."

Luci raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. He sipped his wine with the elegance only he could pull off, then looked away as though my suggestion had personally offended him. "I have an important date," he said flatly. "With this wine."

"Really?" I said, deadpan. "Wine is your excuse?"

Luci tilted his glass toward me, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Wine doesn’t ask me to fight it. Wine simply exists. It’s perfect."

I sighed, turning to the others, my patience fraying. "Anyone? Beel? Mammon? Levi?"

Mammon didn’t even look up from where he was meticulously polishing one of his rings. "We’re at Asmo’s party, Azrael. Not one of your training camps. So no."

Beel shook his head, his cheeks stuffed with food. "I’d rather eat," he said around a mouthful. "Maybe later."

My shoulders slumped in disappointment, and I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. You’re all useless," I muttered, turning on my heel. I started to walk away, but something caught my eye—Morgana, still sprawled out where she’d collapsed earlier.

I paused, pinching the bridge of my nose again. "Asmo, aren’t you going to pick her up?"

Asmo waved dismissively, not even bothering to look at her. "It’s your mess. This is my party. I don’t clean up after other people."

I shot him a flat stare, my irritation simmering. "Right," I said through gritted teeth. With a snap of my fingers, I used my telekinesis to lift Morgana into my arms. She was still limp and unresponsive, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. I carried her over to my chair, laying her down carefully.

Before I could do anything else, a sharp voice cut through the room. "Here you are, brother."

I turned, already dreading what I’d see, and there she was—my sister. She stood near the edge of the room, her arms crossed and her gaze sharp enough to cut steel. She didn’t look pleased.

I huffed, rubbing the back of my neck. "What?" I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.

She teleported closer, appearing just a few feet away from me. Her voice dropped to a low, pointed tone, her eyes narrowing. "You have been back from the mortal realm. And yet you didn’t come to see me. Not even once."

I sighed, already feeling her disappointment. "I was going to," I said, keeping my voice calm. "But I had a grand court right after I got back. And then Asmo’s party. I couldn’t exactly waltz over to see you with this many things to do.”

Her frown deepened, and she stepped even closer, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "You could’ve made time. You always make time for them." Her eyes flicked briefly to the other lords before returning to me, her gaze hard. "But not for me."

Her words stung more than I cared to admit. I straightened up, trying to keep my expression neutral. "You’re not them," I said simply. "You’re more important than they are."

She raised an eyebrow, her skepticism clear. "Really? Because it doesn’t feel like it. Also…" She turned to Morgana. “Why did you f*ck her?”

“I’m not. I was only fingering her.” I sighed again. "Look, I didn’t plan for things to get this complicated, alright? I’ll make it up to you."

"You always say that," she shot back, her voice sharp. "And yet here we are."

Before I could respond, Luci’s voice cut in, smooth and amused. "Ah, family drama. Always a treat."

I shot him a glare. "Stay out of it, Luci."

He smirked, raising his wineglass in mock surrender. "Just saying. It’s entertaining."

My sister glanced at him, her expression icy. "You find this funny, do you?"

Luci chuckled softly, sipping his wine. "Not funny. Just… relatable."

She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed, before turning back to me. "You owe me," she said firmly. "Big time."

"I know," I said, holding up my hands. "I’ll fix it. I promise. I will come to your place after this party is over."

"You better," she muttered, crossing her arms. "And next time, I won’t be this patient."

I nodded, relieved that she wasn’t pressing the issue further. For now, at least.