Seven Sins System Chapter 394. Bare Minimum

Seven Sins System Chapter 394. Bare Minimum

“We are in the middle of a mission,” she reminded me, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.

I nodded, acknowledging her point. "I can curse them and hypnotize them," I countered, feeling a surge of frustration bubbling up inside me. "They will still take us, and they won't feel anything until the time has come," I explained, trying to make her see my perspective.

"Just hypnotize them," she insisted firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I sighed, feeling my annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "Right," I muttered begrudgingly, conceding to her request.

With a resigned shrug, I snapped my fingers and called upon my skills.

'Hypnosis!'

[Hypnosis skill has been used!]

The invisible ripples of my hypnotic energy filled the air. It was like casting a spell of oblivion, erasing their memories and manipulating their minds. Yet, it was the only option we had at the moment, considering the circumstances.

The effects of my hypnosis weren't immediately visible, as they were still frozen in place due to her skills. But I could sense the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

"Thanks," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the hum of our surroundings.

"Don't thank me," I muttered, my annoyance palpable in my voice. I shifted back into my previous position, pretending to faint once again. It was a feeble attempt to conceal the frustration coursing through me. The whole situation was rubbing me the wrong way, and I couldn't shake off the lingering irritation.

"Why are you mad?" she inquired, her voice tinged with concern.

I turned to look at her, our eyes locking in a silent exchange. “Because if you were really mine, I'd have already taken care of those bastards,” I retorted, my words laced with frustration. It was true; if she belonged to me, I wouldn't hesitate to unleash hellfire upon anyone who dared to harm her. But her insistence on showing mercy to our captors only fueled my anger further. “Yet you won't let me carry out even the bare minimum punishment on them," I hissed in displeasure.

“Cursing them isn't a minimum punishment,” she countered, her tone measured yet firm.

"It is," I asserted firmly, my voice carrying a hint of defiance. "By my standards, it's the least they deserve," I added, my frustration seeping into my words.

With an annoyed snort, I shut my eyes, hoping to drown out the aggravation pulsating within me. “I know they're nothing compared to you,” I continued, my tone sharpening with each word. “But even knowing that, I wanted to unleash my curse on them when they dared to lay a finger on you. If you hadn't intervened with your powers, they'd already be under my curse," I confessed, my words laden with raw honesty. I wanted her to understand the depth of my anger, to grasp the extent to which I was willing to protect her, even at the cost of my own principles.

"You're lying, right?" she questioned, her disbelief evident in her voice.

I scoffed, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Do you think I'd lie about something like this?” I retorted, my eyes remaining shut as I spoke.  “If I told you what I said was the truth, would you believe me that easily?” I asked without opening my eyes.

That managed to silence her. I could sense her contemplation in the air, her thoughts swirling with unspoken words and untold emotions. For a brief moment, the weight of our conversation hung heavy between us, casting a shadow over the confined space of the van.

“Just concentrate on the mission. I won't talk nonsense anymore," I declared, my voice firm and resolute. It was a feeble attempt to brush aside the lingering tension, to divert our focus back to the task at hand. I reminded myself that getting entangled in emotions was a luxury I couldn't afford, especially not now.

She regarded me with an inscrutable expression, her eyes betraying a hint of reluctance. It was as if she wanted to speak, to unravel the tangled threads of our conversation, but hesitated at the precipice of uncertainty. Yet, before she could voice her thoughts, she seemed to reconsider, opting instead for silence.

With a deep breath, she settled beside me and lay down. The atmosphere inside the van shifted, returning to a semblance of normalcy. The kidnappers, their confusion evident in their furrowed brows and exchanged glances, seemed uncertain of what had transpired in those moments of silence.

Suddenly, the screech of brakes pierced the air, jolting the van and its occupants. The abrupt halt sent ripples of motion through the cramped space, causing us to sway and lurch with the force of the sudden stop. Yet, despite the unexpected disruption, we remained committed to our charade, maintaining our pretense of unconsciousness. We lay still, our bodies unmoving.

"Hey! Be careful!" grumbled one of the kidnappers in annoyance as the van jolted with the sudden brake.

"Oh, sorry!" the driver responded hastily, his voice tinged with urgency.

The exchange was brief, but it left a palpable tension in the air as the van fell into an uneasy silence. The kidnappers exchanged puzzled glances, their brows furrowed in confusion as they tried to make sense of the unexpected disruption.

The atmosphere inside the van was thick with uncertainty, the only sound the faint hum of the engine as it idled in the stillness. For a moment, it seemed as though time had frozen, the occupants of the van suspended in a state of suspended animation as they grappled with the sudden turn of events.

"Do you know what just happened?" said one of them in confusion, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled in the van.

"We're taking these prisoners to the leader, right?" another responded, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Yes. But it seems like we were talking about something earlier," said another, his tone filled with disbelief as he struggled to recall the interrupted conversation.