Seven Sins System Chapter 629. Enchanted Candles
Seven Sins System Chapter 629. Enchanted Candles
I met my father’s gaze.
“And the moment I saw it… I knew. That place—it was the Light Realm. I’ve seen it. In fragments. In echoes. But the way he painted it… it wasn’t just from rumor or imagination. He knew what it looked like.”
I shook my head slowly. “He shouldn’t have been able to see it. He shouldn’t have been there. But he painted it like someone who stood there. Like someone who didn’t just witness it—someone who lost it.”
My voice turned cold. Quiet.
“He didn’t just see the Light Realm. He loved it. Or someone in it. He painted it himself. It’s signed at the bottom—old royal mark. That wasn’t a fake. It wasn’t copied.”
He didn’t speak, but I saw the stillness in his body. He was listening carefully now. Not just as a king—but as someone who remembered that view.
I paused. Let that hang in the room.
My father’s voice came low and slow. “Asmo’s father died during the Calamity. Along with the other six Lords of Sin.”
“Exactly,” I said, my voice lowering to match his. “But this painting… it’s older than that. Older than the Calamity.”
And that…
That changed everything.
“Also… I brought these,” I said, putting the items on his desk.
Candles. Each hand-crafted, each sealed with a faint shimmer of magic and etched with symbols—not standard demonic glyphs. These were warped. Almost divine.
“These were buried in a drawer in Morgana’s old room.”
I stepped back and crossed my arms as he stared down at them.
He didn’t move to touch them yet. Just watched. His silence was heavier than any threat.
“We need to know what these really are,” I said. “Because they’re not just mood props. They’re echoes.”
I activated Analyze. My vision shifted—lines of runic code crawling across the candles, system text flickering in the corner of my eye.
[Item: Sinbound Candle – “Lustful Regret”]
[Grade: B+ (Modified Enchantment)]
[Type: Enchanted Object (Aphrodisiac / Resonance Catalyst)]
[Effect: Emits pheromantic vapor that heightens lust and emotional vulnerability, especially in magic-sensitive beings tied to Lust. Enhances suppressed bonds and may temporarily spike divine-demonic resonance during peak arousal. Highly reactive when emotions or desire are unstable. Use with extreme caution!]
[Mana Signature:
[65% Lust Domain (Unstable Channeling)]
[20% Demonic Essence]
[15% Divine Trace (Residual, likely Light-aligned)]
[Status: Volatile. Handle with caution. Effects compound when used near bonded individuals.]
I frowned slightly.
I muttered, “This thing doesn’t just smell like sin. It reactivates it.”
He gave me a look but nodded. “It’s a Lust trigger. But the divine trace... that's the anomaly.”
I picked up the second candle, labeled Sinshine, and activated Analyze.
[Analyzing Object: Enchanted Candle – “Sinshine”]
[Scan Complete.]
[Item: Dreamlaced Candle – “Sinshine”]
[Grade: A-]
[Type: Enchanted Object (Aphrodisiac / Memory Projection Artifact)]
[Effect: Releases an aromatic mist that induces euphoria and projects Light Realm memories, causing full-sensory illusions in magic-sensitive individuals.]
[Mana Signature:]
[70% Lust Domain (Enhanced Passion Weaving)]
[10% Demonic Residue (Unknown)]
[20% Divine Trace (Stolen / Transposed via Dreamwalking)]
[Status: Dormant. Highly reactive to aroused or emotionally unstable subjects.]
I set the candle down slowly.
“Divine scent, lust-based activation, and Light Realm memory anchoring,” I muttered. “These weren’t made for pleasure. They’re bait. Emotional landmines.”
He nodded, but said nothing—just watching the candlelight reflect off the sharp edge of his ring. Thinking. Calculating.
Something was wrong here.
These weren’t just toys.
They were tools.
And someone left them behind like breadcrumbs in a trap set eons ago.
And now we were following the scent.
My father didn’t speak. But I could tell— Behind that perfect stillness, the gears in his head were grinding hard. Every flicker in the candlelight reflected off his eyes like storm clouds shifting behind stained glass. Calculating. Dismantling. Rebuilding a picture only he could see.
I leaned on the desk, folding my arms. “Could it be…” I started slowly, “that Asmo’s dad and the Goddess of Love were working together? I mean—before the Calamity. Way back.”
His gaze flicked to me. Sharp. Skeptical.
“For what?” he asked dryly. “To make Light and Darkness fall in love with each other and hold hands on a rainbow bridge?”
Mockery dripped off every word.
I didn’t flinch. “Yeah. Actually.”
His brow arched, like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or exile me.
“You know Asmo,” I continued. “He’s always had this obsession with fusion. Balance. Mixing domains. I remember his last birthday party. Where he wanted me and the other lords to screw one of his succubi at the same time and combine our sin seeds.”
His face was stone. “You know that’s impossible, right?”
“Of course I know,” I muttered, waving a hand. “It was stupid. But that’s the point—he thinks about it. The concept of combining powers. Of making something new. So if he got that idea in his head… maybe it didn’t start with him.”
Silence. Heavy.
Then he said, quietly, “Maybe it started with his father.”
That landed.
For a moment, he didn’t look at me. Just stared at the candles like they were fossils of an ancient betrayal. Then he spoke again. “Do you think we need to—”
“No,” I cut him off gently but firmly. “You don’t need to move on Asmodeus. Not yet. I’ve had spies circling the other lords like for a hundred of years. Nothing weird. Nothing out of place.”
He gave a slow nod. “I see.”
Another pause.
He turned back to the table, to the candles.
“…Should we try to lit it up and smell it?” he asked, voice low. “The scent. Just enough. Tell me if you recognize it.”
I hesitated. Not because I feared the scent.
But because he and I were alone.
I slowly nodded. “Yeah. But we need prep. You know what I mean…”
Our eyes met.
Neither of us said it. But we both paused. Looked around the room. Only two of us here. King and heir.
“We need support,” I said.
He nodded slowly. “You’re right.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “You should call your secretaries.”
He exhaled. “And you?”
“I’ll call Lily and Ivy,” I said. “They can relieve me in case… you know. If what happened in the cave decides to repeat itself here.”
“Good thinking,” he said at last.