Chapter 470. You’re Acting Like A Fool

Seven Sins System Chapter 470. You’re Acting Like A Fool

I watched her for a moment, taking in the sight of her back turned to me as she continued to search the ground around the slides. Her movements were purposeful, but there was a tension in her shoulders. She was angry, frustrated, and perhaps a little embarrassed, though she would never admit it.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I retorted, my voice softer than before, though it still carried a hint of exasperation. “It’s the middle of the night, Puriel. You should be resting, not out here searching for something you’re not going to find.”

She didn’t stop, her flashlight beam still sweeping the ground around the slides, her back rigid and unyielding. “That necklace is important to me,” she said simply, as if those few words justified the hours she’d spent combing the playground, as if that was reason enough to drive herself to exhaustion over something that seemed so insignificant.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I get that, but you’re acting like a fool. Besides, I’m here. The creator of that necklace is here. Why do you still need it?” My tone was sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it.

She finally stopped, the beam of her flashlight resting on a patch of ground near the slide. Her shoulders tensed, and I could see the internal conflict in the way she gripped the flashlight tighter. Slowly, she turned to face me, her expression hard to read—somewhere between annoyance and something softer, almost vulnerable.

“It’s not just about the necklace,” she said quietly, her voice carrying an edge of defiance. “It’s about what it represents. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” I challenged, stepping closer. “You think I don’t understand what it’s like to hold onto something because it means more than just its physical form? You think I haven’t done the same thing?” My voice softened, the frustration giving way to something else—something that felt dangerously close to empathy. I had lost my beloved ones once and there was no way I didn’t understand this.

Puriel’s eyes narrowed, her gaze locking onto mine as if she were searching for something—maybe sincerity, maybe weakness. I wasn’t sure what she expected to find, but I held her gaze, letting her see that I was serious, that I wasn’t just here to mock or belittle her.

“It’s not the same,” she finally said, her tone guarded. “You’ve never had to carry what that necklace represents. You’ve never—” She stopped herself, shaking her head as if dismissing the thought. “It’s not just an object, Azrael. It’s a reminder of who I was… who we were. And it’s all I have left.”

“So you cling to the past while you know you can’t go back. Why don’t you think about the present or maybe the future instead of being stuck in the past?” I asked her, my frown deepening as I tried to understand her stubbornness. I wanted to shake her out of this pointless obsession, to make her see how futile it all was.

But as I spoke, I could see the way her expression changed—her own frown mirrored mine, but there was a softness in her eyes, a sadness that made my chest tighten. “The present doesn’t support me, us,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with melancholy rather than the usual firmness I was accustomed to. “And I know the future is a dead end,” she added, her tone matter-of-fact, as if she had already accepted this grim reality.

I opened my mouth to argue, to tell her she was being ridiculous, but she spoke again, cutting me off before I could even find the words. “The necklace is all I have to hold onto that memory—that we were once best friends, even though I just found out you think of me as your pet.” There was a bitter edge to her words.

For a moment, I was speechless. I couldn’t say anything because, deep down, I knew she had a point. There was no future for us, not the way things were. We were too different, our views too fundamentally opposed, and our statuses too deeply entrenched in the roles we played. She was a goddess and I was a devil. There was no way either of us would ever truly give in, and the idea of a future together was nothing more than a dead-end road.

Yet even as I acknowledged this harsh truth, I knew neither of us would turn around and walk away. We were stuck, trapped in this liminal space between what we had been and what we could never be. It was as if we were standing at the edge of a precipice, staring into the abyss, waiting for something—anything—to change it all.

A miracle… That’s what we were hoping for, wasn’t it?

Some impossible interventions that would make everything fall into place. It was almost laughable. Here we were, two immortal beings, powerful beyond measure, and yet we were reduced to hoping for miracles like the mortals we so often looked down upon.

I let out a heavy breath. “You’re right,” I finally admitted, my voice quieter now, stripped of the earlier frustration. “The future is a dead end for us, isn’t it? We’re stuck in this place, caught between what we used to be and what we can never be.” The words tasted bitter, but there was a strange relief in saying them aloud.

For a moment, we just stood there in silence. I could see the sadness in her eyes, the resignation that mirrored my own.

Then, breaking the silence, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the necklace I had just created. I held it out to her, letting the gold chain dangle from my fingers, the purple stone catching the faint light of the moon. I didn’t say anything, just watched her reaction as I offered it to her.

She looked at the necklace, her eyes widening in surprise. “You found it?” she asked, but the uncertainty in her voice.

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