Chapter 422. You Aren’t The Only One
Seven Sins System Chapter 422. You Aren’t The Only One
Those words lingered in my mind.
I turned to the window, watching the first light of dawn creep across the horizon.
“What makes you want to go back that badly?” I muttered to myself.
But the real question was deeper, more perplexing.
Why does she insist on making this strange relationship between us work? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
I clicked my tongue in irritation and tried to shake off the thoughts, to refocus on the mission I had just completed. This mission was supposed to be the end of my troubles, the final nail in the coffin that would prevent any more demons from breaking through the shadow realm.
With this, no one would be able to accuse me of incompetence or treachery ever again.
My mind drifted to the future, imagining my return to my palace. I could see it clearly. The lavish halls, the opulence that surrounded me.
I would have all my women with me. My life would be one of luxury and indulgence, just as it should be. And now, with the addition of new assistants—those leaders now reduced to puppets—I wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. They would handle my affairs, ensuring everything ran smoothly while I basked in my well-deserved hedonism.
It was perfect. This was the reason I had been in such a rush. And I did. Now, with this behind me, I could finally relax.
But there was still Puriel. The angels were her problem, not mine. I had no desire to meddle in their affairs. Let her deal with the consequences, the cleanup. It was fine by me.
"Well... maybe I should stay here a little longer until I get all the ingredients I need to make Baelthor's potion," I muttered to myself, pacing the room. The potion was crucial, and the ingredients were rare, only obtainable through Puriel.
That, deep inside, was probably another reason for me to stay here longer. It wasn’t like I had any affection for this pathetic mortal realm. No, it was purely practical.
But as much as I tried to rationalize it, Puriel's sad face kept intruding on my thoughts. And I didn't understand why it bother me.
I shook my head vigorously, trying to dislodge the persistent image.
“I should report this great news to Dad,” I muttered, eager to divert my mind to something else, something that made sense.
I reached into the drawer of my desk and pulled out my phone. I glanced at my double, who was sprawled out on my bed, snoring softly.
Ignoring him, I began typing the necessary information for my report, providing detailed evidence of the mission's success. The captured leaders, the dismantled operations, the dark crystals—it all needed to be documented.
I knew I should call my father directly, but I was exhausted.
The mission had taken its toll, and all I wanted now was a few hours of sleep. I sent the report, attached the evidence, and put the phone down on the mini table by my bed.
The screen's soft glow dimmed, plunging the room back into semi-darkness. I turned my attention to my double.
With a snap, he dissolved into a tentacle, slithering back into my body.
Without further ado, I began stripping off my clothes. My jacket hit the floor first, followed by my shirt, pants, and finally my underwear. The cool air of the room brushed against my bare skin. The thought of a bath crossed my mind, but the fatigue was too overpowering. It could wait until morning.
I dropped onto my bed without a second thought, feeling the soft mattress.
Before I could drift off to sleep, I felt a familiar sensation—a pair of eyes watching me. I glanced towards the window and, sure enough, there she was.
Puriel stood on the rooftop of the female dorm building. It looked like she was keeping an eye on the surroundings, but I knew better. Her attention was fixed on me.
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
'Pervert,' I thought, amused.
I turned fully to face her, laying on my side with my head propped up by my hand. My other hand’s index finger moved in a slow, beckoning motion, inviting her to join me. It was a challenge.
Puriel noticed my gesture, and even from this distance, I could see her face flush with embarrassment.
Her eyes widened, and she seemed to hesitate, caught between her instincts and the emotions she couldn’t quite suppress.
But instead of accepting my silent invitation, she looked away, turning her head sharply.
A moment later, she disappeared.
The smirk vanished from my lips, replaced by a cold, contemplative gaze. Of course, what I did was a prank. I knew her answer even before I made the gesture. It was a game, this dance of push and pull.
“You aren’t the only one with a dilemma, Puriel. I too… feel the same as you,” I muttered to the empty room.
The words felt strange on my tongue. They felt heavy and bitter. My pride was too immense to fully admit it, yet here I was, acknowledging all of it like nothing.
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