Seven Sins System Chapter 443. You Equate Me With Those Lowly Mortals?!

Seven Sins System Chapter 443. You Equate Me With Those Lowly Mortals?!

Well, I couldn't entirely deny the validity of Puriel's concerns, but I found it hard to imagine Red being capable of such treachery. Puriel’s accusations had successfully ignited Red's anger.

“You…” Red hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously as they locked onto Puriel. “What do you know about my loyalty? What do you know about our relationship?” Her voice was filled with displeasure, a low growl rumbling from her throat. She gritted her teeth, and I could see her vampire fangs glinting.

Puriel stood her ground, her expression unyielding. The tension between them was palpable, a coiled spring ready to snap. I knew I had to intervene before things escalated further.

“She was my soldier,” I stated firmly, trying to bring some semblance of control back to the situation.

My words seemed to shock Red. She turned to me, her face a mask of disbelief and hurt. Her eyes searched mine, looking for an explanation, a reassurance. The betrayal she felt was clear, and it cut deep.

I put my hands into the pockets of my trousers and smirked, letting the tension ease out of my shoulders. “But she is still loyal to me. So what I need to do is renew the contract,” I announced, my tone carrying the weight of finality.

Red’s face transformed instantly. The anger and hurt melted away, replaced by a look of profound relief. A smile broke out across her face, her eyes shining with emotion. “You mean… you will make me your servant completely?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and gratitude.

I glanced at her, nodding slowly. “Yes,” I affirmed. “But you have to remember… once you do it, you don’t belong to this realm anymore. You will become a demon,” I warned, my voice grave. The implications of this transformation were not to be taken lightly. It was a permanent change, one that would bind her to my world irrevocably.

Red’s reaction was immediate and unwavering. She placed her hand on her chest, lowering her head in a gesture of deep respect and commitment. “It does not matter. I have no objection to that, my Lord. As long as I can be with you and serve you, wherever you go, I will go,” she declared without a hint of hesitation.

‘As expected of her…’ I thought. Red’s loyalty had always been fierce, but this display of unwavering devotion was both humbling and reassuring. She was ready to forsake her mortal ties, to become something entirely different, just to remain by my side.

“Good…” I said, a smirk curling my lips. “Then we should settle the contract.” I extended my hand toward Red, my fingers almost brushing her chin. The Lust contract would bind her to me completely, a potent and intimate bond that would solidify her loyalty beyond any doubt.

But before my hand could make contact with her skin, Puriel’s hand shot out and grabbed mine, stopping me mid-motion. I glanced at her, raising one eyebrow in a mix of surprise and amusement. “What? Do you want to do it with me too?” I said in a teasing tone, trying to defuse the sudden tension with a bit of humor.

Puriel’s expression didn’t soften. Her cold, piercing gaze met mine, and I could see the disdain and disapproval etched into her features. “You just want to exploit her loyalty. That’s disgusting. If you think of her as your soldier, then you should treat her like a soldier. You shouldn’t use her to fulfill your desires,” she lectured, her voice icy and firm.

I could hear the depth of her displeasure, the moral indignation that fueled her tone. Puriel had always been principled, a contrast to the murkier ethics of my realm.

A low chuckle escaped my lips. “I treat her as my soldier, Puriel. All my succubi can fight. They are strong, and I’ve slept with all of them. Is there any problem?” My words were deliberate, a wake-up call meant to remind Puriel of the stark cultural differences between us. Her principles and my reality clashed like fire and ice, and I could see the impact of my reminder in the way she blinked, momentarily speechless.

“Also, weren’t you the one who reminded me that she’s not my soldier anymore? That I should be careful of her? A contract is the best way, and she has to sleep with me to form it,” I stated again, the logic clear but unyielding.

Puriel pressed her lips together, clearly struggling with the ethical and practical implications of my words. “Don’t you have another way to form a contract other than that way?”

“No,” I said simply, my tone flat but firm. A teasing smile played on my lips as I leaned in closer, my gaze never leaving hers. “Are you jealous, my dear goddess?” I teased, my voice a low purr.

Puriel’s eyes flared with a mixture of anger and something else, something more vulnerable. “This isn’t about jealousy,” she snapped, her voice tight. “This is about respect and loyalty. You can’t just use people like that.”

Red stood quietly, her eyes darting between us, caught in the crossfire of our moral clash.

“You misunderstand our ways, Puriel,” I said, leaning back slightly but keeping my gaze locked on hers. “In my realm, loyalty and power are intertwined. The contract is not just a binding agreement; it’s a fusion of strength and trust. My succubi are warriors, and they are bound to me in every way.”

“And don’t forget, I’m a devil. I’m a greedy creature. One needs to give up everything to be with me,” I added, a smirk playing on my lips. But Puriel met my gaze with an icy stare, her eyes cold and unyielding.

“But what I see is that you are taking advantage of her loyalty and trust in you. How are you different from those cultist leaders who pretend to be you? Aren’t you both taking advantage of your loyalists?” she said curtly.

Her words made my smirk fade, the sharpness of her accusation cutting through my composure. The comparison to those charlatans, those lowly mortals who exploited their followers for power and pleasure, was a direct hit to my pride. “You equate me with those lowly mortals?” I asked, my voice tinged with displeasure.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Those cultists mimic what they don’t understand. They take advantage of weak minds, offering false promises and shallow power. What I offer is real. The power, the bond, the loyalty—it’s all genuine.”