Seven Sins System Chapter 335. Moral And Ethical Dilemma

Seven Sins System Chapter 335. Moral And Ethical Dilemma

I pivoted towards her, and she met my gaze with a mix of concern and urgency etched on her face.

"Angel's tears, right?" she questioned, her voice laced with a quiver of worry as she sought confirmation. There was a desperation in her tone, a plea echoing through her words. "I'll give it to you. Please, save both of them," she declared without a moment's hesitation, her hand outstretched in an offering.

"Deal," I agreed, taking her hand in mine. It was a swift and resolute decision, the unspoken agreement sealed by the grasp of our hands.

I summoned my six Pride tentacles, each shimmering with dark, powerful energy, emanating an eerie, bluish glow. They appeared, swirling and undulating with a certain ominous grace.

Taking a deep breath, I directed my attention toward the two children, lying there, weak and battered. My hands pulsed with a dark, almost otherworldly aura, exuding a mix of shadowy energy. With a calculated maneuver, I began to treat both of them simultaneously, the tentacles moving with precision and grace.

Harnessing the demonic power within, I channeled my Dark Healing ability, releasing a surge of energy that seemed to dance in ethereal tendrils. The energy wrapped around the children, casting an otherworldly glow that seemed to penetrate their injuries. The dark energy seemed to meld and shift as if it were alive, moving with an almost sentient purpose.

The tentacles moved gracefully, each reaching out and touching the children in a synchronized, delicate manner. A blend of dark, almost sinister energy intertwined with a sense of urgency, pulsating with a healing force. The dark energy seemed to envelope and embrace the children, wrapping around their wounds and injuries.

"Can you save them?" she asked with an evident worry etched across her face. It was the same routine – she couldn't directly intervene since it was the kids who had called upon me. I found myself in a peculiar mix of emotions; her inability to act directly meant that in the end, I'd have the chance to acquire more Angel's Tears from her. It was a twisted sort of irony, to derive benefit from such dire circumstances.

"Of course," I assured her, my tone infused with confidence as I glanced her way. I wanted to instill confidence in her.

But despite my outward bravado, the sight of the children's condition sobered me up quickly. Their wounds weren't as severe as those of the girl from the last summoning. I couldn't recall her name, which meant she was worth nothing to me. However, these kids were in a different kind of trouble. They were young, their bodies more fragile and susceptible to damage. It was evident that they suffered from malnutrition, their fragile frames bearing the signs of prolonged abuse.

The severity of their condition became clearer as I examined them. There were signs of internal bleeding, likely caused by the persistent abuse they'd endured. It was no one-time occurrence; this was a long-term ordeal. From what I could gauge, it seemed like it had been going on for roughly a year, which only added to the gravity of the situation. The boy, in particular, was in a worse state, his smaller frame making him more vulnerable.

"They need the Elixir of Health," I declared, making a quick assessment of the children's condition. It was evident that the elixir wouldn't be an immediate solution to their malnutrition, but it could certainly improve their health. I turned to Puriel, seeking her assistance in acquiring the necessary ingredients.

“Can you get the ingredients?” I inquired, arching an eyebrow, hoping she could provide the support needed for this task.

Puriel's response was hesitant, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I-I don't have any money," she admitted, her concern for the children evident in her unwavering gaze.

"Just steal them," I suggested casually, trying to offer a practical solution to the financial hurdle, albeit an unconventional one.

Puriel's worry only seemed to deepen at my suggestion. "I-I can't! They will blame the shopkeeper for it," she reasoned, reluctant to resort to theft, even for the greater good.

"Then from the suppliers, like from the factory, warehouse, or something," I proposed, trying to present an alternative route to procure the necessary ingredients.

The situation seemed to present a moral and ethical dilemma for Puriel. Her concern for the children was evident, yet the methods I suggested clashed with her principles. The urgency of the situation versus the means to obtain the ingredients created tension, leaving us at a crossroads.

"They will blame the guard or the warehouse staff for it," Puriel reiterated, her tone still tinged with panic, a manifestation of her confusion and dilemma.

I heaved a sigh, feeling exasperated. "For my father’s sake! Can't you put a bit of crime on the back burner for once?" I asked, frustration lacing my words.

“No. Crime is crime!” she retorted firmly, her resolve unyielding despite the pressing need to help the suffering children.

"Useless," I muttered under my breath, a mix of irritation and disappointment coloring my tone. I turned away from Puriel, trying to refocus on the children.

One of my tentacles shimmered and transformed into Greed mode, disconnecting itself from my form. The eerie, dark appendage shifted and contorted, altering its structure and texture. It detached, separating from my body to take on a new, distinct shape.

As it underwent the transformation, the tentacle shifted into a form that resembled a mosquito. It hovered momentarily before darting off swiftly, moving with agility.

"Did you order it to steal?" Puriel inquired, her voice filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Yeah, it's going to steal," I confirmed, trying to explain my stance. "I'm not a goddess who'd just toss my money around for something like this," I clarified, trying to convey that my methods weren't governed by traditional moral norms.

“But…” Puriel started, sounding hesitant. Her voice trailed off as she nervously bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed.

“I won't steal from the poor,” I declared firmly, meeting her gaze. “Happy?” I added with a hint of sarcasm, snorting in disbelief.

She could only respond with a silent nod.