Chapter 378. Classic Trust Issue
Seven Sins System Chapter 378. Classic Trust Issue
Meanwhile, the other two tentacles morphed into replicas of myself and Puriel, their features eerily accurate down to the smallest detail. With a silent command, they settled onto the ground beside us.
The fourth tentacle—a slender appendage that transformed into a stealthy mosquito, its whirring wings barely audible as it slipped through the bars of our cell and into the room beyond. Further into the building, the mosquito's form began to shift and contort, morphing into a grotesque semblance of a severed hand with a gaping maw where its palm should have been. With a hungry snarl, it lunged towards the table where the goons had stashed my wallet, its jaws snapping shut around the leather before the startled thugs even had a chance to react.
With my stolen belongings securely in its grasp, it reverted to its mosquito form and made a beeline back to me, its mission accomplished. It landed on my outstretched palm.
Its sleek form morphing seamlessly into its original shape. With a satisfying crunch, it spewed my wallet in my palm. I grinned triumphantly.
With a quick tug, I released the chain binding my hands, the metal links clattering to the ground with a satisfying clang. Freedom, or at least a semblance of it, was within reach.
Taking a step forward, I approached Puriel, stopping in front of her with a tentative smile. My hand extended towards her.
"Shall we go now?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of eagerness. But as I met her gaze, I could see the disbelief writ plain on her face—a furrowed brow and a skeptical expression.
Her hesitation grated on my nerves. Didn't she understand that I was trying to be nice?
"I'm just trying to be nice, you know," I explained. "Since both of us are trapped here." The words came out sharper than I intended, tinged with a hint of irritation. I could understand her skepticism, her reluctance to trust my sudden change of heart. But that didn't make it any less frustrating.
‘I should act as annoying as usual. Being nice to her was a bad idea. I feel like a fool,’ I thought bitterly, mentally kicking myself for my momentary lapse in judgment. It was like I had forgotten who I was, like I had let my guard down for just a moment and allowed myself to be vulnerable.
But then, just when I had resigned myself to the inevitable backlash of my ill-advised kindness, Puriel surprised me. In one swift motion, she broke the chain that bound her hands. Before I could react, she reached out and took my hand in hers.
I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by her sudden change.
Without a word, I pulled her towards me. For a few heartbeats, we stood facing each other, our hands still connected.
"I don't know what got into you, but you act strange," she stated bluntly, her gaze fixed on some distant point in the shadows.
A dry chuckle escaped my lips at her observation. "Yeah, well, stranger things have happened," I replied, giving her a wry smile.
But then, to my surprise, her tone softened, her voice barely above a whisper. "Still, I feel grateful for that," she admitted.
"Oh..." I couldn't help but let out an unexpected sound of surprise, the word slipping past my lips before I could stop it. It caught me off guard, a spontaneous reaction to Puriel's unexpected gratitude. 'That is definitely unexpected,' I thought, inwardly chastising myself for my lack of control. If I let slip what I truly thought, it would only sour the fragile mood between us.
Quickly, I pivoted, turning my dry smile into a more cheerful one. “Let's say, I'm not in the mood to argue with you and a little hungry,” I stated.
Her gaze shifted to me, her expression guarded yet curious. This time, it was her turn to offer a dry smile in response to my words. “We'll see if what you say is the truth or a lie,” she remarked, gently extricating her hand from mine.
I felt a twinge of annoyance at her skepticism. But I couldn't blame her for her caution—not after everything we had been through.
I cringed internally at the skepticism in Puriel's gaze. 'Right, the devil always lies after all,' I grumbled to myself.
With a resigned sigh, I turned around and conjured a portal with a flick of my wrist. I gestured for Puriel to step through first.
But to my frustration, she remained rooted to the spot, her expression guarded and skeptical. Her gaze seemed to say “I don't believe you” or maybe “Is this your trap? Why did you ask me to get in first?”
‘Classic trust issue,’ I thought, rolling my eyes inwardly.
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