Seven Sins System Chapter 888. Payment II

Seven Sins System Chapter 888. Payment II

Asmo gasped.

Not a normal gasp.

No.

The bastard pressed one hand to his chest, threw his head back, and looked as if someone had just informed him that romance had been outlawed throughout the three Realms.

“You want El to kill us?” he cried. “Luci! That’s so cruel!”

Levi lowered his phone. “Hey, we helped you already.”

Luci’s expression remained perfectly blank.

Levi gestured between himself and Asmo. “And now we’re making sure you heal well. We’re good friends.”

“Yeah,” Luci said. “And now you’re trying to kill me with stress.”

The restoration pool bubbled around him.

Violet light crawled up the marble walls.

One of the war healers quietly stepped backward.

Smart woman.

Luci’s smile appeared. The beautiful, elegant, deeply homicidal smile of a Pride Lord who had spent the last several hours being poisoned, burned, stabbed, and subsequently forced to listen to two idiots discuss mortal Halloween costumes while people tried to repair his face.

“If you want to stay,” he said sweetly, “be silent.” He lifted one finger. “If not, get out.”

Levi sneered. “Cruel.”

Asmo clutched his chest harder. “Ah… my heart is broken.”

“Excellent,” Luci replied. “Now you understand how I feel.”

I watched the three of them.

And suddenly, the fake angel didn't seem like such a terrible opponent.

At least it had the decency to attack us openly.

Levi slowly stood. He tucked his phone into his pocket, shoulders drooping, lips pouting as though his beloved had just announced their engagement was over. “Fine.”

He turned away.

Asmo joined him, wearing the expression of a man preparing to leave a tragic opera during the final act.

Levi glanced back over his shoulder. “Don’t regret it!”

Luci raised his hand.

A violet spear appeared above the pool.

Levi immediately faced forward. “Okay, bye.”

Asmo took two graceful steps toward the exit.

I narrowed my eyes. “Wait.”

Both stopped.

Luci’s spear trembled.

He looked at me. “El. Do not give them another reason to speak.”

I ignored him.

Because, unlike these three emotionally defective aristocrats, I was attempting to be a responsible Lord of Wrath.

Terrible sentence.

Uncomfortable concept.

But there we were.

I looked at Levi and Asmo. “Are you guys okay?”

They turned.

I continued, “I heard Dad sent both of you to cover Luci and Mamon. That core was dangerous. Did you get hit?”

Asmo’s eyes widened.

Then softened.

Then became suspiciously wet.

Oh, no.

He pressed both hands against his chest. “Oh…”

I immediately regretted asking.

“My chest…” He staggered backward. One hand reached toward the ceiling. “This pain…” His knees buckled.

The bastard fell onto a velvet chaise lounge like a dying prince abandoned by his seventeen lovers.

“I fear…” He drew a trembling breath. “I fear I may never recover.”

Luci closed his eyes.

Levi watched him for a second.

Then coughed.

A delicate little cough.

“Ah.”

He touched his throat.

Then his chest.

“Seems like that core’s power hurt me too.”

I stared.

He coughed again.

Louder.

Then made the catastrophic mistake of adding a weak little groan.

I slowly turned toward Luci.

Luci opened his eyes. “They’re fine.”

Asmo lifted one hand from the chaise lounge. “Luci, how could you dismiss my suffering?”

“You came when the core was ninety percent sealed.”

Silence.

I looked at Asmo.

Then Levi.

Both looked back at me.

“Ninety percent?”

Luci nodded. “Lumira had already extracted the holy portion. Mamon had bound the demonic core. I had stabilized the outer structure. Then these two arrived.”

Levi straightened. “We provided emotional support.”

“You took pictures.”

“For documentation,” Levi said innocently.

“You asked whether my bloodstained coat was a new fashion trend.”

“It looked expensive.”

“It was expensive!” Luci snarled.

Asmo sat up, offended. “And I helped!”

Luci looked at him. “You flirted with the healer.”

“She was exhausted. I raised morale.”

“You asked whether she preferred men with horns or wings.”

“Important medical information.”

I pressed my lips together.

My shoulders shook.

Luci pointed at me. “Don’t.”

I looked away.

Too late.

A laugh escaped.

Small.

Luci’s violet aura flared. “You too?”

“Sorry.”

Asmo rose from the chaise lounge, perfectly healthy and looking far too pleased with himself. He walked toward me, pressed a hand over his heart, and gave me a smile that had probably ruined several marriages before breakfast.

“El, your concern touches me. If you ever need someone to comfort you after a difficult battle—”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll introduce your head to your ass.”

His smile widened. “There’s the Wrath I know.”

Levi appeared beside him.

Both grinned.

“Bye now!”

Then they teleported.

Gone.

Just like that.

Two absolute disasters.

A faint trace of Envy’s green shadow and Lust’s rose-colored magic lingered in the air before fading.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

The restoration pool settled.

The violet flames returned to their normal height.

The war healers resumed working.

Even the poor assistant near the doorway looked relieved, though she kept glancing toward the spot where Asmo had stood.

Luci exhaled.

Long.

Deep.

From the very bottom of his exhausted, arrogant soul.

“Ah.”

He leaned his head against the pool’s marble edge.

“Peace at last.”

I stared at him. “You know they did help, right?”

“They came when I needed silence.”

“Same thing.”

Luci opened one eye. “El.”

“Hmm?”

“If you brought them back, I will drown you in this pool.”

I smiled. “Very grateful patient.”

“Very annoying visitor.”

Fair.

I walked toward him.

The restoration hall was absurdly beautiful.

Huge mirrors covered the walls, reflecting violet fire and silver-white marble. Delicate curtains hung between pillars, soft enough to look like something from a royal bedroom rather than a place where Pride demons came to have their organs repaired.

Even the pool smelled expensive.

Some sort of floral incense mixed with demonic healing essence.

Naturally, Luci couldn't simply recover.

He had to recover beautifully.

I stopped beside the pool and placed the potion on the marble edge. “Drink.”

He looked at the bottle.

Then at me.

His eyebrows rose. “Oh?”

I folded my arms. “Don’t start.”