Seven Sins System Chapter 472. What Did I Expect?
Once I got out of the portal, I was back in my dorm, but my mind was still trapped in that playground.
I stood there like a statue, letting the portal close behind me with a soft hiss. My gaze was fixed on the empty wall in front of me, but my thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in the strange exchange I'd just had with Puriel.
I didn't understand what I was feeling, and more than that, I didn't want to understand. I felt relieved, of course, having given her the necklace.
I was certain it was enough to send her home, to end her futile search and let her find some rest. But there was something more than that, something unspoken, something that felt heavier than the simple words we'd exchanged. More than a thank you.
But again, what did I expect? A kiss? To drag her into my arms and take her right there in the playground? Bang her? Or maybe a confession that said "Oh, Azrael. I love you so much. Kidnap me. Take me to the underworld."
The thought almost made me laugh.
Right… that sounded like the most wishful thinking I'd ever indulged in, more far-fetched than the idea of conquering the mortal realm against the agreements set by the angels. It was ridiculous, and yet, a part of me couldn't let it go, couldn't stop imagining what it would be like if things were different.
"—Lord," a woman's voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present, startling me with its suddenness. "My lord," she called again, and I blinked, realizing that I was not alone in my room and that I had been standing there, lost in thought, for far too long.
I turned my head toward the voice, feeling a rush of embarrassment at my lack of awareness. Red was already there, standing near me, her expression one of concern. Her eyes were fixed on me, searching for something in my face, something that might explain why I seemed so distracted.
"Ah, Red," I said, trying to shake off the lingering fog in my mind, trying to regain my composure. This wasn't like me. I was always in control, always aware of my surroundings, always ready for anything. And yet, here I was, caught off guard for the second time today. It was… unsettling, to say the least.
"Why are you here?" I asked spontaneously, the words slipping out before I could think.
Red's expression didn't change, but I could see a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
"I mean, you are here," I quickly corrected myself, realizing how foolish I must have sounded. I had expected her presence, had known she would come. This was planned, and yet my mind was so clouded that I couldn't even manage a proper greeting.
"Are you okay? You seemed… distracted," she said cautiously, stepping closer to me. Her voice was calm, measured, but there was an undercurrent of worry.
"Everything's fine," I lied, trying to sound convincing, but I could hear the hollowness in my own words. I wasn't fine. I was anything but fine. The events had left me shaken, confused in a way that I wasn't prepared to admit, even to myself. "I just… had a lot on my mind," I added, hoping it would be enough to satisfy her.
Red nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. She could see through me; she always could. There was no hiding from her, no masking the truth. She had been with me long enough to know when something was truly wrong.
"You're lying," she said, her voice calm but firm. "I can tell something is bothering you, my lord. Is it because of Puriel?"
I hesitated. It was always difficult to hide anything from Red.
"Kinda," I admitted, my voice low, "but not in the way you think." I said it quickly, wanting to dispel any assumptions she might have about me and Puriel being at each other's throats again. The last thing I needed was for Red to think I had just fought Puriel or that some altercation had led to my current state. It wasn't that simple, and I wasn't ready to explain the strange mix of emotions that had taken hold of me.
Red's gaze flicked down to my hand, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the wound. Without hesitation, she stepped closer and grabbed my wrist, her touch surprisingly gentle given the intensity of her expression. "My lord, your hand," she said, her voice tight with worry. She lifted my hand closer to her face, examining the wound.
I could see the worry etched into her features. A rare crack in the stoic mask she usually wore. She had seen me in battle, had seen me emerge unscathed from conflicts that would have destroyed lesser beings. I had never gotten a wound like this, not even during the brutal wars three hundred years ago. This was new for her, and I could see the unease in her eyes, the fear of the unknown.
"It's fine," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "I just made a bit of a mistake."
But Red wasn't buying it. Her eyes flicked back up to mine, a flash of anger crossing her features. "Is it because of her? That damn goddess?" she demanded, her voice sharp. There was a fierceness in her tone that surprised me, a protective anger that I hadn't expected.
"No," I said firmly, meeting her gaze. "It wasn't her. It was my own mistake." I didn't want her blaming Puriel for this, and didn't want to feed into the idea that everything that went wrong between us was some deliberate act of malice. This wound was my doing, a consequence of my own choices.
Red's grip tightened slightly around my wrist, her eyes narrowing as she searched my face for the truth. For a moment, I thought she might push further, demand more answers, but then she let out a sigh, her expression softening. "Let me treat you," she said, her tone gentler now, though still laced with concern.
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