Seven Sins System Chapter 409. Cult And Religion

Seven Sins System Chapter 409. Cult And Religion

My statement hung in the air, causing her to pause mid-thought. I caught a glimpse of surprise flitting across her features, despite her attempts to conceal it.

'Guess I was right,' I mused inwardly, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. What I had just said was nothing more than a wild guess, a shot in the dark, but it seemed to have hit closer to home than I anticipated. It dawned on me that perhaps the parallels between the light and shadow realms ran deeper than we initially thought. After all, if both realms were facing similar issues, it stood to reason that both of us—me, the prince of darkness, and her, the princess of light—shared more similarities than differences.

Her expression spoke volumes. I opted not to press the issue further. Sometimes, silence spoke louder than words, and in this instance, her reaction confirmed what I had suspected all along—it was a truth she couldn't deny.

"Since we're simply on the same boat, tell me, do you know why they use your summoning formation instead of the others?" I queried, steering the conversation back to the heart of the matter.

She shook her head slowly, her expression troubled. "That is the altered version of my summoning formation, same as yours. But I don't understand why they can connect it," she confessed, her voice tinged with frustration. Her face darkened with a grim expression. "I think it perhaps has to do with the purity and power associated with the holy summoning formation," she suggested, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked for her clarification.

Her brows furrowed in contemplation, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted after a moment's reflection. "I also have tried to figure out what the altered pattern means and attempted to sever the connection, but nothing seems to work," she lamented, her tone heavy with disappointment.

Her approach differed from mine; while I sought to uncover the mastermind behind the manipulation of my summoning formation and their intentions, she focused on understanding the altered pattern and severing its connection. It was a testament to our divergent paths and methods, each driven by our unique perspectives and experiences.

I furrowed my brow in puzzlement as she revealed her failed attempt to sever the connection with her altered summoning formation. "You tried to cut the connection? By checking the agreement of your summoning formation?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. The agreement she mentioned was a crucial aspect of the summoning process, a binding contract forged with universal magic that governed the interaction between summoner and summoned. If something was amiss with the agreement, it could hold the key to unlocking the mystery surrounding the altered formations.

Her response was tinged with disappointment and confusion. "Yes. But it didn't work. There's nothing wrong with my summoning formation, but why is mine the only one that has a loop?" she lamented, her voice heavy with frustration.

I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her predicament than met the eye. It seemed odd that her summoning formation was the only one affected by this mysterious loop, especially considering the similarities between hers and mine. Was there something she was overlooking, a crucial detail that had eluded her thus far?

The thought nagged at the back of my mind, a persistent itch that refused to be ignored. ‘Is she also forgetting something like me before?’ I mused silently, my mind racing with possibilities. It was just a random guess, a fleeting thought born out of curiosity and speculation.

"Have you found the cult that uses your summoning formation?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the better of me as I sought to uncover more about her experiences.

Once again, she shook her head, a hint of frustration evident in her movements. "There are no signs it came from a cult," she replied with a huff, her tone tinged with exasperation.

"Then what about religion?" I cut straight to the chase, my words blunt and to the point. It was just a guess, but one born out of logic and deduction. If the heretical cult using my summoning formation was the dark counterpart to what mortals perceived as good, then it stood to reason that the entity altering her summoning formation belonged to a religious sect that viewed themselves as pure and righteous.

The realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened in recognition. It was as if a light bulb had flickered to life in her mind, illuminating the truth hidden in the shadows. "I guess you never thought of that," I scoffed, unable to resist a hint of mockery in my tone.

"I don't," she confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, I consider those people—the ones who obey their own religion—are true and good people," she reasoned, her words trailing off.

"Yeah, that's why they play around with your summoning formation, not mine. Because you're a goddess not a devil," I replied nonchalantly, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world.

Her expression shifted, a mixture of understanding and realization dawning on her features. It was as if a piece of the puzzle had fallen into place, connecting the dots in a way that made perfect sense.

She pressed her lips together, nodding in agreement. "You have a point there," she admitted, her tone reflecting a newfound understanding.

I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her acknowledgment. "Thank you," I replied, a proud smile spreading across my face. "See, it's all about perspective," I continued, a sense of satisfaction evident in my voice.

She nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I never thought about it that way before," she admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Well, that's why you have me around," I teased, flashing her a playful grin. "To offer up some fresh insights and shake things up a bit."

She chuckled, a warm smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I suppose I owe you one then," she quipped.