Seven Sins System

Seven Sins System Chapter 326. Complicated 

Puriel’s PoV

Puriel sauntered out of the infirmary and closed the door behind her, the old hinges squeaking in protest. But that wasn't the end of it, not for Puriel. She didn't just walk away.

Instead of leaving, she crept back to the door, her fingers gently wrapping around the handle. With an almost mischievous glint in her eyes, she cracked it open just a smidge, just enough to get a peek inside.

It was a classic move, one that even the old-school private detectives would nod in approval at. She knew she had the advantage with her skill. But Puriel wasn't one to underestimate Azrael. The devil was slippery, and as sharp as a serpent's tooth. It was only a matter of time before he sensed her holy power so she preferred to spy on him in an old-fashioned way.

Puriel's keen eyes remained locked on the scene within the infirmary. The door was barely cracked open, just enough for her to get a glimpse of Azrael, who was sitting there like the picture of tranquility.

Azrael sat in his chair. A medical textbook lay open in his hand, its pages filled with diagrams and mortal knowledge. One hand cradled his chin, while his elbow rested lazily on the chair's arm. His legs were neatly folded, one ankle casually crossing over the other, and he appeared utterly at ease. This was a different Azrael than the one Puriel knew. 

Puriel couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. It wasn't often she saw him so relaxed, so…human. It was a sight that intrigued her.

‘He doesn't look that bad,’ she thought, her inner voice catching her by surprise. It was the most random and wildest thought that had ever crossed her head. Seriously, of all the things to pop into her brain while spying on her nemesis, it had to be this?

*Ba-thump*

Her heart began to race, pounding in her chest like a trapped bird desperately trying to escape. This wasn't a sensation she had felt before, at least not when she had only known him as Dr. Allen.

She had always been aware of the connection, the invisible thread of fate that bound them together, but it had always been more of an abstract concept. Now, as she watched Azrael, fully aware of his true identity, the feeling was different. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and she was experiencing something entirely new.

Puriel tried to brush it off, to convince herself that it was just a random rush of adrenaline or perhaps the strange mystic energies that had entwined their destinies. But the sensation didn't go away so easily. 

‘Wait… he didn't do anything?’ she thought in disbelief, her brows furrowed in confusion. The longer she stared at him, the more her face heated up. She could practically feel her cheeks turning red.

It was a moment that left her utterly baffled. She had expected schemes, maybe some demonic shenanigans or a hidden motive. But instead, here was Azrael, calmly engrossed in his mortal medical tome, as if he were just a regular guy catching up on his reading.

After what felt like an eternity, she realized that nothing was happening, and her hopes of uncovering some dark secret were fading fast. With a heavy sigh, she finally accepted the futility of her stakeout.

She slowly closed the door and let out a long breath, feeling like a complete and utter fool. She had been standing there like a crazy stalker, utterly obsessed with the man who, at the moment, was nothing more than a regular person enjoying the most ordinary of mornings.

Her stomach chose that moment to make itself heard, growling with hunger. It was a reminder that she hadn't eaten since the night before. Puriel's financial situation was less than ideal, and she had to be frugal with her expenses, including food.

Puriel stepped away from the door, her face no longer burning red. She knew she needed to find a way to quell the relentless growling in her stomach without spending a dime.

‘Just fill my stomach with tap water then,’ she thought with a wry smirk.

Puriel turned on her heel and strode down the corridor, her thoughts still occupied by her earlier encounter with Azrael. She clutched a crumpled paper bag in her hand, something that now seemed more suspicious than satisfying.

Her steps carried her closer to a trash bin conveniently placed along the corridor. Her hand hovered over the bin, fingers curled around the paper bag. It dangled there, suspended in mid-air, as she wrestled with her decision.

There was no way she could eat that food, it was from her enemy, after all, a devil!

The paper bag seemed to tremble. Puriel hesitated.

“I know it's not that easy to take you out with a little poison.” 

His words echoed inside her head. Puriel's eyes darted toward the sandwich, her thoughts churning like a cauldron of curiosity and caution.

'I should at least know whether he's lying or not or how disgusting the food he makes is,' she thought with a mental shrug, her mind made up.

With a resigned sigh, she headed toward the cafeteria. It was a quiet corner that she sought, far from prying eyes, where she could inspect the sandwich in relative peace. She sat alone, the sandwich resting before her like an mystery waiting to be unraveled.

She carefully unwrapped the sandwich. Her keen eyes observed every detail. 

It looked like a normal sandwich, just as it had at first glance. No weird, otherworldly ingredients, no strange glyphs or sinister markings. Her fingers traced the crust of the toasted bread, feeling its ordinary texture.

Taking a deep breath, Puriel separated the halves of the sandwich, revealing the filling. Strawberry jam. It was plain, almost disappointingly so, but there was nothing unusual about it. She couldn't detect any trace of poison or demonic power.

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