Seven Sins System Chapter 726. Monkeys with Matches

Seven Sins System Chapter 726. Monkeys with Matches

I ignored him.

Because I wasn’t listening to my dad anymore.

I was watching Puriel.

She wasn’t glaring at me. Not today. Not smirking or scoffing or calling me names in that divine ice-queen tone of hers. She was just… watching. Like she was trying to measure something inside me she couldn’t see.

Me? I was doing the same.

For once, we weren’t opponents across a battlefield.

We were just… confused.

What the hell were we supposed to do now?

I didn’t trust her mother.

She didn’t trust my father.

But the thing in the ruins? The stitched fusion? The bleeding coffins? That changed everything. That wasn’t sin. That wasn’t virtue. That was wrong.

Lysathie finally said, “I admit the reports are… troubling.”

“Troubling?” Diablo scoffed. “You think this is a fucking logistical issue? They’re building gods in pieces. Fusion rituals. Mana splicing. They are harvesting relics and corpses and angelic essence and demonic blood. That’s not ‘troubling,’ Lysathie. That’s blasphemy.”

Her brow furrowed, but her voice stayed even. “And yet, they’ve been hiding it. From both sides. I find that more concerning.”

Mamon held up his tablet without looking up. “If we don’t act now, the containment curve becomes irreversible.”

“Damn nerd,” Levi muttered.

Asmo let out a loud, dramatic sigh. “So when are we getting to the part where we’re allowed to burn something? Or are we still playing ‘let’s all hold hands and talk’?”

Belph let out a snore, then cracked one eye open. “Can’t we… vote? Or sleep on it?”

I flicked a tentacle at him. “Stay awake.”

“Rude,” he mumbled, then stuffed his pillow behind his head again.

Beel let out a loud CRUNCH as he bit into a new burger. “I say let’s eat the cultists. Probably juicy.”

Lysathie glanced at Puriel. “You were the first to witness it. What do you believe we should do?”

All heads turned.

Puriel stood slowly. Her white armor gleamed like moonlight. Her face was unreadable, perfect as always. But I saw it. The tremble in her fingers. The tightness around her eyes.

“I believe…” she started, then faltered.

Lily blinked, sitting up a bit. She noticed it too.

Puriel looked at me.

And suddenly I felt like she wasn’t asking her mother anymore.

She was asking me.

Her lips parted again, softer now. “I believe we need to investigate together.”

A silence fell.

Even Luci stopped swirling his wine.

Diablo arched a brow.

Puriel’s voice was steady. “This threat doesn’t care if we’re light or dark. It’s neither. It’s mortal. And it’s hungry.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

But my throat still tightened.

Because I could see it behind her eyes. The question. The plea. The impossible hope.

Can we stop fighting long enough to fix this?

Can we be something other than enemies?

Even just once?

I didn’t speak. Not yet. Just stared back.

The tentacles curled tighter around the chair. My wings itched beneath my skin. My jaw clenched.

Because I wanted to say yes.

But I didn’t know how.

Lysathie said, “This is unprecedented. But I agree. A joint task force. Two from each side.”

“What, like a school field trip?” Levi muttered.

Diablo gave him a look that shut him up instantly.

“I’ll send my son,” Diablo said. “And Luci. The rest… you pick.”

Lysathie nodded slowly. “Then I will send Puriel. And Kindness.”

I grimaced.

Seren?

She was the softest damn thing in the realm. A hug with a sword strapped to her back.

But maybe… that was the point.

Luci leaned back with a smirk. “Now this is starting to get entertaining.”

Mamon scrolled something on his tablet.

Asmo cracked his knuckles. “If anyone needs a distraction team, I can offer… divine seduction.”

“Please don’t,” Levi muttered.

Luci swirled his wine without looking up. “Let the man have his fun. At least one of us has market value.”

“Are you calling yourself priceless?” Mamon asked dryly, not even glancing away from his tablet.

“I don’t need to call it. It’s a known fact,” Luci replied with that trademark pride-smirk, the kind that made even his mirror roll its eyes.

Beel, halfway through demolishing what had to be his sixth burger, shrugged with a full mouth. “Luci’s value is exactly one sweet bun. Maybe two if he shaves.”

I cleared my throat.

They didn’t stop. Of course not. They were the Lords of Sin. Casual mockery was our natural background noise. But still… this wasn’t the time for jokes. Or maybe it was. I couldn’t tell anymore.

I leaned back in my seat, let my tentacles unfurl with a soft hiss and ripple. One wrapped lazily around the armrest, another snaked down and tapped the cold floor twice, thinking.

I exhaled.

“Now,” I finally said, voice low but slicing through the noise. “My questions are…”

The tentacles moved again. A light slap against the stone to shut up Beel’s humming.

“What should we do?”

Silence.

Yeah. That did it.

I stood up slowly, letting the shadows stretch behind me.

I looked across the table. Eight divine bastards. Eight sin-born degenerates. And me.

“Are we just investigating? Roaming around? Playing detective in a realm with nobles who don’t even know what’s living under their soil?”

No one answered. So I laughed.

“You know they’re hiding. You know they don’t have real kings or lords anymore. Mortal realm’s a mess. You want us to knock and ask politely?”

Queen Lysathie finally tilted her chin. “You speak as if you have a better plan.”

That voice. I swear, she could make a death sentence sound like a bedtime story.

I met her gaze and smirked. Real slow. Real evil.

“I’m Wrath.”

The tentacles coiled, dragged across the floor like a growl. “You know what my idea is.”

Puriel flinched, just slightly. I caught it. Yeah, so did Luci. His brows arched with amusement.

The queen didn’t blink. “Seems your time in the mortal realm hasn’t changed you.”

I grinned. Wider this time. “Oh, it has. I learned a lot.”

“Then why do you still act like this?”