Seven Sins System Chapter 228. The Devil's Favorite Kid II (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 228. The Devil's Favorite Kid II

Due to my statement, Conny stared up at me with his big, innocent eyes, I knew what was coming next. He was going to pull out his ultimate weapon: his adorable, irresistible puppy-dog stare. And true to form, that's exactly what he did.

“Pwease…” he pleaded, his lips pursed into a pout and his eyes wide with hope.

I tried to remain firm, but it was difficult to resist the adorable little mortal. "That won't work for me," I said, forcing myself to maintain a disgusted expression.

But Conny didn't give up that easily. He persisted with his cute little pout, his hands clasped together in a silent plea.

Despite myself, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement. This kid really knew how to work it. But I refused to let him see me crack. I tilted my head to the side, feigning indifference.

"That's not going to work on me, Conny," I said firmly.

Suddenly, a surprised female voice interrupted our conversation. I turned to see Rachel.

"Uh..." she stammered.

Her eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly adjusting to the dimly lit room. She was still seated on the sofa, her body feeling stiff from having slept in an uncomfortable position. As she looked around, she felt a sense of confusion wash over her. Carl and Conny were sitting across from her, their expressions unreadable.

Rachel hesitated, unsure of what to say or how to react. Her mind was foggy from sleep, but she tried to shake off the grogginess and focus on the situation at hand. She looked at Carl and Conny, trying to read their expressions for any clues as to what was going on.

"Morning, Rachel," I greeted her with a warm smile, hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

"M-Morning, doc," she replied in a soft voice, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "I-I mean, sir," she quickly corrected herself as she remembered my true identity.

"Just call me doc if I'm in this form," I reassured her with a chuckle, hoping to ease the tension.

“I-I understand, sir--- I mean, doc,” she stammered, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

"Anyway, let me introduce you to two of my friends." I sensed her discomfort, so I decided to introduce her to my companions. Gesturing towards Carl, who was standing next to me, I introduced him to Rachel. “This is Carl,” I said, motioning towards him.

Carl smiled awkwardly, and a wave of his hand followed. Rachel reciprocated with a shy smile, her eyes darting between Carl and me.

Turning towards Conny, who was still nestled in my arms, I presented him to Rachel, without putting him down. "And this is his son, Conny," I introduced him, hoping to divert Rachel's attention to the charming little boy.

Conny flashed Rachel a wide grin, his youthful face beaming with excitement. “Hello, my name is Conny. I'm five years old, and I'm a Lil devil," he declared, his innocent voice filling the room.

I couldn't help but let out a flat stare at Carl. Conny's words surprised me, to say the least. I couldn't fathom how a five-year-old child could admit to being a devil, even in jest. The question 'How could he possibly admit that he is a devil?' was clearly written on my face.

My unspoken question was answered with a defensive frown from Carl. "Don't blame me for it," he said. "He said he wanted to be like you and since you always talk about devil things, he also said the same thing."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh at Carl's explanation. "I see," I said in a relaxed tone, trying to calm the tense atmosphere. "So, he is my future follower then," I continued, the pride in my voice unmistakable.

Carl looked horrified at my words, his face twisted in fear.

Another long exhale came out of my mouth as I tried to compose myself. “I was kidding,” I said as I put Conny down. I didn't want Carl to get the wrong impression about me, or for Conny to think that being a devil was a desirable trait. "Don't think too much about it. He is just a kid and he can't distinguish light and dark properly yet. Those words were simply his reaction due to his previous trauma. That was just a few months ago, right?”

I bent one of my knees again and looked at Conny who was looking at me with an innocent face. My hands ruffled his hair gently, trying to comfort him. "He was afraid that the same accident would happen to him again in the future, so he tried to be strong." I turned to Carl. "And you know who has that image in his mind," I reminded him.

My words made Carl speechless.

I stood up, slowly and deliberately, a wicked smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Anyway..." I said, my voice dripping with playful innocence. "I'm hungry. Can you prepare breakfast for us?" I asked, shamelessly demanding to be fed.

Carl's eyebrow raised in incredulity. "Uh... So, you came just to eat and sleep at my place?" he complained, his tone laced with irritation.

"Well," I said, my voice trailing off as if lost in thought. "Got a problem with that?" I asked nonchalantly as if I had all the power in the world to do as I pleased.

Carl's sigh was long and drawn out as if he was already tired of my antics. "No," he finally conceded with a huff, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Take a seat. I will prepare food for you guys," he said, turning to make his way toward the kitchen.

I grinned triumphantly, feeling the satisfaction of having gotten what I wanted. "Nice," I said, my voice filled with smugness. Turning towards Conny, I extended my hand towards him. "Let's eat together," I said, my tone inviting and warm.

Conny's face lit up with excitement, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Yay!" he exclaimed, nodding his head vigorously in agreement. He took my hand eagerly, a wide smile spreading across his face.