Seven Sins System Chapter 807. No Need to Pay

Seven Sins System Chapter 807. No Need to Pay

Hours passed.

Not in the poetic, soft kind of way.

More like the awkward in-between hours where the sky doesn’t know if it wants to burn orange or surrender to blue. It should have been close to sunset at the academy by now, students heading to dinner, sparring matches wrapping up.

But here? Here the time hit different.

We were far. Far-far.

From the academy.

Well.

Mostly.

Algan and I sat on the edge of a high-rise three blocks away from ground zero. Legs dangling casually over open air like this was just another Tuesday rooftop hangout instead of the aftermath of Pride flattening corporate architecture.

We were still in demonic form.

Not full monstrous, but not subtle either. Horns visible. Wings partially folded. Eyes glowing faintly. Masks covering our faces because honestly? Mortals panic easier when they see horns and wings.

Helicopters hovered at a cautious distance. Drones circled like confused mechanical birds. Red and blue lights flashed below in chaotic rhythm. Sirens screamed without pause.

Annoying.

Very annoying.

I sipped my tea.

It was one of those mortal drinks with the chewy jelly pearls at the bottom. I’d seen students at the academy obsessed with it. I wanted to buy one on the way here strictly for cultural research, of course but the shop staff three blocks down insisted we take it for free.

We walked in politely.

No shattered glass.

No intimidation aura.

Just two masked demons ordering tea.

The girl at the counter froze.

Then ducked.

Then shoved the drinks toward us with shaking hands.

“No need to pay!”

She hid behind the counter like we were about to critique her existence.

Tsk!

Mortals.

Algan took a long sip beside me. The straw made a soft slurping noise.

“It tastes… mortal,” he muttered.

I snorted quietly.

“Yeah.”

Too sweet. Too artificial. Too harmless.

But somehow? Comforting.

From afar, faintly carried by wind.

“F*CK YOU, AZRAEL!”

I closed my eyes briefly.

Ah.

Music.

Algan glanced sideways at me. “He sounds frustrated, my lord.”

I took another slow sip, watching a drone inch slightly closer before Algan casually flicked his finger. A subtle burst of compressed mana shot upward and the drone exploded into harmless sparks mid-air.

The helicopter immediately backed off another hundred meters.

“I can see that,” I replied dryly.

Another distant crash echoed from the rubble site.

More muffled swearing.

I leaned back slightly on my palms, wings shifting lazily.

Algan chewed on one of the jelly pearls thoughtfully. “You truly left him alone.”

I glanced at him.

“Would you prefer I stayed and dug through concrete?”

He shrugged slightly. “It would have been amusing.”

“It’s more amusing from here.”

Below, I noticed a cluster of figures gathering. Police uniforms. But also others. Dark coats. Religious symbols. Equipment cases.

Demon hunters. Exorcists. Or whatever mortal branding they prefer these days.

They were staring up at us.

Cameras zooming.

Lenses adjusting.

Algan lifted his hand again lazily.

Another drone tried approaching.

He shot it down without looking.

It exploded into a small burst of sparks mid-air, spiraling downward like a disappointed mechanical firefly. The helicopter behind it immediately swerved back again, clearly deciding today was not the day to test infernal patience.

Algan let his hand drop casually.

Silence stretched for a second.

Then he exhaled.

“I think we should help him.”

I blinked slowly.

There it was.

The responsible-warrior instinct kicking in.

I turned my head just enough to look at him. “Help him?”

“Yes.”

I tilted my head slightly. “You’re free to.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Which I respected.

Algan stood, wings flexing once before he stepped off the edge of the rooftop like gravity was optional. He dropped three stories, then vanished in a flash of compressed mana, reappearing closer to the ruin where faint violet pulses still flickered.

I watched him go.

Then I sighed.

“…Fine.”

I muttered under my breath.

“Greed.”

The word barely left my lips before the familiar ripple moved through my spine. A cool sensation slid down my back as five sleek tentacles separated from me, peeling away like living shadows. They detached cleanly, twisting mid-air before reshaping into humanoid silhouettes made of condensed darkness.

I flicked my fingers lazily toward the rubble.

“Go. Help Luci.”

They bowed in unison.

Then shot forward, streaking across the sky like black comets.

Fast.

Efficient.

Problem delegated.

Again.

I leaned back on my palms, wings relaxing behind me.

Now I was alone.

Well.

Almost.

The wind shifted subtly.

Light changed.

And then she was there.

Puriel manifested beside me in a soft pulse of silver-white glow.

No dramatic entrance.

No wings flaring.

Just presence.

And before I could react.

She snatched my tea.

“Hey!”

Too late.

She sat down beside me on the rooftop edge, legs dangling like mine, expression tight and annoyed. She took a long sip of my mortal tea with the most unholy frown I’ve ever seen on an angel.

I stared at her.

She swallowed.

Winced.

“This is terrible.”

“Then give it back.”

“No.”

She took another sip.

The audacity.

I crossed my arms slowly.

“Let me guess,” I said, watching her profile carefully. “Mortals pissed you off?”

Her jaw tightened.

“Yes.”

Oh.

That tone.

She rarely sounds like that.

“Once they saw me and Lumira,” she continued, voice low but vibrating with irritation, “those people rushed toward us.”

I raised one brow under my mask.

“Rushed how?”

“Blessings,” she snapped softly. “They wanted blessings.”

I blinked.

Of course they did.

“And the reporters?” she continued, eyes narrowing slightly. “They wanted interviews.”

I snorted lightly.

She shot me a look.

“There were dying people,” she went on. “Wounded people. Crushed under debris. And they were pointing cameras at us.”

Her grip tightened around my tea cup.

“And asking how it feels to ‘descend upon tragedy.’”

I pressed my lips together to stop the grin.

Because if I laugh right now?

I will die.

Internally, though?

I was losing it.

“Oh no,” I said carefully, voice neutral. “How terrible.”

She glared at me.

“Do not mock me.”

“I’m not.”

I absolutely was.