Seven Sins System Chapter 429. Come And Go Like A Ghost

Seven Sins System Chapter 429. Come And Go Like A Ghost

Penelope had a way of seeing through the veil of my deception that few others did, and that alone made her a valuable asset. Technically, I could bring her to my realm. I had done it before with others, bringing mortals across the divide for various reasons.

But then, I reminded myself of my principles. I wasn’t interested in bringing mortals who didn’t have major sins into my realm to be punished prematurely, especially not for personal reasons. I was a devil, not a lowly demon. My actions were driven by logic and strategy, not by mere instinct or base desires.

I realized that Penelope’s dinner invitation could be an opportunity to gauge her more closely. Her family’s involvement could provide valuable insights into her motivations and her ability to navigate the complex web of relationships and power dynamics that surrounded her. Perhaps, after the dinner, I would have a clearer understanding of whether she was someone worth bringing into my realm.

I shifted my gaze to the schedule in my hand, scanning the list of tasks and appointments. My eyes caught on a particular note about a mission and Puriel's test scheduled for next week. That made me pause, the smirk on my face fading and being replaced by a grim expression.

My impending departure settled heavily on my shoulders. I started to wonder what the academy, the trio, and everyone else would do if I left next week. The reality hit me hard.

'Right... I might not even have time to attend all those events,' I thought, frustration bubbling up inside me. The idea of abandoning my responsibilities and the people who depended on me was unsettling. Even if I could visit the mortal realm again, it wouldn't be as Dr. Allen. That identity would be lost, and with it, the connections and commitments I had made.

A hint of annoyance crept in. It was one thing to deal with the complexities of my realm and its politics, but adding the emotional entanglements of the mortal realm complicated matters further. I had always prided myself on being detached, logical, and driven by a clear sense of purpose. Yet, here I was, caught up in a web of relationships and responsibilities that shouldn't matter to a devil like me.

I gritted my teeth, a surge of frustration washing over me. “Tch!” I clicked my tongue in annoyance, realizing yet again how attached I had become to this mortal realm. 'What's wrong with me? Has this realm bleached my mind that far?' I thought, throwing the schedule onto my desk with a careless flick of my wrist. A deep frown etched itself onto my forehead. Seriously, I didn’t like this. I didn’t like how I found myself more excited about events here than those in my own realm.

I should be anticipating Asmo's birthday. It was a significant event, a time when the Lords of Sin gathered to discuss matters of importance, resolve disputes, and enjoy unparalleled entertainment and feasts. Normally, I would be eager for such an occasion, ready to indulge in the revelry and use the opportunity to further my own plans. Asmo’s birthdays were legendary for their extravagance and the opportunities they presented.

But here I was, more interested in the two mortal events listed on my schedule. It was absurd, almost laughable. How could I, a devil of considerable power and influence, be more invested in the mundane affairs of mortals than the grand schemes and power plays of my realm?

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. The attachment I felt to this place was unsettling. These were mortals, fleeting and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Yet, I couldn’t deny the impact they had on me.

-       Ring!

The classroom bell rang, its sharp, clear sound cutting through my thoughts. It was a signal that classes were about to start, and almost immediately, the noise of hurried footsteps filled the air. Students and teachers rushed towards their classrooms, the chaotic rhythm of their movement echoing through the halls. There were always a few stragglers, racing against time to avoid being late.

I waited, listening to the frantic footsteps gradually diminish. The building settled into a quieter hum, the morning routine establishing itself as classes began. The temporary chaos subsided, leaving a more controlled, orderly environment.

Once the sounds of footsteps faded into the background and the halls were relatively still, I allowed myself to relax a bit. It was time to get on with my usual routine. With a practiced motion, my tentacles emerged from my back, stretching out in a fluid, almost graceful manner. Their appearance was a stark contrast to the sterile, mundane surroundings of the infirmary.

My hand reached for the list of medicines, my eyes scanning the inventory as I began my task. The tentacles moved efficiently, gliding from one medicine shelf to another, checking and restocking as necessary. It was a methodical process, one that I had grown accustomed to. Despite the monotony, there was a certain rhythm to it that I found oddly soothing.

Each bottle and container was examined with care, my tentacles deftly handling the various items. It was a task that required precision, and I took a certain pride in maintaining the infirmary’s supplies meticulously. Even if my heart wasn’t entirely in this role, I still performed my duties with a level of diligence that was ingrained in me.

The shelves began to look more organized as I moved from one to the next, my tentacles placing each item back in its proper place. The routine allowed my thoughts to drift without distraction.

“You should stop using your tentacles to do your work,” Puriel's voice suddenly emerged from one of the infirmary beds that was supposed to be empty. Without even glancing, I knew she had just arrived using her teleportation skills.

I scoffed, not bothering to look up. “I don’t want to receive complaints from a goddess who come and go like a ghost,” I sneered, my tone dripping with sarcasm. My eyes remained fixed on the list in my hand, and my other hand held a pen, busy marking off items as my tentacles continued their meticulous work on the medicine shelves.