Seven Sins System Chapter 361. Personal Cheerleader
For sure, I didn't find any summoning formation that called the Ancient One again. That nickna vanished quicker than a superhero disappearing act. So, there I was, thinking I could dig up so more intel on this whole power ss in the library. Tried to scout around for my summoning formations, the ones that got into this mayhem. But guess what? Nada. Zilch. Couldn't find a single trace of those new summoning circles. It was like they ghosted on .
Sure, there were a couple of summoning formations lying around, but they were old-school. Talking about as the Lord of Wrath and all that jazz. It felt like stumbling onto a relic from the past – a normal summoning thingamajig, not the flashy, life-sucking extravaganza I'd accidentally signed up for.
Anyway, it was like a wild goose chase in the library, and all I got were so outdated summoning circles. Not exactly the breakthrough I was hoping for, but hey, at least it wasn't another round of being called the Ancient One. Small victories, right?
My other activities rolled on like they always did. The usual grind – training my team, dealing with the absurdity of the infirmary, and enduring the antics of the idiotic trio who couldn't resist a visit to the infirmary. Those guys, always fooling around, teasing rcilessly. Why? Oh, just the small matter of my 'complicated' relationship with Puriel. It was like they couldn't resist stirring the pot.
But hey, I was always up for banter. Shot back at them with playful retorts, putting on this ntor act like I was so wise old sage guiding them through the chaos. And then there were my succubi. They needed their 'nourishnt.' Gave them what they needed – they had to stay strong if they wanted to roll with .
Now, Fiona, she was a different story. I took it upon myself to train her every once in a while. Puriel wasn't exactly thrilled when she found out. She practically scread in horror, thinking I was corrupting the poor girl. Reality check, though – I was just trying to turn Fiona into a kickass combat doctor. But Puriel's reaction? It was off the charts.
The students, they ate it up. Started spreading rumors that Puriel was all jealous, and couldn't handle the idea of spending ti with another girl. It was like a high school drama on steroids. Seriously, who knew training soone could lead to such chaos?
It was 05:00 PM, the training ground serving as our daily battlefield. My team and I had just wrapped up our usual routine, beads of sweat and exhaustion blending seamlessly into the familiar training ground. Over there were Julia and her crew, doing their own post-training powwow. And, of course, Puriel and her team were in the mix.
Puriel could've chosen any day or ti for her team's training, but nope. She stuck to the sa schedule as ours. Why? Well, according to the grapevine, she just had to keep her eyes on truly. The rumors, they were like wildfire – spreading faster than a cat video on the internet. People were convinced she was head over heels for . At this point, I'd decided to embrace it; might as well consider her my biggest fan.
"Tell , doc. If that's not love, then what?" Barry, perched on the bench like he was the king of wisdom, teased with that signature shitty grin. His water bottle was clutched in hand, sweat creating rivulets down his face and body.
Darren and Ion, standing on either side, joined in with the most annoying grins plastered on their faces. anwhile, Evie and Claire, off to the side, could only manage a restrained smile, trying to cover it up. Those girls, well, they were used to Puriel's perpetual presence in my orbit.
"Obsession and love are different things, Barry," I declared, a hint of frustration in my tone, eyes rolling skyward for added effect. I took a defiant sip from my water bottle, the cool liquid doing little to ease my annoyance.
Barry couldn't resist adding his two cents. "Well, but the source is still love," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Ion chid in, riding the teasing wave, "Co on, you should be happy. Having a fan like her is not a bad deal. It's like having your own personal cheering squad."
I shot them both a mock glare. "Guys, seriously? She is stalking . It's not like I'm enjoying a loyal following – it's just , trying to survive another day in this world's chaotic circus."
Darren decided to inject a dose of positivity into the conversation. "True. But seriously, Doc, having a prodigy like her interested in you isn't a small thing. It's like having a stamp of approval from soone who knows their stuff. You must be doing sothing right. Besides, she's like your personal cheerleader. Always there, cheering you on from the sidelines."
Ion added, "It's true. I've seen her with those binoculars of hers. Like she's at a rock concert, and you're the headliner."
I couldn't help but chuckle at their absurd theories. Puriel, my 'cheerleader' with binoculars – now that was an image.
"You know I don't really like attention," I deadpanned, shooting them a flat stare accompanied by a dry smile. Attention, in my human form, was like unwanted baggage. Utterly useless. Sure, maybe it had its perks, especially if it could draw out the cult or whatever trouble was brewing in the mortal realm. Still, I wasn't exactly a fan of being in the spotlight in my human guise.
If we were talking about my real form, my devil form, well, that's a whole different story. In that form, attention was my currency. I thrived on it. In fact, I reveled in it. Who wouldn't want mortals bowing at their feet, worshiping the ground they walked on? But, alas, being a devil ca with its own set of rules. Mortals only danced to your tune when they wanted sothing from .
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