Seven Sins System Chapter 782. Military Nurse?

Seven Sins System Chapter 782. Military Nurse?

Algan straightened instinctively.

“Were you in the army?” Ion asked.

Darren narrowed his eyes. “Battlefield medic?”

Barry gasped. “Are you a military nurse?”

Algan’s jaw twitched.

“I have served in conflict zones,” he said carefully.

Ion’s eyes sparkled. “Cool!”

Barry nodded enthusiastically. “That’s so cool.”

Darren leaned toward me slightly. “Doc, where did you find him?”

“Classified,” I replied.

Ion circled Algan once like he was evaluating a rare summon.

“You look like you could bench press Darren.”

Darren looked offended. “I could bench press you.”

Ion’s tail flicked. “You wish.”

Barry leaned forward, squinting at Algan’s posture.

“You stand too straight.”

“I am relaxed,” Algan said stiffly.

The trio burst into laughter.

I closed my eyes briefly.

Ion suddenly turned to me.

“So, Doc. Is he permanent?”

“For now,” I replied.

Barry nodded approvingly. “Nice. Infirmary just leveled up.”

Darren smirked. “Does he do combat training?”

Algan’s eyes lit up instinctively.

I raised a finger.

“No.”

Ion tilted his head. “Aw.”

Barry folded his arms. “That’s lame.”

Algan looked disappointed.

I sighed.

“You three are supposed to be in class.”

Darren checked his watch.

“The class hasn’t started yet.”

Ion grinned. “We came for… medical curiosity.”

Barry nodded. “Yeah.”

I stared at them.

“What medical issue?”

Barry thought for two seconds.

“My emotional stability.”

Ion burst into laughter.

Darren shook his head. “We just wanted to see the new guy.”

Algan leaned slightly toward me and whispered quietly.

“Are they… undisciplined recruits?”

“No. They are this academy’s students. And unfortunately, I’m their mentor for the battle assignment.”

“Should I—”

“No.”

Barry suddenly snapped his fingers.

“Oh, Doc.”

I flinched internally, guessing he would ask for a girlfriend from me.

“What?”

“You do wanna like… summon things… for me? Maybe like…” He ended it with an innocent grin.

Ion elbowed him. “Bro.”

Darren shot him a warning look.

They still didn’t know.

Not really.

Barry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Just asking.”

I stared at him calmly.

“I summon paperwork,” I said.

Ion groaned. “That’s worse.”

Algan looked confused.

“Anyway,” Darren said, stepping back. “We’ll leave you two to your… intense bonding.”

Ion winked. “Welcome to the academy, Assistant Al.”

Barry saluted dramatically. “Don’t let Doc bully you.”

Algan’s eyes widened slightly.

“I do not—” he began.

The trio backed toward the door.

“See you later!” Ion called.

The door shut.

Silence.

Algan looked at me.

“…They are chaotic.”

“Yet loyal.”

He nodded slowly.

“I understand.”

I leaned back against the counter.

“Welcome to Battle Academy,” I muttered.

Outside, the morning class bell rang again.

Algan glanced toward the door.

“…This is more difficult than war.”

I smiled faintly.

“Exactly.”

The infirmary door clicked shut behind the trio, and for three peaceful seconds, the room felt stable. Fluorescent lights. Clean counters. Mild antiseptic scent. Algan standing like a disciplined statue beside me.

Then the air twisted.

Not violently.

Not loudly.

Just enough.

A soft ripple folded the space beside the supply cabinet, and a familiar presence slid into the room like it owned the concept of arrival.

Luci.

Black hair. Short. Perfectly styled like gravity negotiated a contract with him personally. Professor coat draped over his shoulders in a way that looked suspiciously tailored instead of issued. And in his hand…

A wine glass.

A literal wine glass.

Filled.

I stared at him.

Algan stiffened immediately.

“Morning,” Luci said smoothly, taking a delicate sip like we were hosting brunch instead of managing a battle academy infirmary.

I blinked once.

“…Where were you last night?”

He smirked.

“Five star hotel.”

Of course.

“All facilities included,” he continued proudly. “Marble bathroom. Egyptian cotton sheets. A pillow menu.”

“A what.”

“You choose firmness, neck support, emotional reassurance level.”

I stared at him in complete silence.

“I could not stay in that cramped room,” he went on. “There was a lamp, Azrael. A lamp that hummed.”

“That’s electricity.”

“It hummed judgment.”

Algan spoke quietly beside me. “He relocated tactically.”

Luci nodded approvingly. “Exactly.”

I pointed at the wine glass.

“And that?”

He glanced at it casually. “Breakfast.”

“You cannot bring wine into the infirmary.”

“It is not wine,” he corrected. “It is fortified red grape therapy.”

I closed my eyes.

“Just make sure you don’t cause trouble.”

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically. “I won’t. I’m Pride, not a dumbass.”

“…Debatable.”

He ignored that and casually leaned against the counter like this was his office now.

“You should see my assigned classroom,” he said. “Whiteboard. Fluorescent lights. Mortal chairs.”

“You’re teaching combat theory,” I reminded him.

He sighed. “Yes. The irony is unbearable.”

Before I could respond...

The air folded.

Not violently. Not loudly. But with unmistakable divine precision.

A soft column of light condensed near the doorway, shimmering like heat above stone. The space bent inward, then released.

Puriel stepped out first.

Lumira followed a heartbeat later.

No walking in politely. No quiet entrance.

Teleport.

Lumira’s presence didn’t burn like judgment. It spilled. Warm, gentle, curious. Like sunlight stepping into a room for the first time. Her hair shimmered faintly gold, not blazing, just catching light in a way that felt almost unfair. Her eyes moved immediately, taking everything in with open fascination.

“Oh,” she breathed softly, looking around. “So this is a mortal infirmary.”

Her voice carried excitement. Real excitement. Not diplomatic politeness.

“It smells like antiseptic,” she added, smiling like that was somehow delightful.

Puriel stood beside her, posture composed but not tense. She scanned the room quickly. Me. Luci. Then…

Algan.

Lumira’s eyes landed on Luci first.

“Luci,” she said warmly, nodding in greeting. “Still dramatic, I see.”

He straightened immediately, coat adjusting subtly, posture shifting like he’d just been placed under a spotlight.

“I prefer refined,” he replied.

Lumira laughed softly. “Of course you do.”

Lumira’s gaze shifted to me.

“Azrael,” she said simply.

I inclined my head slightly.

Then Lumira’s attention moved to Algan.

And that was where the temperature dropped.

Algan had already shifted his stance.

Subtle. But obvious to me.

His shoulders squared. His jaw tightened. His eyes sharpened. Mortal disguise intact, but the hostility beneath it pulsed like a restrained storm.