Seven Sins System Chapter 408. Wrong Timeline

Seven Sins System Chapter 408. Wrong Timeline

"I can't tell you, at least for now," I repeated, the uncertainty evident in my tone. "There are some things I don't understand, and based on the information I have, it doesn't make sense. Something's missing, but I can't pinpoint what it is," I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. The puzzle was eating away at me, gnawing at my sanity like a persistent itch.

Puriel regarded me with a mixture of concern and curiosity, her brow furrowing in thought. "What do you mean, something's missing?" she asked, her voice gentle but probing.

I shook my head, feeling the weight of my own confusion pressing down on me. "I wish I knew," I muttered, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "It's like... pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that don't quite fit together. No matter how hard I try, I can't make sense of it all."

The ancient demon's revelation threw me into a whirlwind of thoughts. According to him, he was expelled from the light realm, which contradicted the assumption that he first fell into the mortal realm before entering the shadow realm. If that were the case, demons like us would have classified him as a fallen angel or possibly a celestial being who had lost their status. However, records from the shadow realm's royal history indicated that he had been a prominent figure there for an extensive period.

The puzzle pieces weren't fitting together. Locked away somewhere in the shadow realm, the ancient demon remained a mystery, his true nature and whereabouts obscured. The discrepancy in the timeline raised more questions than answers. How could he have been a significant presence in the shadow realm if he had been cast out from the light realm directly?

It was clear that there was more to the ancient demon's story than met the eye. The cult's bible and my father's accounts hinted at a being of immense power and influence, yet his true nature remained elusive. The timeline didn't match. There was something strange here.

"Then say it. Maybe I can help you," she insisted, her brow furrowing in concern.

"I can't," I replied, my tone resolute, refusing to divulge the tangled mess of thoughts in my mind.

Her response was silence, but her eyes bore into mine, searching for answers. "Does this all have anything to do with my realm or maybe the goddess?" she ventured, her guess hitting closer to home than she probably realized.

I remained silent, confirming her suspicions without uttering a word. The truth was tangled up in the affairs of her realm, intricately woven into the fabric of divine politics and celestial machinations.

"Then say it. I can help you," she urged once more, her voice carrying a note of desperation. "I know something happened with the light realm, and I'm looking into it," she added, trying to reassure me of her intentions.

"If I say it, what will you do? Ask your mom?" I cut straight to the chase, my words laced with skepticism. When it came to goddesses, the queen was undoubtedly the most suspicious of the lot.

“Yes. At least I have to ask her," she confirmed without hesitation, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

I let out a long exhale, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. ‘Right... of course,’ I thought, resigned to the inevitable course of action. The difference lay in our respective authorities—I had to answer to my father, while she was answerable to her mother. It was an ironic twist.

I couldn't blame her for the protocol; after all, we were both bound by duty and allegiance. Yet, beneath the facade of obedience lay a web of secrets and uncertainties, waiting to be unraveled. I couldn't help but wonder if she, like me, harbored doubts about the true extent of her parent's involvement in the intricate tapestry of divine affairs.

I could see her curiosity bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over into a torrent of questions and probing inquiries. But I wasn't about to let her curiosity run wild, not when it could potentially lead to misunderstandings or complicate matters further. So, I took the reins, steering the conversation in a direction that would both satisfy her curiosity and serve our shared interests in solving the case.

"Okay," I acquiesced with a sigh, bracing myself for the exchange that was about to unfold. "But if you think I'm lying, I'll stop this," I cautioned her, setting the ground rules upfront.

"Deal," she agreed readily, her tone reflecting a mixture of eagerness and determination.

With the terms agreed upon, I wasted no time in diving into the heart of the matter. "First, I want to ask you, have you ever discovered the demon summoning formation they use?" I inquired, steering the conversation toward a topic that held relevance to our investigation.

Her response was swift and affirmative. "Yes," she confirmed, her eyes alight with a spark of recognition.

"Did you know that summoning formation is similar to which of us?" I prodded, eager to delve deeper into the intricacies of our shared knowledge.

She remained silent, her gaze fixed on me, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in her eyes. "I'm not sure," she admitted after a moment's pause. "But I once stumbled upon one, and it was similar to your summoning formation," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of accusation. "That's why I was angry with you at the last meeting," she added, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"Then have you ever encountered the holy summoning formation?" I pressed on, eager to explore the depths of her knowledge.

A furrow creased her brow, her expression shifting to one of suspicion. "Are you asking which deity the holy summoning formation belongs to?" she shot back, her tone laced with a hint of defensiveness.

I met her gaze head-on, unflinching in the face of her scrutiny. "I found one," I revealed, the words tumbling from my lips with a sense of urgency. "And the summoning formation was similar to yours," I confessed, laying bare the connection between us.