Seven Sins System Chapter 331. Devil's Allure

Seven Sins System Chapter 331. Devil's Allure

"No, of course not! Where did that conclusion come from?" I shot back, a cringe of disbelief etched across my face. The mere notion that I could be in cahoots with a cult was simply preposterous, and I couldn't help but express my disbelief.

Ion, however, didn't seem the least bit daunted by my reaction. With an innocent grin, he offered his rationale. "Well, that's just a guess," he explained, as though his wild theory was as casual as pondering the weather.

I couldn't resist smirking in response to Ion's unwarranted suspicions. “Don't worry," I retorted with a sarcastic edge to my tone, my eyes glinting with playful mischief. "If I were to join the cult, you guys would be the first people I'd visit to make a sacrifice," I added, not for a moment implying that I was being serious.

Barry’s shudder was palpable, a testament to the unexpected turn our conversation had taken. "You scared us, doc," he said, his voice carrying the lingering tremor of his fear.

Unable to resist the chance for a bit of playful banter, I leaned in towards him, a smirk playing on my lips. “You should. I am your killer mentor after all,” I teased with a hint of mock menace, enjoying the playful exchange.

Quick to switch gears, I smoothly transitioned the conversation. "Anyway, don't forget our practice this afternoon," I reminded them, interjecting a note of authority in my tone to signal the end of our casual banter.

Their expressions shifted slightly, a mix of disappointment and resignation. They knew that my mention of practice effectively signaled the end of our current unuseful discussion. "Okay," Barry conceded with a sigh, a tinge of disappointment evident in his voice.

The trio packed up their half-eaten meals, stashing the remnants back into their paper bags as they rose from their seats. With a casual farewell, Barry spoke for all of them. “See you later, doc,” he said and then they filed out of the room.

In response, I waved them off, a casual gesture to acknowledge their departure.

Once they were out of sight, I shifted my attention to the bed where Puriel had been resting. Given the trio's chatter, it was hard to believe they hadn't been aware of her presence. However, as I looked at the bed, I couldn't see a trace of her. The sheets were perfectly arranged, and there was no sign of her presence.

I leaned back in my chair, folding my legs with an air of casual nonchalance. "If you're done sleeping, get out of here," I called out, addressing Puriel. The tone in my voice was matter-of-fact, and it was evident that I had little patience for lingering or wasting time with her. “This isn’t a place for sleep.”

The mere mention of keeping an eye on me seemed to summon Puriel into the room. She settled herself in a nearby chair, her displeasure evident in the grumpy expression she wore. Her eyes fixed on me with a look that clearly said she was less than pleased.

"No. I decided to keep an eye on you," she stated, her tone slightly defiant, as if to assert her decision.

I couldn’t help but respond with an eye roll and a drawn-out exhale in response to her excuse. "You can watch me from somewhere else. No need to loiter here," I expressed, a hint of annoyance tingeing my words. Her sudden appearance and intent to monitor me didn’t sit well, especially given the recent conversation with the trio. The last thing I needed was more assumptions about our relationship.

With a hint of exasperation, I continued, "They'll think we're dating." The thought itself was enough to make me cringe, not because I had anything against Puriel, but the assumptions and gossip that might spawn from her lingering around me at the infirmary were the last things I needed.

Puriel's response left me dumbfounded. "That is indeed my goal. I want to make them think we're dating," she declared in a tone that brimmed with seriousness. Her words hit me like a thunderclap. Seriously, was she trying to obliterate my reputation? Didn't she realize the rumors and speculations that were already floating around about us?

I exhaled deeply, trying to contain my frustration. How could she possibly think that would help anything? The idea of fueling those already swirling rumors made me groan inwardly. It was like pouring gasoline onto an already blazing fire, and I wasn't sure why she was so intent on adding more heat to the rumors that were circulating.

Her next statement only added fuel to the flame. "And I want to make sure you don't turn any mortals into your servants again," she accused, her words heavy with insinuation and censure. Her accusing tone felt like a punch to the gut. It was as if she held me solely responsible for all the recent turmoil and chaos.

My reaction was less of genuine amusement and more of mocking laughter. It wasn't the kind of laugh that bubbled up from finding something funny, but rather one that carried a tone of ridicule. Puriel's assertion was so audacious that I couldn't help but find it ludicrous.

Her response was a glare filled with anger, and the grinding of her teeth only added to the tension between us.

"You want to prevent a devil's allure? How cute," I taunted, my laughter punctuating my words. It was as though the very notion of resisting the allure of our kind was a child's fantasy, something far-fetched and unattainable.

Puriel wasn't one to back down. She met my mockery with a retort, her displeasure clear in her voice. "Why not? You guys are evil. That should be very easy, right?" Her tone was defiant, a challenge thrown down before me.

I acknowledged the label without hesitation. "Yes, we are evil," I conceded, my voice laced with an air of self-assuredness. "But mortals need us. They see us as their desperate escape, a means to attain their deepest desires. As long as mortals continue to think like that, they'll never be able to break free from our allure," I stated confidently, the soft chuckles that punctuated my words echoing the sly, calculated nature of our existence.