Chapter 363. What’s Her Problem?

Seven Sins System Chapter 363. What’s Her Problem?

“Ugh… sounds boring,” Barry grunted in disappointment.

Darren and Ion joined in, shaking their heads from side to side.

“Right, I knew it. You guys just want drama. Don't you get enough drama from all the rumors?" I exclaimed in an annoying tone, unable to resist a theatrical eye roll. "If the academy fires me because I'm too controversial, you'll miss me," I added with a sly grin, teasing them.

"That's super ultra overconfident," Ion interjected with a hiss, a cringe etching across his face as if my words had physically pained him.

I shot them a flat stare, the kind that said, "Seriously?" because, well, seriously?

"Really, Ion?" Claire said, voicing the collective sentiment with a hint of annoyance.

Darren raised his hands to shoulder height and grinned innocently. “Okay, we were kidding. We will miss you. I mean, you've taught us a lot," he finally admitted, surrendering to the truth.

Barry, always ready with a cheeky remark, nudged my arm and grinned. “Don't be mad, doc. Or you will get more wrinkles,” he teased, earning an eye roll from me. As if I needed more reasons to contemplate the aging process.

“You guys better appreciate me," I quipped, a playful smirk forming on my face. "Because let's face it, no one else would put up with your shenanigans.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “We do, Doc. Somehow, we do,” she said with a hint of a smile. And in that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, their theatrics weren't that intolerable.

“Well, our last mentor almost went crazy because of Barry's stupidity. Only you can handle him. So don't leave us," added Ion, throwing a pointed look at Barry.

“Hey! I'm not stupid!" Barry retorted with a pout, crossing his arms defensively.

Once again, they dove headfirst into their exchange of insults and jokes, bantering with enthusiasm.

Evie and Claire decided to join this time. I could feel the energy in the room escalate, but instead of jumping into the verbal jousting, I opted for a long exhale and a well-practiced eye roll. This kind of banter felt a tad too childish for my taste, so I chose to observe from the sidelines.

It was funny, really. Despite the eons behind me, I found myself engaged in these seemingly trivial arguments more often than not. The other Lords of Sins and I would bicker about the most absurd things, proving that age didn't necessarily bring wisdom; sometimes, it just brought more opportunities to argue about who misplaced a mortal’s soul.

Then... I couldn't help but notice Puriel on the other bench. She was with her team, diligently cleaning up, but her gaze remained fixed on me. There was a curiosity in those eyes, a hunger for understanding, and maybe a hint of displeasure. It wasn't unusual for her to observe, but today, there was an intensity that I couldn't quite decipher.

I caught her eye, and for a brief moment, our gazes locked. There was something unspoken in that exchange – a silent dialogue between two beings who had seen more than their fair share of centuries. It was curiosity and lingering emotions that neither of us openly acknowledged.

‘What’s her problem?’ I thought, a perplexed frown etching my face. I stood there, engaged in a casual chat with my team. Nothing out of the ordinary – just the usual banter and laughter that accompanied our downtime. Yet, Puriel shot me a look, a look that hinted at disapproval or maybe annoyance.

Hadn't she witnessed my leadership in action multiple times before? It felt like an unnecessary scrutiny for a simple conversation.

I caught her eyes widening as our gazes met. But before I could dwell on it further, a woman's voice chimed in from the other side of me. “Doc, do you have time to teach me for a bit?” she said.

I turned to the source of the voice and found Fiona standing there, her usual shyness evident in the hesitant way she spoke. A faint blush adorned her cheeks, giving away her nervousness. “Sure,” I responded with a warm smile, instantly switching gears from the casual banter with my team to the potential mentorship with Fiona.

Still… I couldn't shake off the feeling of Puriel's lingering gaze. It left me with a lingering sense of curiosity – a puzzle yet to be solved. What was it about a simple conversation with my team that triggered such a reaction?

Fiona, oblivious to the undercurrents, looked up at me with gratitude in her eyes. “Thanks, Doc. I really appreciate it,” she said.

Somehow, I could practically feel the hot gaze drilling into my back, a sensation akin to an oven on bread. No need to guess; it was Puriel. "But it will be a short session," I quipped, refusing to let the intensity disrupt the easy smile on my face. I glanced back at Puriel, and there it was – displeasure etched clearer on her face. “Somebody doesn't seem to like that very much,” I continued, my tone tinged with just a hint of disgust.

Fiona, caught in the crossfire of our tension, nervously glanced at Puriel. Sensing the unspoken disapproval, she immediately jumped in. “Should I tell her that I just want to train? I didn't mean anything," she stammered.

I redirected my gaze back to Fiona, offering her a reassuring smile. “That won't work, and it's not because she's jealous of you,” I stated. It wasn't about jealousy. I knew it was because of the fear that I might somehow corrupt Fiona.

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