Seven Sins System

Seven Sins System Chapter 269. You Look Like A Fart!

"Wow..." I muttered, my voice laced with a mixture of awe and disbelief. The realization that I had emerged from the trials at an unexpectedly rapid pace left me momentarily stunned. "So, that's why you had me tied up," I said, finally connecting the dots.

My father nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and remorse. "I was convinced that the ancient demon had claimed victory," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "Anyway, did you find anything helpful within the dream sequence?" he asked, hoping that perhaps I had discovered some hidden insights or clues during my slumber.

"I'm afraid not," I finally replied, my voice tinged with disappointment.

"I see..." he muttered, his voice laden with a mix of contemplation and concern. His furrowed brows betrayed the weight of his thoughts as he processed the gravity of my words.

I regarded him for a moment, taking in the seriousness etched across his face. It was clear that he was deep in thought, grappling with the implications of my revelations.

Once he realized my gaze, his brows knitted together in annoyance. "What's with that face? You look like a fart," he blurted out, unable to contain his irritation any longer.

My expression shifted from indifference to disgust. "What the hell," I responded curtly, my tone laced with disdain.

"So?" he asked once again with a frown.

"I've seen everything," I said, my voice tinged with disbelief. "You know, about the calamity, what happened five hundred years ago and Ravenna..." But somehow I couldn't let a word about my late mom. I was afraid it would dig up his old wound.

He nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and guilt. Taking a deep breath, he spoke with a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Are you mad at me because I erased your memory?" His gaze shifted to me, his expression filled with remorse.

I couldn't help but empathize with the internal struggle he must have faced when making that difficult decision. The weight of responsibility he carried as my father and the protector of our realm was evident in his guilt-ridden demeanor.

Shaking my head, I reassured him, "No, I'm not mad." I let out a sigh, the heaviness of the situation weighing upon me. "I understand why you did it. It wasn't an easy choice, but you did what you thought was necessary to protect me and our realm." Despite my understanding, a tinge of sadness tinged my words. The realization that my own memories had been manipulated stirred a sense of loss within me.

Relief washed over my father's features, his posture relaxing slightly. However, his sadness remained etched on his face, a constant reminder of the burden he carried. "I'm glad you understand. Just remember, no one should know what happened. No one,” he emphasized clearly.

I nodded in acknowledgment.

"Good," my father responded, his voice brimming with finality. It was clear that he regarded this as a matter of utmost importance, one that brooked no further discussion. With a solemn nod, he turned to leave, his figure receding from the room.

But before he could make his exit, a frown creased my brow as a nagging thought flitted across my mind. I couldn't let it go unaddressed, the question hanging in the air like a lingering enigma.

"Wait a second," I called out, my voice tinged with confusion. "You said no one should know about this besides the two of us, right?"

My father paused, his steps halting as he turned to face me. His gaze met mine, filled with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "That's correct," he replied, his tone laced with unwavering certainty.

"If no one besides us is supposed to know, then why did the Ouija board refer to me as 'The Ancient One'? Doesn't that imply that someone else has an inkling about my true identity?" I couldn't help but voice my perplexity, hoping for some clarity amidst the tangled web of secrets.

My father sighed, his eyes momentarily reflecting a hint of exasperation. "Look, my analysis is still the same," he explained, his voice tinged with a touch of frustration. "The Ouija board most likely mistook you for the ancient one due to your similar appearance. It was just a coincidence," he concluded, his words laced with a rough analysis.

It seemed plausible, but a nagging doubt lingered in the back of my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story, that perhaps there was a hidden connection waiting to be unraveled.

"Are you sure about that?" I pressed, a note of skepticism coloring my voice. "It just seems too convenient, too coincidental to dismiss. What if there's more to this than meets the eye? What if someone out there truly has knowledge of the ancient one? Or… do the people who witnessed the war three hundred years ago actually encounter the real ancient one before they saw me?"

My father's expression turned solemn, a somber understanding evident in his eyes. He cleared his throat, preparing himself to share a truth that had long been kept hidden. "About that..." he began, his voice carrying a weight that matched the gravity of his words. "The shadow realm wasn't the only one that faced destruction five hundred years ago."

My confusion deepened, and I furrowed my brow in an attempt to comprehend his cryptic statement. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. The uncertainty surrounding our past seemed to grow with every revelation, casting a shadow of doubt over the truths I had come to accept.

My father's gaze met mine, his eyes filled with profound sadness. "Five hundred years ago, during the time when the shadow realm was on the brink of devastation, the ancient demon also manifested in the mortal realm," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "It caused widespread chaos and destruction, leaving behind a trail of devastation in its wake."

"I believe that some survivors of the ancient demon's rampage managed to document their harrowing experiences in a book or some other form of record. And when they caught sight of you, they couldn't help but draw a connection between your appearance and the terrifying entity they had encountered,” he added.