Seven Sins System Chapter 236. Misunderstanding (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 236. Misunderstanding 

My brows knitted together in a deep frown as I followed the gaze of Lily, my dad, and Ivy. It didn't take long for me to realize what had captured their attention. But before I voiced my question, they spoke again.

"I knew it!" Lily exclaimed, her voice dripping with irritation. "Those angels are behind all of this mess!" Her words carried a mix of frustration and exasperation as if she had been expecting nothing less from our celestial counterparts.

Ivy, clearly in agreement, chimed in with equal disdain. "Ugh, it's absolutely disgusting! They pull off these shenanigans and have the audacity to blame us!" Her words were laced with venom, a testament to the animosity that had festered between our realms.

Meanwhile, a sly smirk crept onto my dad's face, his voice dripping with cynicism. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his tone oozing with a mix of satisfaction and derision. "With this undeniable evidence, they won't be able to point their angelic fingers at us anymore, will they?" His words carried a sense of vindication as if he had been waiting for this moment to expose the truth.

Diablo flicked his index finger, and an invisible force lifted one of the clues off the table. To my surprise, he didn't take any of the incriminating evidence but instead picked up the snow globe that I had prepared as a gift for Asmo.

I felt my heart sink as I realized what he had taken. The snow globe landed softly in Diablo's hands, his fingers curling around it with a sense of purpose. His gaze fixated upon the glass sphere, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing his devious intentions. But as he focused on the small figure of an angel encased within, his expression shifted into one of malevolence.

"We'll use this... this undeniable proof to bring them down," he hissed, his voice filled with a venomous determination. Malice dripped from his words, a clear indication that he relished the prospect of holding power over our celestial rivals.

Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, I mustered up the courage to speak the truth, however awkward it may be. With a cringe-inducing smile, I interjected, "Uh... That's not a clue." I held my cringe, anticipating their reactions to my revelation. "It's just a gift for Asmo. I bought it at some random knick-knacks shop in the mortal realm," I offered in an attempt to diffuse any misunderstanding.

Their gazes shifted towards me, expressions of confusion etched upon their faces. My dad, in particular, appeared perplexed, his brows furrowing as he tried to piece together the significance of my statement. Ivy, her voice tinged with flustered curiosity, blurted out, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I mean, it's simply a trinket, a mortal item with no connection to our mission," I explained, hoping to clarify the misunderstanding. The room fell into a momentary silence, the weight of their expectations hanging heavy in the air.

Ivy pointed at the small figurine inside and questioned its authenticity. "So, it's not a real angel in there?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

I couldn't help but let out an awkward chuckle. "No, Ivy," I replied, shaking my head. "It's just a statue, a miniature representation of an angel. It's not an actual celestial being trapped inside."

Her eyes widened with surprise, and she leaned closer to get a better look. "But why does it look so lifelike then?" she chirped, her curiosity unyielding.

I pondered her question for a moment before responding. "Well, it's crafted with such detail to resemble a real angel. The sculptor must have taken great care to capture their essence." I paused, searching for an explanation that would satisfy her curiosity.

"And those silvery white particles inside?" she continued, her eyes flickering with intrigue.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for her reaction. "They're actually just tiny specks of glitter," I explained, trying my best to demystify the situation. "You see, mortals have this fascination with angelic imagery and often incorporate shimmering elements like glitter to create a sense of enchantment or magical beauty."

Ivy's eyes widened further, a mischievous glimmer dancing within them. "Oh, so it's like angel’s semen then?" she blurted out in confusion.

My face flushed, caught off guard by her bold remark. "No, no!" I exclaimed, waving my hands in protest. "It's definitely not angel semen. It's just harmless, decorative glitter meant to enhance the visual appeal of the snow globe."

Diablo's question caught me off guard, diverting our conversation to another intriguing topic. "Do they also have our version?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto mine.

My mind immediately drifted to the countless hours the trio had spent engrossed in video games, their virtual battles against hordes of demons and devils. It was an interesting concept, albeit one that held little appeal for creatures like us who thrived in the real world. I even found one of them made based on the history of the war three hundred years ago and the main boss was me.

I leaned back in my seat, recalling the virtual landscapes and digital adversaries that had captivated their attention. "Well, they've created something they call video games," I began, trying to summarize the concept in a way that would resonate with them. "And in these games, we're often portrayed as the main villains, the ultimate adversaries that the players have to conquer."

Diablo's eyes lit up with intrigue, his curiosity piqued by the notion of being cast as a formidable antagonist. "That sounds pretty cool," he remarked with a grin, nodding in approval.

I couldn't help but smirk, knowing all too well the discrepancy between virtual battles and the raw power we wielded in reality. "Yeah, definitely cooler," I replied, my tone laced with dry humor. Deep down, though, I couldn't deny the slight pang of annoyance at the thought of mortals besting us in a digital realm.