Seven Sins System Chapter 891. Payment V

Seven Sins System Chapter 891. Payment V

I spread my hands. “Congratulations. You’ve discovered reasoning.”

My tentacle mouth grinned.

Ion immediately ducked behind Darren again.

Okay.

Maybe the visual presentation needed work.

Barry cleared his throat. “Uh… Dr. Allen saved me once, so…” He glanced at me. “I guess he’s safe.”

I raised an eyebrow.

Safe?

Me?

The Lord of Wrath?

Oh, Barry.

That was a very generous interpretation of our relationship.

But I appreciated the sentiment.

Darren and Ion turned toward him simultaneously. “HE SAVED YOU?”

Barry flinched.

Darren grabbed his shoulders. “Why did you never tell us?!”

Ion’s ears stood straight up. “You knew he was a devil, and you didn’t tell us?!”

Barry stared at them. “He didn’t let me!”

Darren looked at me.

I smiled.

He immediately looked away. “Right,” he whispered. “Understandable.”

Ion’s tail slowly lowered.

Then rose again.

Then lowered.

The poor thing looked like his body couldn’t decide whether fear required making himself bigger or disappearing entirely.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “Anything else?”

Three pairs of eyes snapped toward me.

I waited.

Darren opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

I could practically see his brain assembling an explanation that would allow him to sleep tonight.

“So…”

I tilted my head.

“Since you’re a doctor… I guess you’re like… uh…” He gestured helplessly. “A doctor devil?” He hurried on. “Like a less cruel demon or something?”

Oh, that was adorable.

I smiled. “I’m the Lord of Wrath.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Darren’s expression emptied.

Ion’s ears flattened so abruptly they almost disappeared into his hair.

Barry closed his eyes.

As if he had just witnessed the exact moment his friends’ remaining lifespans became negotiable.

Darren’s mouth opened.

No sound came out.

He tried again.

“Th-the… Lord… Of… Wrath.”

Darren made a small noise.

It sounded like a kettle losing the will to boil.

Ion grabbed Barry harder.

Barry winced. “Your nails!”

“SORRY!”

Then Ion looked at me again.

His pupils narrowed into thin slits.

His tail, already enormous, became an entirely separate fluffy disaster.

“Wrath?” he squeaked.

“Yes.”

“Oh, shit.”

Darren pressed his back against the door.

I could hear his heartbeat.

Fast.

Very fast.

His hands had gone cold enough that faint condensation gathered around his fingers. Every time one of my tentacles shifted, his gaze followed it with desperate precision, as though knowing which direction the teeth faced might increase his chances of surviving.

Ion was worse.

His fox instincts had apparently submitted an emergency report to the rest of his body.

His ears were pinned down.

His tail was rigid.

His shoulders had curled inward.

He kept glancing toward the ceiling, the window, the locked door, and the space beneath my desk.

Escape routes.

None of those would work.

I sighed. “Seriously, I’m not going to—”

“Your Highness.”

A voice suddenly came from behind me.

Algan.

Perfect timing.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

“AAAAAH!”

All three screamed.

Darren practically jumped into Barry’s arms. Ion’s tail puffed up so violently that it smacked the door, and Barry made a noise I was fairly certain no human throat was designed to produce.

I glared.

They shut their mouths.

Instantly.

Algan stood beside my desk, having emerged from the shadows in full Wrath armor. His horns caught the morning sunlight filtering through the infirmary curtains, and his expression remained as deadpan as ever.

He looked at the three mortals.

Then at me.

Then at my tentacles.

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know you had guests, my lord.”

Yeah, guests. Three terrified mortals huddled against the academy infirmary door like they were awaiting execution.

Algan’s hand shifted toward his sword. “Should I silence them, my lord?”

Darren went rigid.

Ion stopped breathing.

Barry slowly closed his eyes, possibly preparing to meet whichever god handled extremely embarrassing deaths.

“No need,” I said.

Algan tilted his head.

I smiled. “If they keep calling me a devil, everyone will think they’re crazy.”

Algan considered that. Then nodded. “True.”

Darren made a tiny whimper.

I gave him a look.

He immediately found something fascinating about the floor.

Honestly, mortals were exhausting.

“Human form.”

My horns faded. The crimson in my eyes softened into Dr. Allen’s familiar human gaze, and my tentacles slipped beneath my coat, disappearing into shadow.

Algan watched the transformation without comment.

The three mortals watched like they had just seen a nightmare put on a white coat and apply for medical benefits.

There.

Normal doctor.

I turned toward Algan.

“Do you have something to report?”

“Yes, Your Highness. The cleanup team has secured the school perimeter. We’ve also recovered several additional residue containers.” His expression darkened. “And there are signs that the sellers removed their records before we arrived.”

Smart little bastards.

I leaned against the desk.

“I sent everything to Lord Mamon. He’s tracking their network,” he added.

“Good.”

Barry slowly raised his hand.

I looked at him.

He immediately lowered it. “Uh… since you’re busy, we’re gonna go now.”

I stared at the three of them. “So you just came here to annoy me?”

“No!” Ion squeaked. His ears shot upright before flattening again. “We just wanted to remind you about the training schedule.”

I blinked.

Ion swallowed. “Yesterday, you looked… off.”

Right.

My double.

I’d left him handling my mortal duties while I was busy fighting the world’s ugliest science project.

“Today’s the training, right?”

Darren nodded quickly. “Yes, Doc.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Barry hesitated. “Then… yesterday?”

“That was my double.”

Darren’s expression slowly crumbled.

“Your… double?”

“Yes. I had an accident,” I explained. “So I needed to go back.”

Technically true.

Almost dying from adaptive holy poison counted as an accident.

A very aggressive accident.

Barry nodded slowly. “I see…”

No, he didn’t.

None of them did.

But I appreciated the attempt.

“Now go,” I said.

They exchanged relieved glances.

Then I smiled. “Before I change my mind.”

The three practically launched themselves through the door.

Darren went first.

Barry followed.

Ion got his fluffy tail caught between them and yelped. “MY TAIL!”

“MOVE!”

“STOP PUSHING!”

The door slammed.

Algan stared at it. Then at me. “Interesting subordinates, Your Highness.”

“They’re not my subordinates.”

“Then why are they so afraid of you?”

I leaned back in my chair. “Apparently, being the Lord of Wrath is bad for students' trust.”

Algan considered that. “Understandable.”