Seven Sins System Chapter 666. A Proper Dinner
Seven Sins System Chapter 666. A Proper Dinner
Today somehow passed faster than I thought.
Maybe it was the paperwork. Maybe it was Red. Maybe it was the idiots being just loud enough to drag me out of my own head for a few hours.
Or maybe it was me avoiding the roof.
But yeah—when the sun dipped low behind the academy's skyline and turned the windows gold, I realized I hadn't brooded even once since lunch.
Progress.
Dinner plans were already set, because apparently three of my students-turned-harem members had conspired. Evie, Rachel, and Claire.
They asked—no, insisted—on a proper dinner. Real food. Real reservation. Real dressing up.
Fine.
I let them pick the place. I didn’t care. Human food tasted weird to me anyway—flat, lacking the kick of blood-spiked mana or charred demonfruit.
So I did what any responsible devil would do in this economy.
I used Devil’s Craft to make a few bricks of gold, sold them on the underground market, and wired the cash to a burner card.
Yeah, Puriel knew I was in the mortal world now. No need to play it safe.
And if the Celestials wanted to b*tch about financial tampering, I’d gladly remind them how they dumped an Ancient One on the old capital like it was a trash bin.
So yeah.
Dinner.
A very human evening on the 40th floor of a glass tower, somewhere between elegance and pretension. The restaurant had soft jazz, crystal chandeliers, an entire wall made of aquarium glass, and steak prices that could kill a small country.
Perfect.
We arrived together.
One portal step and the wind changed—from moonlit academy stone to chilled luxury air, polished marble floors, and a panoramic view of the city from forty stories up.
The restaurant shimmered with gold light and crystal. High ceilings, soft jazz, velvet chairs, waiters who looked like they judged your soul based on how you held a fork. I didn’t care. I’d bought the table out for the night.
Evie, Rachel, and Claire flanked me like chaos in high heels.
Evie wore red, because of course she did. Fox ears perked, tail swaying like a threat, and a halter dress that looked like it had been designed in a war room. She walked with confidence and a wicked smile, owning every stare we passed. She didn’t need introductions—she was the occasion.
Rachel bounced beside her, her heels too high, her energy too bright. Hair braided back with soft pink ribbons, she practically sparkled with excitement, her satin pink dress dancing with every step. Innocent mischief, wrapped in deadly curiosity.
And Claire... Claire was cool restraint in a bottle of fine wine. Emerald gown, soft shimmer. Elven grace in motion. She didn’t look like she was trying to impress. She just was impressive.
None of them said anything. Just looked around the restaurant like they’d already decided who they’d seduce, kill, or rob—possibly all three.
We were seated in a corner booth, high-backed and secluded. City lights stretched behind us, full of skyscrapers, drifting drones, and stars that didn’t quite look real anymore.
A private server bowed, whispered something about imported truffle dust and sea foam this-or-that. I nodded like I understood. I didn’t.
The three of them slid in around me.
Evie raised a brow. “Portal entry? Fancy.”
I adjusted my sleeves. “You wanted fine dining. I deliver.”
Claire smirked. “Next time, warn us. That wind almost ruined my hair.”
“You look fine,” I said, eyes dragging over her collarbone just long enough to make her catch her breath.
Rachel slid in beside me, looking like she wanted to bounce. “This is so expensive. Like, does the fork cost money if we drop it? Is the air extra?”
“Breathe lightly,” I said. “Every inhale over five seconds adds a service charge.”
She gasped. “Really?”
Evie snorted.
The waiter returned. We ordered sparkling waters. Starters. Something with too much sauce and a name I couldn’t pronounce. I let them choose. Mortal food was strange to me—textured but flat, complex but dull. Still, I paid for the illusion.
The girls chatted like they weren’t secretly part of a devil’s inner circle.
I didn’t say much.
Mostly listened.
Watched.
Rachel played with her straw. Claire corrected the waiter’s pronunciation of something elvish. Evie leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she whispered something about the host trying too hard to hide his bloodline.
They didn’t ask why I was quiet.
Not yet.
But they noticed.
Of course they did.
Evie was the first to tilt her head, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“You feel… heavier,” she said. “Off.”
I looked at her. “I didn’t eat lunch.”
She didn’t believe it, but she didn’t push.
Rachel chimed in instead. “Did something happen? You’ve got that look again.”
“What look?” I asked, sipping my wine.
Claire cut in. “Like you just destroyed something sacred and forgot to feel guilty about it.”
“Sounds on brand,” I said dryly.
They didn’t laugh.
Evie’s hand rested gently on my knee under the table. Not possessive. Just there. Like she could sense the things I wasn’t saying.
They didn’t know about Puriel.
And I didn’t feel like saying her name tonight.
Not here.
Not now.
So I changed the subject.
“Anyway,” I said. “How’s the class? Still on fire?”
That got a reaction.
Rachel beamed. “Oh! Mr Connor added new training dummies that explode if you hit the wrong sequence.”
“Ion set one off by sneezing,” Claire added. “He nearly torched the courtyard.”
Evie’s lips twitched. “He was trying to impress a girl. You should’ve seen his face.”
“I should’ve brought popcorn,” I said.
Rachel leaned in, eyes bright. “Evie beat three people during the last combat drill. She faked a retreat, then lured them into a trap.”
Evie shrugged. “They were slow. And annoying. And kept asking if I was seeing someone.”
I blinked. “Were they...?”
“Yup,” she said sweetly.
The food came. Beautifully plated. Smelled like grilled luxury.
I picked at mine. Let Rachel feed me a bite off her fork. Let Claire switch plates with me just to test my taste. Let Evie steal the last bit of steak from my dish and wink when I caught her.