Seven Sins System Chapter 491. Not Guilty, But Responsibility
Before she could respond, I teleported to her side in a flash, appearing right next to her on the infirmary bed. I leaned in closer, my eyes locked onto hers. The sunlight reflected in her deep, intense gaze, and I could see her struggling to maintain her usual calm.
"You also wouldn’t have been on the building’s rooftop last night," I teased, my voice low, reminding her of the not-so-secretive mont from the night before.
Her face imdiately turned red, a rare flush of embarrassnt creeping up her usually composed features. She shifted slightly, clearly caught off guard. “You knew I was there?” she asked, her voice quiet, laced with surprise.
“Of course,” I said, leaning a little closer, my smirk widening. “We’ve been enemies for as long as I can rember. There’s no way I’d miss sothing like that.”
For a mont, she was speechless, her lips parting as if to say sothing, but no words ca. Her eyes flickered with emotions she was trying to hide—surprise, maybe even a hint of vulnerability. She hadn’t expected to notice her presence, and certainly not to call her out on it now.
“And I also know what you brought ,” I added, my tone softening but still teasing. “Thank you for the bandage.” I leaned back slightly, giving her space but watching her reaction closely. I could tell she wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of gratitude, especially from soone like .
She huffed, crossing her arms defensively, though I could still see the blush on her cheeks. “Don’t get wrong,” she muttered. “I just felt bad since that wound happened because of the necklace.”
I chuckled softly, leaning back and resting my arms on the bed behind . “Ah, so the great crown princess of the light realm, Puriel, feels guilty?” I teased, enjoying the rare sight of her flustered.
She shot a sharp look, but the edge in her glare wasn’t as harsh as usual. “It’s not guilt. It’s… responsibility,” she corrected, her voice a little firr now. “And besides, I assu you used my Holy Water to purify the necklace, right?”
There it was... her attempt to regain control of the conversation. I saw the spark of her usual confidence return as she tried to shift the focus away from her own mont of vulnerability.
“Of course,” I replied smoothly, nodding. “I couldn’t let your precious gift go to waste. The Holy Water did the trick. It’s purified now and you could wear it without any problem,” I said, glancing at the necklace on her neck. “It also still carries a touch of your power.”
Puriel’s lips tightened into a thin line, her eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s not my power,” she said. “It’s divine power. You shouldn’t be so casual about it.”
I shrugged, brushing off her comnt. “Divine, demonic... it all serves a purpose. I don’t care. As long as it made sure the necklace was clean.” I leaned in closer again, locking eyes with her. “Besides, you’re the one who gave it to . Whether you admit it or not, you’ve already crossed more lines than you’d like to believe.”
Her face softened for a brief mont, the usual steel in her expression replaced by sothing more vulnerable. “I’m still a servant of the light, Azrael,” she said, though the conviction in her voice wasn’t as strong as usual. “I didn’t give it to you as so kind of… olive branch. It was a misunderstanding.”
I leaned back, crossing my arms and giving her a knowing smirk. “Yes, a misunderstanding,” I repeated nonchalantly. It was obvious she wasn’t being entirely honest, but I decided to let her dance around the truth for now. Still, there were things that didn’t add up, and I wasn’t about to let them slide.
“So, tell ,” I started, my tone casual but with an edge of curiosity, “why did you run away last night? Why didn’t you just give the bandage directly?”
Puriel stiffened slightly, her posture becoming more rigid as if she had expected this question but wasn’t prepared for it nonetheless. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, then sighed. “I saw you with Red,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I wasn’t interested in disturbing your… intimacy.”
I raised an eyebrow, my smirk growing. “So, jealousy, huh?”
Her sharp gaze shot to mine, eyes narrowing with a fierceness that didn’t quite match the blush still lingering on her cheeks. “No,” she snapped, her voice cold but not convincing.
I chuckled softly, leaning in slightly. “You’re terrible at lying, Puriel. Especially to . Devils can practically taste lies, and you trying to lie to ? That’s a pretty stupid attempt.”
She huffed, clearly frustrated with but not willing to admit I was right. “It wasn’t jealousy,” she insisted, though there was less fire behind her words now. “I simply didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Interrupt?” I echoed, tilting my head with a teasing grin. “Or were you avoiding sothing? Maybe even avoid ?”
She clenched her jaw, her eyes flickering with annoyance, but there was sothing else there too, sothing deeper. “I wasn’t avoiding you,” she said, though the way she said it made think she was trying to convince herself more than .
I sighed, my teasing tone softening just a bit. “Then why did you avoid this morning, when I was jogging? I saw you. We exchanged glances, but you turned away. You didn’t even say hi.”
Puriel shifted uncomfortably, her usual confident deanor faltering. “I didn’t see you,” she lied, her voice quiet.
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “Liar,” I said calmly, locking eyes with her. “Trying to lie to a devil? That’s a bold move.”
She bit her lip, clearly caught. Her face turned red again, but this ti it wasn’t from embarrassnt—it was from frustration. She didn’t like being cornered like this, and I knew it. Puriel wasn’t used to being vulnerable, especially not around soone like .
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