Seven Sins System Chapter 415. Living Puppet II

Seven Sins System Chapter 415. Living Puppet II

The puppet nodded and took an empty seat near my desk. His hands, a grotesque blend of wood and flesh, reached for several stacks of documents, and he began working on them with a mechanical precision that was both impressive and eerie.

Ivy watched him for a moment before turning to me with a curious expression. "When will he break?" she asked, her voice tinged with both concern and fascination.

“He's a Kraken. His lifespan is almost the same as a vampire's, so it will be a very long time," I replied, my lips curling into a sadistic smirk. "And as for the body… the puppet, as long as we can fix it, it won't break, right?”

She nodded slowly, still processing the sight in front of her. "But what if others discover that he is a mortal trapped in the body of a puppet?” Ivy asked again, her voice low and cautious.

With a deliberate motion, I reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from my hand. I placed them around the puppet’s wrists. The cold metal clicked shut.

“There," I said, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "Just tell them it's because they smelled the handcuffs. It comes from the mortal realm and has residual Mana from there.” My tone was relaxed, almost casual, as if we were discussing the weather rather than the fate of a sentient being.

Ivy watched me, a mixture of admiration and apprehension in her eyes. "So, these handcuffs will mask his mortal origins?" she asked, wanting to be sure.

“Exactly," I replied. "It’s a simple but effective cover. Anyone who questions it will just assume it's a side effect of the handcuffs’ exposure to the mortal realm. No one will suspect a thing.”

Ivy's jaw dropped at my lame made-up excuse. “Tell me you are kidding, Your Highness,” she said in an incredulous tone, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“No. I'm serious," I replied, my tone steady and unwavering. "Also, you can order him to do your work too." I kept my voice serious, conveying that I was not concerned about the potential repercussions if others discovered the puppet's true nature or decided to torture him. His suffering was my primary focus. Even though he was now technically my servant, I had no interest in protecting him or easing his torment. I wanted him to suffer, to feel every ounce of pain possible for his transgressions. “Just torture him. He stole my identity, and I don't like it,” I added, waving my hand nonchalantly as if discussing the most mundane tasks.

Ivy blinked a few times, processing my words. She glanced back at the puppet, who was diligently working through the stacks of documents with disturbing efficiency. His hands moved mechanically, sorting, signing, and organizing, all while his faceless head remained eerily still.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I mean if others find out…”

I cut her off with a dismissive wave. “I don’t care. Let them find out. Let them do whatever they want to him. The more he suffers, the better. He deserves every bit of pain coming his way.” My eyes glinted with sadistic satisfaction, and I could feel a twisted sense of justice settling within me.

Ivy took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing as she finally gave in. “Okay,” she said, her tone a mix of resignation and understanding. She seemed to have caught on to the depth of my hatred and the necessity of my actions. A small smile then appeared on her face, her eyes flicking up to meet mine with a flirtatious glint.

With a sway in her step, she approached me, her demeanor turning spoiled and playful. “Since this is already over, can we—” she began, her voice sultry, hinting at her desire for something more personal.

Before she could finish, I interrupted her. “I have to go now, Ivy. The case isn't finished yet, but I've found a bright spot. Just wish me luck," I said, my tone sincere yet firm. I knew what she wanted, and truth be told, I wanted it too. But the information swirling in my head about the cult and their machinations demanded my immediate attention. They were using the lord of sin to carry out their plans, and that was a direct threat to us. I needed to settle this as soon as possible.

I could see the disappointment clouding Ivy's usually bright eyes as I made my decision. She wanted more, and I wanted to give it to her, but duty called, and I couldn't afford to ignore it. Puriel was waiting, and who knew what clues she might uncover in that room? I couldn't risk her keeping secrets from me.

With a heavy heart, I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Ivy's lips, hoping it would convey all the words I couldn't say. Then, without another word, I teleported and turned towards the portal.

Emerging on the other side, back in the mortal realm, I straightened my shoulders and squared my jaw, steeling myself for what lay ahead. “I'm back,” I announced proudly.

Puriel's glare could've melted steel as she shot daggers at me with her eyes, clearly not pleased with my presence. But, I wasn't about to let her get away with treating me like a nuisance.

I rolled my eyes in response to her audible flick of the gaze, clearly indicating that I wasn't going to be silenced that easily.

"Lower your voice," she snapped, her tone tinged with irritation.

I couldn't help but cringe a little at her complaint. "They're passed out. They won't hear me," I shot back, striding over to one of the beds and flopping down on the edge with all the nonchalance I could muster.

But before I could even get comfortable, Puriel was on me again, her voice dripping with disapproval. "And close your eyes! They're naked. Don't you have any shame?" she hissed, her face contorted with a mix of frustration and exasperation.