Seven Sins System Chapter 853. Shines Like a Diamond
Seven Sins System Chapter 853. Shines Like a Diamond
Puriel finally laughed under her breath. Very dangerous to my focus.
I glanced at her.
She looked at me with that expression again.
The one that said she knew exactly when I was being ridiculous and chose to love me anyway.
Then her gaze moved to my neck.
Oh.
The hickey.
I saw it.
The small pause.
The slight narrowing of her eyes.
I pulled my collar up slightly.
Too late.
Puriel said nothing.
But silence can be louder than holy thunder.
Luci noticed.
He slowly turned his masked face toward me.
I glared.
‘Don’t.’
His eyes smiled.
He absolutely wanted to.
Mamon, mercifully, interrupted before Pride could commit social murder. “The ruins are irrelevant. We found a connected marker.”
Lumira’s attention sharpened immediately. “Marker?”
He showed his tablet.
[Evidence Display]
[Source: Mortal Servant Contract Feed]
[Image Set: Hidden Clinic / Residue Canisters / Emergency Response Uniforms]
[Symbol Match: Three Circles Connected By Black Thread]
[Match Confidence: 91%]
Puriel stepped closer, her wings dimming slightly so the screen became easier to see. “That symbol…”
“You know it?” I asked.
She shook her head slowly. “No. But the structure looks ritualistic.”
Lumira frowned. “Three circles. Connected. Almost like body, soul, and authority.”
Mamon’s eyes gleamed. “Or supplier, collector, processor.”
Luci tilted his head. “Or taste, presentation, and execution.”
We all looked at him.
He shrugged. “What? Symbols deserve artistic interpretation.”
I pointed at the screen.
“The mansion had this pattern under the floor. Same as the clinic. The necromancer bought stabilized essence methods from someone. Mamon thinks this is a residue market marker.”
“I don’t think,” Mamon said. “I conclude.”
“Same thing but more annoying.”
He ignored me.
Lumira’s face grew serious. “A hidden clinic means living victims.”
“Probably,” I said.
Puriel’s expression hardened. “Then we go now.” The way she said it left no room for argument.
“Going in angelic form may attract mortals.”
Puriel looked at me. “You are wearing a flu mask and demonic horns.”
“I blend.”
“No, you don’t.”
Luci immediately pointed at me. “I said the same thing.”
“You are wearing a skincare mask,” I snapped.
“And yet I look radiant.”
Mamon sighed. “We’re losing time.”
“Fine. Let’s move!”
As if on cue, we opened our wings and jumped into the sky.
The wind swallowed us instantly.
We shot upward fast, cutting through the morning clouds before the city below could properly notice. High enough that mortals became dots, cars became insects, and cameras became useless little toys. Hopefully.
Because honestly, I didn’t need another headline today.
I looked at Puriel and Lumira. “You two followed our trail?”
Lumira nodded. “We felt soul release.”
Puriel glanced toward the mansion ruins. It looked like a dot now. “And then we saw the collapse.”
“Again,” I said, “not our fault.”
Lumira gave me a look.
I continued quickly.
“There were trapped souls. Necromancer. Body theft. Bride anchor. Lover situation. Very dramatic. We solved it.”
Puriel’s expression softened slightly. “Bride?”
“Went up.”
“Good.”
“Lover went down.”
Her brows lifted.
I shrugged. “Sold her out for money.”
Lumira’s face fell. “Oh.”
Mamon tapped his tablet. “Greed confirmed.”
Luci sighed beautifully. “Tragic romance. Very elegant ending.”
Puriel stared at him. “Why are you wearing that?”
Finally.
The question.
Luci straightened. “This is a tactical mask.”
I coughed.
Mamon looked away.
Lumira blinked slowly.
Puriel’s lips twitched again. “A tactical… sheet mask?”
“It preserves my face.”
“In battle?”
“My face has enemies.”
I whispered, “Mainly aging.”
Then my system pinged again.
[Urgent Update]
[Linked Location Activity Detected]
[Residue Movement: Active]
[Possible Victim Transfer Window: 00:27:13]
[Recommended Action: Intercept Before Transfer Completes]
The humor vanished.
Twenty-seven minutes.
I clicked my tongue. “That’s our window.”
Lumira nodded, already raising one hand as golden light gathered at her fingertips. “I need to veil our angelic signatures.”
Mamon looked interested. “Can you veil infernal ones too? Like Luci’s? His demonic aura shines like a diamond.”
Luci smirked. “Thank you for the compliment.”
Lumira looked at him. “Not completely.”
“Useful enough?”
“If he stops leaking pride everywhere.”
Luci looked offended. “That is my natural scent.”
“Your natural scent is arrogance and imported conditioner,” I said.
He gave me a look that promised violence later.
We cut through the clouds in a loose formation, high above the city, hidden where mortal eyes had to squint and cameras had to give up. The morning air was cold enough to bite, but it helped. Clean wind. Open sky. No corpse stench.
Improvement.
Puriel flew slightly ahead of me, wings folded close enough to reduce glow, but still bright enough that if some mortal looked up with good eyesight, they might think the sky had a holy glitch. Lumira kept a veil over us, soft golden threads wrapping around our silhouettes so from below we probably looked like birds.
Very large birds.
With horns.
And one of them still wearing a skincare mask.
Luci flew beside me with his chin up, somehow elegant even midair. Mamon hovered behind us, scrolling through his tablet with one hand and holding his coffee with the other.
Then his tablet buzzed.
“Guys,” Mamon called.
We slowed.
“We have arrived.”
All of us stopped and hovered in midair.
Below us, the city spread wide under morning light. Streets, cars, traffic, ordinary mortals pretending their world wasn’t full of devils, angels, fake gods, and supernatural idiots with business plans.
Mamon pointed down.
“There.”
I followed his finger.
Then blinked.
Luci tilted his head. “It should be a clinic, right?”
Below us stood a school.
A cute one.
Bright building. Painted walls. Playground. Basketball court. Small garden near the gate. Colorful banners. A sign with cartoon animals and cheerful letters welcoming children into what looked like an elementary school.
Luci slowly turned toward me. “That looks like a school.”
I nodded. “Hidden clinic.”
He stared.
“It has ‘hidden’ word before the ‘clinic’.”
Luci rubbed his temples. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.” Then his eyes sharpened. “So full force attack?”
Lumira’s head snapped toward him so fast her wings flashed. “That place is full of kids.”
Luci paused.
Puriel’s expression hardened.
Lumira looked down, hands tightening. “It’s an elementary school. What if they’re using—”
The atmosphere changed.
Not gradually.
Instantly.
Like the sky itself inhaled and forgot how to breathe out.