Seven Sins System Chapter 205. The Devil's Birthday Present and Painful Memory (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 205. The Devil's Birthday Present and Painful Memory

My heart was pounding so hard as I gazed at the lamp in front of me. I couldn't help but wonder if touching it, I would hear the succubus’ voice once again. But based on what happened before, it shouldn't. If not, that mysterious succubus’ voice should keep crossing my mind every time I meet Julia.

I reached out to touch the lamp. The cool metal surface sent a chill through my body. With a deep breath, I focused on the memory of her voice. But nothing happened. The only sound was the soft rustling of the curtains as they swayed in the breeze. Part of me was disappointed, but another part of me was inexplicably curious.

"As I thought..." I murmured to myself, unsure of whether I should feel elated or dejected about what had just happened. It was a mixed bag of emotions swirling inside me, and I wasn't sure which one to latch onto.

I was on the brink of putting the lamp back in its place when a sudden impulse seized me. What if I turned it on? I wondered. A flicker of intrigue danced in my mind as I contemplated the possibility.

So, I reached out to press the button on the lamp. A soft click echoed through the room as the lamp sprung to life, casting a warm glow across the space. However, the light was dimmed by the sun streaming in through the window, rendering the lamp almost useless.

Without a second thought, I closed the curtains, cutting off the intrusive light. The room was now shrouded in comfortable darkness. Before turning on the small lamp, I made sure to turn off the overhead lamp in my room, plunging it into complete darkness. With a steady hand, I pressed the button once again, and the lamp illuminated the room in a soft, ethereal glow.

I waited, heart pounding, for any sign of the succubus' voice. But still, I felt nothing. No voice, no apparition, nothing at all.

Curious, I reached for the paper instruction. As I unfolded it, my eyes scanned the contents. The lamp was not just a simple light fixture, it was a small projector that mimicked the effects of the real Illusion potion.

Without a moment's hesitation, I pressed the button once again, and the top of the flask-shaped lamp came alive with small, random holograms. Butterflies, birds, and fireworks danced across the surface, their colors blending and melding together in a mesmerizing display.

Even though these holograms were normal for mortals, they held an inexplicable fascination for me. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the lamp.

*Bat-thumb*

Memories flooded my mind like a sudden surge of water. My heart pounded against my chest, a rapid and urgent beat that matched the intensity of the memories. And then, like a whisper in the wind, I heard her voice once again.

‘Look what I brought you, Your Highness!’

Her voice was unmistakable, the voice of the succubus who had haunted my thoughts. But this time, there was something different. This time, I could see her more clearly.

A smile crossed her face and an Illusion potion was in her hands. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was as if the succubus was standing right in front of me, offering me the potion.

‘Did you go to the mortal realm to pick up useless items again?’ I heard my voice answering her, as if from a distance. It was a clear complaint.

Her lips curled into a pout.

‘Although this is useless, the mortals like it,’ she said, her voice a soft purr. ‘So I thought of giving it to you and see if you like it too.’ Her sweet smile was still on her beautiful face.

Then I could see my hand moving forward to take the potion from hers.

‘Do you equate my taste with mortal's?’ I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain. Without mercy, my hand lifted the potion and prepared to throw it away, a typical annoying attitude of a spoiled prince that the old me had.

But then she caught my hand, her grip strong and unyielding. ‘I'm not,’ she said firmly, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. ‘I just want to give you something. Today is your birthday, after all,’ she begged.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at her words. And yet, even as I chastised myself, I could hear my own voice rising in another complaint.

‘Then you should give me something more valuable than this,’ I grumbled, the words dripping with petulance and self-importance.

‘You are the Crown Prince,’ she said softly, her voice gentle and calm. Then I could see her blushing face. 'And I've given myself to you, so I don't know what to give anymore…' she said in embarrassment.

The sound of my satisfied laughter rang in my ears. 'You're right. I shouldn't be able to blame you for giving me this crappy thing.'

She took the potion from my hand, her fingers brushing mine in a gentle, fleeting touch. ‘It's not a crappy thing,’ she said, her tone soft and gentle. ‘It's just a cheap item. But it has its uses.’

And with that, she opened the lid, releasing another burst of gas that filled the air around us. This time, the illusion that emerged was even more stunning than the last. It was as though the very air was alive with magic, shimmering and sparkling in a way that I had never seen before.

‘Look,’ she said, her voice filled with wonder. ‘It's beautiful, isn't it?’

And indeed, it was. The illusion danced before me and I watched them in amazement.

For a moment, everything was perfect - a smile bloomed on my lips, and a feeling of happiness and warmth enveloped my heart. But then, suddenly, something changed. A sharp pain stabbed my heart, and I felt myself gasping for air.