Seven Sins System Chapter 325. Breakfast For Her

Seven Sins System Chapter 325. Breakfast For Her

Aria's irritation was evident as she let out an exasperated scoff. "Hmph! Nice words. You're always like that," she retorted, clearly displeased with my demeanor.

I couldn't help but revel in her annoyance, and my smirk transformed into a sweet, almost mocking smile. "Thank you for your compliment," I replied, my tone casual and nonchalant, as if I were taking her criticism as a form of praise.

Her frustration reached a boiling point, and the sword in her hand began to shimmer with ethereal light once more and disappeared. Aria turned away from me, her voice lowered to a near-whisper, and in that shift, I could hear a profound change in her tone. It was no longer mere anger or irritation, but a palpable disappointment that hung in the air like a heavy shadow.

"You know..." she began, the words coming out with a hint of sadness. No, it wasn't just sadness, but a deep-seated disappointment. "I really hope you're better than this," Aria murmured in a low voice like a whisper, and her voice carried a weight that I hadn't expected.

"Did you say something?" I asked, my brows furrowing in disbelief. Her words sounded so improbable that I couldn't help but question my own sanity. I had to wonder if I was experiencing some kind of hallucination or delusion.

Aria's response was less than convincing. "Nothing," she replied, but her voice carried a hint of disappointment, as if she had almost let something slip, something she hadn't meant to reveal.

Suspicion gnawed at me, and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at her. Something was definitely off about her behavior. It was as if she had veered from the usual script of our confrontations.

A question lingered on the tip of my tongue, one that was so absurd and ludicrous that it made my stomach turn. "Are you..." I started to ask, but then, my voice trailed off. The words "in love with me" almost spilled out, and the realization that it was a legitimate question hung in the air like a surreal fog. The notion was both absurd and unsettling, and I had to clamp down on it before it fully escaped. I wasn't sure if it was the influence of the threads of fate or if the mortal realm's air had somehow twisted my thoughts into something unthinkable.

Her frown deepened as she turned to me, a clear expression of displeasure etched across her face. "What?" she snapped, clearly not in the mood for any kind of conversation.

I bit my tongue, deciding to swallow the question that had almost escaped my lips. I wasn't about to delve into some awkward revelation right then. "Nothing," I replied dismissively, leaning back in my seat as I sent her a pointed look. "Don't bother me if you don't have to," I added, attempting to put an end to our interaction.

However, I couldn't resist the urge to add a parting shot. "Also..." I reached into my bag and pulled out a crumpled paper bag containing my uninspiring sandwich. With a nonchalant flick of my wrist, I tossed it in her direction, not caring whether she caught it or not.

Aria's reflexes were quick, and she snagged the bag out of the air. She eyed it skeptically, a puzzled frown forming on her face. "What is this?" she asked.

I pushed the paper bag of breakfast toward Aria, not bothering to hide the irritation in my tone. "My breakfast," I informed her, "Claire and Julia made extra food for me, so I don't need it anymore."

Aria's reaction was swift, and her frown deepened as she gazed down at the offered meal. "Are you trying to poison me?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. The suspicion in her eyes was hard to miss.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her accusation, not taking it too seriously. "I wish I could," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "But I know it's not that easy to take you out with a little poison. You could simply Dispel it with a snap of your fingers." If the devil and the goddess were going to have a showdown, it'd have to be manual. We'd have to do the dirty work ourselves, and it would take some real bloodshed. Curses and poison wouldn't cut it.

Her frown deepened with each passing moment. "Why did you give it to me?" She seemed genuinely perplexed by my seemingly random act of generosity.

I couldn't help but take a mocking tone as I responded, not one to let her off the hook so easily. "Because someone just gave all her money to a random girl last night," I declared with a sly smirk. I knew she must be hungry, and I had a sneaky suspicion that by offering her food, I might be able to catch her off-guard or perhaps make her more careless in our interactions. After all, I was always one step ahead.

Aria was clearly taken aback by my revelation. "What?" she exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes wide with surprise.

I let out an exasperated sigh, my patience wearing thin. "Just eat it," I insisted, my voice laced with irritation. "We have an important mission, and you and I are connected by the thread of fate. I have no idea what would happen if you were to die, and I sure as hell don't want your recklessness ruining my investigation," I reasoned, the gravity of our shared destiny becoming all too apparent. It was a peculiar dance of trust and manipulation, and I was determined to make it work to my advantage.

Puriel's silence lingered as she cautiously peeked into the bag's contents, her eyes darting between the food and me. Her gaze then shifted back to meet mine, and there was a moment of unspoken understanding between us.

"Thank you. I appreciate it," she finally said, her voice holding a touch of gratitude as she accepted the food. With that, she turned and quietly left the infirmary.

As the door closed behind her, I couldn't help but scoff under my breath. "Thank you she said," I muttered in a low voice, my tone dripping with sarcasm. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from her, and it caught me off guard.

With a shake of my head, I turned my attention back to the table, where a book awaited me.