Seven Sins System Chapter 889. Payment III
Seven Sins System Chapter 889. Payment III
He picked it up, turning the crimson-black liquid toward the light.
The Epic-rank seal glowed beneath his fingers.
His expression changed. “You gave me the good stuff. Your personal stock?”
“Yes.”
“The one you threatened to kill me over when I borrowed a bottle during the last war?”
“You didn’t borrow it. You stole it.”
“I was wounded.”
“You had a scratch.” I pointed at the bottle. “Drink it.”
Luci studied me for another moment. Then his smile turned sharp. “Is this regret over your stupidity?”
My eye twitched.
He stared.
I stared back.
His gaze slowly dropped to my right hand.
The one that had been burned by the core.
Then rose to my face.
“The part where you grabbed the holy-poison core with your bare hand.”
I closed my eyes.
Breathed.
Counted to three.
Considered murder.
Rejected it.
Barely.
“Shut up and drink it.”
Luci chuckled. “Ah. It is regret.”
He uncorked the bottle.
The moment the seal broke, crimson-black steam rose from the neck, carrying the deep scent of ancient demonic energy.
One war healer inhaled sharply.
“My lord, that is—”
“Epic rank,” Luci said. “Yes. I know.”
Then he drank.
All of it.
Unlike Mamon.
Thank hell.
The effect was immediate.
Violet light erupted around Luci’s body, spreading beneath his skin in delicate lines. The burns along his shoulders faded. The wound near his ribs sealed. The small cut on his cheek disappeared as if it had never existed.
His wings flexed.
His breathing deepened.
Even the exhausted tension around his eyes vanished.
Luci looked down at his hands.
Flexed his fingers.
Then slowly touched his cheek.
Smooth.
Perfect.
Unscarred.
His expression softened into something dangerously satisfied. “Ah.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t moan at your reflection.”
“It is a beautiful reflection.”
The war healers exchanged relieved glances.
One of them bowed. “My lord, your recovery is complete.”
“Excellent,” Luci said.
Then he looked at his reflection in the pool. And smiled.
I reached into my coat.
There was one more thing.
The small black mirror I had taken from Mamon’s desk.
I placed it beside the empty potion bottle.
Luci glanced at it.
Then at me.
His smile widened. “What is this? A thank-you gift from you again?”
“No.”
He picked up the mirror.
Turned it over.
The black frame gleamed with gold engraving, and a small Greed sigil glowed at its base.
Luci’s expression froze.
I smiled. “It’s from Mamon.”
Luci slowly opened it.
His perfectly restored face appeared in the reflection.
For one second, he stared.
Then his eyes narrowed.
I could practically hear the gears turning.
Mamon.
Mirror.
His damaged face.
Oh.
Oh, beautiful.
Luci’s smile returned. Cold. Elegant. Murderous.
“He thinks this is funny.”
I tilted my head. “Does he?”
“El, did he say anything?”
I considered lying.
Then remembered Mamon sitting in his office with his wounds half-healed, refusing to drink a potion because he wanted to store it.
And decided friendship was about sharing suffering.
“He said you’d want to confirm your face recovered beautifully.”
Luci stared at me.
Then at the mirror.
A long silence followed.
Finally, he lifted his chin and adjusted a strand of damp hair.
“Well. He is correct.”
I closed my eyes.
Luci angled the mirror slightly. “Excellent gift. Excellent me.”
I shook my head. “For Hell’s sake.”
Luci admired himself for another second.
Then lowered the mirror.
His expression changed.
Just slightly.
“Thank you.”
I froze.
That was unexpected.
Just two words.
From Pride.
I stared at him. Then smiled. “Don’t get emotional. It’s disgusting.”
His smile returned instantly. “Get out.”
“Gladly.”
I turned toward the door.
Behind me, Luci called, “And tell Mamon I accept his gift.”
I waved without looking back. “Tell him yourself.”
“I will.”
The portal swallowed me before Luci could say anything else.
Shadow folded over my body.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Then the smell of Pride’s ridiculous expensive incense vanished. I appeared in front of the portal to the mortal realm and stepped in.
Once I stepped out of the portal, I was in the infirmary.
For a second, I simply stood there.
My white coat hanging neatly near the wall.
And my double sitting behind my desk.
He looked up from a stack of paperwork with my face.
Then sunlight touched my cheek.
I frowned.
Sunlight?
I turned toward the window.
Morning sun slipped between the curtains, pale gold spilling across the floor.
Birds were already making noise outside.
People were walking through the academy corridor.
I stared at the sun.
“It’s the next day already?”
My double tilted his head.
I huffed.
“Right…”
Yeah.
A day had happened.
Possibly two.
Time had personally given up trying to explain itself to me.
My double stood. “Do you want me to continue my work?”
I glanced at the paperwork.
Monthly reports.
Human problems.
Things that suddenly seemed incredibly peaceful after fighting a four-story stitched corpse that turned into an angelic poison machine.
“No.”
I extended my hand.
My double looked at it once.
Then grabbed it.
The moment our palms touched, his body broke apart into black smoke.
Skin melted into shadow.
Bones vanished.
His face stretched into darkness, collapsed, twisted…
And one of my tentacles emerged from the fading smoke, curling back over my shoulder as naturally as if it had never left.
My memories snapped together.
His hours.
His patients.
His conversations.
Nothing important.
A guy with fever.
A female student complaining that her medicine tasted bad.
Someone asking whether instant noodles counted as a balanced meal.
They didn’t.
Mortals remained committed to dying from the least dramatic things possible.
I rolled my shoulder.
Six tentacles shifted behind me.
My horns were still out.
My eyes were still red.
Suddenly, the infirmary door slammed open.
“Yo!”
Ion’s voice.
The fox boy walked in first, ears perked up, tail swaying behind him like he had consumed dangerous amounts of morning energy.
Darren followed.
The elf yawned, one hand in his pocket, blond hair slightly messy. “Morning, Doc.”
Then Barry walked in.
Barry took one look at me.
Stopped.
His face lost color.
He slowly stepped backward.
And closed the door.
Ion looked over his shoulder. “Barry?”