Seven Sins System Chapter 781. Am I Intimidating?
Seven Sins System Chapter 781. Am I Intimidating?
Algan stood slightly behind me, posture alert but contained. I caught two faculty members glance at him on the way out of the building. They whispered to each other quietly, eyes flicking toward his broad shoulders.
Military aura did not fade easily.
As we crossed the courtyard toward the infirmary building, several students openly stared.
“Wow,” one girl whispered to her friend as we passed.
“Is he new staff?” another murmured.
Algan noticed. Of course he did.
“…They are observing,” he said quietly.
“They’re curious,” I corrected.
“Am I intimidating?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He considered that.
“Should I reduce posture?”
“Just… relax your shoulders.”
He tried.
It made him look like a soldier pretending to be relaxed. Which somehow made him more noticeable.
I suppressed a smile.
We reached the infirmary building. Clean white exterior. Large windows. The faint smell of antiseptic drifting even before we stepped inside.
The reception area was quiet. A few chairs. A potted plant that looked like it was struggling emotionally. A bulletin board filled with posters about hydration and stress management.
I gestured around.
“This is your battlefield,” I said.
He nodded solemnly.
Inside, the main treatment room gleamed under fluorescent lights. Beds neatly aligned. Cabinets labeled clearly. Medical supplies organized in logical rows.
I moved behind the desk and gestured for him to come closer.
“You’re my assistant,” I said. “Which means you don’t threaten patients.”
He nodded.
“You take vitals. Record information. Hand me tools when I ask. And you don’t glare at teenagers like they insulted your honor.”
“…Understood.”
I handed him a clipboard.
“This is how you document symptoms.”
He stared at the form like it was a foreign weapon.
“Use pen. Not blood.”
He blinked once. “Yes.”
We barely finished the orientation before the first student walked in.
A teenage boy with messy hair and a sheepish expression.
“Uh… Dr. Allen? I twisted my ankle during yesterday’s practice.”
I nodded calmly. “Sit.”
He sat on the examination bed.
Algan stood beside me like a silent armored statue.
The student glanced at him.
“Is he… security?”
“He’s my assistant,” I said.
The boy swallowed.
Algan stepped forward slightly.
“Please place your foot here,” he said.
His voice was calm. Controlled. Professional.
The boy obeyed immediately.
I examined the ankle. Mild swelling. Nothing dramatic.
“Compression wrap,” I said.
Algan handed it to me instantly.
The student stared at him.
“Sir, are you in the army?” the boy asked.
Algan paused.
“Yes,” he said honestly.
“Cool,” the boy breathed.
I finished wrapping the ankle and used my Dark Healing skills. Actually, my Dark Healing was enough to fix this. But this was a mortal way.
As the student left, whispering “That guy is intense,” under his breath, I glanced at Algan.
“You did fine.”
He nodded once, clearly relieved.
I leaned back against the counter and studied him.
“But clearly you’re still thinking about something.”
Algan stiffened slightly.
Silence.
He looked at the floor for a second. Then at his hands. Then finally at me.
“This is… weird, sir.”
“Define weird.”
He exhaled slowly.
“I am Wrath,” he said. “You are Wrath. The Lord.”
His voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was factual. Like stating gravity exists.
“But seeing you now,” he continued, “treating mortals instead of killing them… feels wrong.”
There it was.
Not judgment.
Disorientation.
I huffed softly through my nose.
“Yeah,” I said. “I get it.”
He looked up slightly, surprised by the lack of resistance.
“I also felt wrong the first time,” I admitted. “The first week I was here, I almost broke a student’s wrist because he tried to prank me.”
Algan blinked.
“You did not.”
“I did,” I said calmly. “Reflex.”
He processed that.
“But now?” he asked.
“Now I’m used to it.”
I folded my arms.
“Wrath doesn’t only destroy. It protects too. It guards what it claims.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“These mortals,” I continued, glancing toward the hallway, “are fragile. Stupid sometimes. But fragile.”
Algan stared at me like that sentence was still loading in his mind.
Then suddenly…
He dropped to one knee.
Right there in the middle of the infirmary.
I sighed internally.
“Algan.”
He bowed his head.
“Please, my Lord. Despite what happened. Despite this disguise. You need to remember that you are our Lord. And our Prince.”
His voice carried conviction. Not blind loyalty. Earned loyalty.
I stepped forward, lowering my voice.
“I will,” I said quietly. “Don’t worry.”
He didn’t rise.
“Please—"
Before I could respond…
The infirmary door swung open.
And the trio posed.
Literally posed.
Ion leaned against the doorframe with one foot up, fox ears twitching dramatically.
Darren stood tall beside him, arms folded like some elf prince in a recruitment poster.
Barry stood in the middle, hands in his pockets, chin lifted like he was auditioning for an idol group.
They froze in synchronized coolness.
“Morning, Doc,” Ion said.
Darren added casually, “Miss us?”
Barry just grinned.
I stared at them.
“…What is that pose?”
Barry shrugged. “Just so you think we’re cool.”
I rubbed my temple.
Algan slowly rose to his feet beside me, turning to face them with that intense military gaze that could probably make demons reconsider life choices.
The trio’s eyes locked onto him.
Ion’s fox ears perked straight up.
“Whoa,” Ion whispered. “New personnel.”
Barry stepped forward confidently. “We’re Dr. Allen’s students. The best ones.”
Darren nodded. “The elite.”
Ion flicked his tail behind him. “The coolest.”
Algan stared at them in complete silence.
Barry extended a hand dramatically. “Nice to meet you.”
Algan looked at the hand like it might explode.
“…Lieutenant Al—” He caught himself. “Assistant Al.”
I almost choked.
Barry blinked. “Assistant Al?”
Ion leaned closer, sniffing slightly like fox instincts kicking in. “You smell like metal.”
Darren tilted his head. “And discipline.”
Algan looked at me with silent distress.
I huffed and shook my head.
“Why are you three here?”
Darren grinned. “Some guys told us there’s new staff.”
Ion nodded eagerly. “And that he looks like military.”
Barry stepped closer to Algan and looked up at him.
“I mean… yeah. You look like military.”