Seven Sins System Chapter 525. Not Picky

Seven Sins System Chapter 525. Not Picky

I shrugged, my smirk never faltering. “Mortal realm food may not hold a candle to the delicacies of my domain, but I’m not picky. So… what’s it going to be?”

Red chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Only you, My Lord, could demand loyalty, claim two souls, and then ask for a sandwich as if it were the most natural thing in the world.”

“Call it balance,” I said with a wink, leaning back in my chair. “Now, someone get me that sandwich. And don’t forget the tomato juice.”

The twins exchanged glances, still blushing faintly as they began to gather their clothes. Their earlier defiance had softened into a reluctant acceptance, though Penelope’s sharp gaze lingered on me as if trying to decipher my every move. Katrina, on the other hand, seemed more focused on regaining her composure, adjusting her dress with quick, flustered movements.

Red let out a small chuckle and opened the door for one of the house servants to enter. “You always have a way of turning any situation into something… unexpected,” she remarked, her tone light but tinged with that faint note of exasperation I’d grown familiar with.

I smirked, watching as the servant—a tall, pale man with sharp features—entered the room. His expression didn’t falter for even a moment as his gaze flicked to the bloodstained tablecloth. He moved with efficiency, as though this sort of scene was an everyday occurrence in the Hazemoon household. And perhaps it was.

He approached me with a polite bow, his eyes scanning the stains before settling on me. “Do you require anything, sir?” he asked, his tone calm, professional.

“Medicines or bandages, perhaps?” he added, glancing pointedly at the blood.

I raised an eyebrow, amused by his assumption. “No need,” I replied, my smirk widening. “I’m a doctor. I can handle this myself.”

The servant nodded, unfazed by my response. “Very well, sir. If you require anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”

With that, he retreated, though not without returning shortly after with an array of food that made me raise both eyebrows. It wasn’t just a sandwich and tomato juice, as I’d requested. He’d gone above and beyond, bringing a steaming bowl of soup that looked like something straight out of a health magazine. There was even a small plate of neatly sliced fruit on the side. The tomato juice was there too, served in a crystal glass.

I glanced at the spread, a chuckle escaping me. “Well, I wasn’t expecting a banquet,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.

The servant placed the dishes in front of me with precision, then stepped back, bowing slightly. “I thought you might need something nourishing, sir,” he explained. “Should you require anything else, just let us know.”

I waved him off with a casual nod, watching as he exited the room. My gaze shifted to the food, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the irony of it all. Here I was, the Lord of Wrath, sitting in the middle of a vampire household, about to enjoy what was essentially a comfort meal.

The twins, now dressed, had retreated to the other side of the room, whispering to each other in hushed tones. Their glances toward me were a mix of curiosity and something else—respect, perhaps, or maybe just a grudging acceptance of their new reality. Red stood nearby, her arms crossed as she watched me with an amused expression.

“Not joining me?” I asked, picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. It was good—surprisingly good, actually. At least, better than the food I used to eat. The bread was soft, the filling flavorful. I had to give the servant credit; he knew what he was doing.

Red arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smile. “You know we can’t eat food.”

“Right, blood and all that,” I said with a shrug, reaching for the tomato juice. I took a sip, savoring the tangy sweetness. “Still, you’re missing out. This is actually pretty decent.”

Katrina, unable to resist, spoke up. “Do you always eat like this?” she asked, her tone skeptical as she eyed the soup and sandwich.

“Not always,” I replied, leaning back in my chair and gesturing toward the spread. “But mortal food has its charm. It’s nothing like the feasts we had in the underworld, of course, but it has a certain… simplicity.”

Penelope crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. “You don’t seem like the kind of devil who’d care about simplicity.”

I chuckled, setting down the glass of tomato juice. “Fair point. But even I can appreciate the small things every now and then. Besides,” I added with a smirk, “you mortals put a surprising amount of effort into your food. It’s almost… endearing.”

Red laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’ve changed, My Lord. There was a time when you wouldn’t have looked twice at mortal cuisine.”

“Times change,” I said simply, taking another bite of the sandwich. “Adapt or perish, right?”

The conversation lulled for a moment as I focused on the food, the quiet punctuated only by the faint clinking of dishes and the occasional rustle of fabric as the twins shifted. Despite the absurdity of the situation, I found myself enjoying the meal.

But the momentary peace didn’t last long.

“So,” Katrina said, her voice cutting through the silence. “This mission of yours… what happens if you fail?”

I set the sandwich down, wiping my hands on the napkin before meeting her gaze. “Failure isn’t an option,” I said, my tone calm but firm. “If I don’t figure out who’s behind all this, it’s not just me who suffers. The balance between realms is fragile. Too fragile.”

Penelope frowned, leaning against the wall. “And what if you succeed? What happens then?”

I smirked, my gaze flicking between the two of them. “Then I remind whoever dared to cross me why the Lord of Wrath is a name that still makes even angels tremble.”

Red’s expression darkened slightly, her amusement fading. “Just be careful, My Lord,” she said softly. “The mortal realm isn’t as simple as it once was. They’ve changed too, just like you.”