Seven Sins System Chapter 537. Sharing is Caring

Seven Sins System Chapter 537. Sharing is Caring

I didn’t have an answer for that.

My father, seated on his throne, looked like he was contemplating whether to intervene or let the chaos burn itself out. His eyes swept over the room, lingering on me for a moment before narrowing at the bickering trio in the center.

Berith and Gremory were practically spitting fire at each other, while Belial stood off to the side, his arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face as if he were enjoying the show.

‘This will be a long court…’ I guessed.

"Let me get this straight," Gremory snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you can waltz in here, Berith, all puffed up and angry, and expect me to take you seriously after everything?"

Berith clenched his fists, his voice a low growl. "What I expect, Gremory, is for you to honor the terms we agreed upon. You can’t just—"

"Oh, don’t you dare lecture me about honor," Gremory interjected, rolling her eyes with such force I thought they might get stuck in the back of her head. "You barely upheld your end of the bargain, and now you’re crying foul because I decided to look for something… more satisfying."

The murmurs in the room turned into barely stifled chuckles. Berith’s face was a storm cloud ready to erupt, his crimson eyes glowing brighter with every insult Gremory threw at him.

Belial, of course, wasn’t about to let an opportunity to stir the pot pass him by. "Hey, hey," he said, holding up his hands like a mediator—if mediators were smug bastards who only made things worse. "I don’t mind sharing. Mortals say sharing is caring, right? Maybe we can adopt their wisdom. Gremory has, what, three holes? Why fight over it?"

The entire courtroom collectively gasped, followed by an awkward silence that stretched just long enough to make it unbearable.

From his laptop, Asmo broke the tension with a casual, "He has a point, you know." He swirled his champagne glass, looking as if he’d just dropped a profound observation.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "This is why we can’t have nice things," I muttered, shaking my head. Some demons might find the suggestion amusing or even practical, but I knew better. Berith wasn’t the type to share—his aura practically screamed ‘possessive maniac’.

Sure enough, Berith’s rage boiled over. He took a threatening step toward Belial, his fists glowing with the dark energy of his wrath. "You dare mock me in front of His Majesty?!" he snarled, his voice reverberating through the room.

"Mock you? No, no, Berith," Belial said, his smirk widening. "I’m simply suggesting a pragmatic solution. But if you’re too insecure to handle it, that’s on you."

I could practically see the veins popping on Berith’s forehead.

"Patience, El," Luci whispered beside me, not even bothering to hide his amusement. "Let them entertain us for a little longer."

"Luci, I swear—" I started, but my father’s booming voice cut me off.

"Enough!" he commanded, his aura flaring and instantly silencing the room. "This is a court of law, not a pit for your petty squabbles. Berith, Belial, stand down!"

Berith reluctantly took a step back, though his fists remained clenched. Belial, as always, looked entirely unbothered.

Luci leaned forward with a lazy smile. "Perhaps we should consider a compromise," he said. "Berith and Belial could, I don’t know, alternate days? A little cooperation wouldn’t kill anyone."

"Cooperation?" Berith spat, his glare shifting to Luci. "You think I’m going to share anything with this snake?"

Belial chuckled, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket. "I prefer the term ‘opportunist,’ but sure, snake works too."

"Here we go again," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose as the argument spiraled out of control.

From his seat, Levi finally spoke, his tone as flat as his perpetually slouched posture. "Why don’t you just settle it in a duel and get it over with? Winner takes all."

For a moment, the room fell silent as everyone considered the suggestion. Even I had to admit it sounded like a straightforward solution—until my father’s voice shattered the idea.

"Absolutely not," he said, his tone leaving no room for debate. "These are Ars Goetia lords. A duel between them would cause untold destruction, not just to their territories but to the balance of hell itself."

Levi shrugged, going back to scrolling through his phone. "Fine. Whatever. Just trying to help."

Mammon, seated a few chairs down, didn’t even look up from his stack of financial documents. "This entire thing is a waste of time," he muttered, flipping a page with the kind of disdain only Mammon could muster.

Belphegor, as expected, was still sound asleep, curled around his pillow and snoring softly. Nothing short of an apocalypse—or a direct command from my father—was going to wake him up.

Meanwhile, Beel was humming to himself, his attention fully focused on his seemingly endless supply of snacks. Occasionally, he’d offer me or Luci a piece, and I’d take it out of sheer resignation. If I had to sit through this circus, I might as well be fed.

Asmo, still lounging on his chaise from his palace, let out a dramatic sigh. "Honestly," he grumbled, "this is why I didn’t bother coming in person. Can we just move on already?"

I couldn’t agree more, but unfortunately, the chaos in the courtroom showed no signs of dying down.

Berith and Gremory had started arguing again, this time about something completely unrelated to the court proceedings. Gremory accused Berith of being boring and predictable, while Berith retaliated by calling her fickle and untrustworthy. Belial, of course, added fuel to the fire by making snide comments from the sidelines.

Luci, for once, seemed just as bored as I was. He rested his chin on his hand, his expression devoid of the usual spark of amusement. "This is getting tedious," he muttered.

"You don’t say," I replied dryly, popping another bite of Beel’s infernal barbecue into my mouth.

My father, visibly irritated, leaned forward in his throne, his eyes blazing. "This is your final warning," he said, his voice shaking the room. "If you cannot resolve this matter with dignity, I will decide the outcome myself."