Seven Sins System Chapter 852. Beauty Calls
Seven Sins System Chapter 852. Beauty Calls
Mamon’s fingers moved across his tablet immediately. “Payment method?”
I thought back.
Coins? No.
Cards? No.
Something else.
“Residue exchange,” I muttered. “He paid with stored soul fragments and old family relics.”
Mamon’s expression darkened. “Barter market.”
Luci looked at him. “That’s bad?”
“It means not all transactions pass through mortal finance systems.” Mamon clicked his tongue. “Annoying. Primitive. Harder to track.”
I stared at him. “You’re offended because they don’t use banks.”
“I’m offended because they avoid records.”
“Same thing.”
The mansion gave one final groan and collapsed completely into a sunken pile of dust, dead wood, and broken stone.
For a moment, all three of us just watched.
Then Luci sighed. “Well. One disgusting groom down.”
Mamon looked at his tablet. “And several thousand missing souls still unaccounted for.”
I smiled faintly. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
“I am Greed. Ruining moments with numbers is part of my domain.”
Fair.
My system buzzed.
Then Mamon’s tablet pinged three times.
Reports.
Already.
That alone made my smile fade.
A screen opened by itself, showing images sent through one of my mortal servant contracts. Photos. A hidden clinic. Fake emergency responders. Residue canisters lined inside metal cases. And under one table, scratched into the wood…
Three circles connected by black thread.
The same pattern from the mansion floor.
Luci noticed immediately. “What?”
Mamon’s eyes sharpened instantly. “Seller network marker.”
The dust cloud below us drifted across the road like funeral smoke.
I exhaled slowly. “Looks like the next location won’t be as romantic.”
Luci removed one tiny corner of his sheet mask to speak more clearly, then paused as if reconsidering.
“No,” he said, pressing it back firmly. “I’m keeping this on until we find somewhere cleaner.”
I stared at him.
Mamon stared at him.
Luci lifted his chin. “My skin survived necromancy. That deserves respect.”
I looked back at the new coordinates. “Sure.”
A new hunt opened in my system.
[New Lead Acquired]
[Residue Market Marker Identified]
[Linked Location: Hidden Clinic]
[Threat Type: Residue Extraction]
[Recommended Action: Immediate Investigation]
I stared at the floating system screen for half a breath.
Then smiled.
“Alright then,” I said, shadow spreading under my boots. “Let’s—”
“I know it’s you guys.”
The voice came from behind us.
Soft. Clear. Absolutely accusatory.
All three of us turned around.
And there they were.
Puriel and Lumira stood on the opposite side of the rooftop in their angelic forms, wings glowing softly against the morning sky. Puriel’s light was calmer, cleaner, almost silver-white, the kind that made shadows hesitate. Lumira’s aura was warmer, golden and soft, but the way her eyes narrowed at us made the warmth feel like judgment wrapped in silk.
I cringed. “You guys operated in that form?”
Puriel raised an eyebrow.
Lumira blinked.
I gestured vaguely at them. “Not afraid the mortals will swarm you?” The way I said mortals sounded less like a species and more like a contagious disease found in public bathrooms.
Luci immediately peeled one corner of his skincare sheet mask away from his cheek.
“Wait.”
Oh no.
He looked between the two angels, then pointed at them. “If they can show their faces, why can’t I?”
I stared at him.
He continued, deeply offended. “I want to show my handsome face too.”
Mamon didn’t even look up from his tablet. “Ugh. Too much work if those mortals come to us.”
Luci glared at him. “They come because beauty calls.”
“They come because they are inefficient creatures attracted to spectacle.”
“That is the same thing with less poetry.”
Mamon took a sip of coffee. “I dislike poetry when it creates paperwork.”
Puriel’s gaze flicked to Luci’s half-peeled sheet mask.
Then to me.
Her expression twitched.
She was trying not to laugh.
Lumira, unfortunately, was better at staying serious. “Let’s set that aside.” She walked closer, golden wings folding slightly behind her. “We have a more important problem here.”
I nodded and turned the system screen toward them. “We need to track the seller.”
Luci stuck the sheet mask back onto his face and folded his arms. “Yeah.”
Mamon’s fingers moved across his tablet. “And don’t waste my time. Time is money.”
Lumira stared at us. “No. I mean look at those ruins.”
She pointed toward the collapsed mansion below.
Dust still drifted over the yard. The whole property had sunk inward, leaving behind broken stone, twisted iron, and a gloomy cloud of shame.
“Why did you guys destroy it?”
The rooftop went quiet.
Lumira continued, voice gaining that soft disappointed tone that somehow hurt worse than yelling. “We just need to catch the culprit. There’s no need to destroy a thing.”
Me, Luci, and Mamon looked at each other.
One second.
Two.
Then all three of us looked back at the two angels at the same time.
“That’s cruel slander,” I said.
Puriel blinked.
Lumira stared.
Luci placed one hand dramatically over his chest. “We are not barbarians.” Then he pointed at me. “Except him. He is a Wrath. So he is barbaric. ”
“Hey!”
Mamon nodded faintly like that was reasonable.
I pointed at the mansion. “The place collapsed by itself.”
Lumira’s eyes narrowed.
I lifted both hands. “Seriously.”
Mamon finally looked up. “We are innocent.”
That sentence coming from the Lord of Greed sounded illegal.
Puriel folded her arms. “Innocent?”
Mamon adjusted his glasses. “In this specific property damage incident, yes.”
Luci nodded. “Very important legal distinction.”
I sighed.
“The mansion was held together by necromantic distortion. We removed the anchor. It collapsed. Structural failure. Not demon tantrum.”
Lumira looked at the ruins again. Then back at us. “And you expect me to believe none of you hit a wall?”
Silence.
I looked away. Innocently.
Luci suddenly became very interested in smoothing his sheet mask.
Mamon checked his coffee like it might contain an answer.
Puriel’s lips curved. “Azrael.”
“I hit several walls,” I admitted. “But they deserved it.”
Luci lifted one finger. “As much as I hate agreeing with him, the walls were ugly.”
Lumira stared at him.
He stared back through his wet floral mask with absolute seriousness.