Seven Sins System

Chapter 241: What Role Did I Play?

Seven Sins System Chapter 241. What Role Did I Play?

After our discussion reached its conclusion, my dad took charge, issuing orders to his trusty servants. "Please escort everyone to their rooms so they can rest," he instructed, his voice carrying an air of authority. Without missing a beat, the servants sprang into action.

I seized the opportunity to make a request of my own, wanting to ensure the comfort and well-being of my companions. "Could you please show the ladies to the royal bathroom and provide them with appropriate attire?" I asked, gesturing towards my women. They were unfamiliar with this world and deserved to feel at ease, even in the most mundane of circumstances.

The servants nodded in understanding and led the women towards the opulent royal bathroom, their footsteps echoing through the grand hallways.

As for the evidence, my dad took them all, leaving no trace of our investigations behind. Except for the snow globe, of course. It was only a gift for Asmo after all.

Leaving the others behind, I made my way toward my former room, which held a myriad of memories from my past. The door creaked open, revealing a space that had remained untouched for quite some time.

Stepping inside, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The room still retained fragments of my former self. The atmosphere instantly shifted, reflecting the nature of my true identity as a prince of a dark realm. The space exuded an aura of power, mystery, and danger. The walls were adorned with a vast collection of weapons, both ancient and modern, each one possessing a story of its own. Blades of all shapes and sizes, from sleek daggers to imposing swords, were meticulously displayed in racks and cases. Magic items, enchanted artifacts, and occult symbols adorned the shelves, emanating otherworldly energy that tingled in the air.

The room was a treasure trove of my own creation, a testament to my mastery of Devil Craft. Intricate jewelry ornaments, sparkling with dark gems and forged with exquisite craftsmanship, were carefully arranged on velvet displays. They showcased my status and power within the realm, a symbol of authority and refinement. These pieces were not merely decorative accessories; they held unique enchantments and magical properties, each designed to augment my abilities or grant me protection in times of need.

Despite the passage of time, the room remained immaculately clean. Not a speck of dust tarnished the polished surfaces, nor did any sign of neglect mar the intricate details.

I walked over to the side of the bed, where a small table awaited, its surface smooth and unadorned. Carefully, I placed the snow globe on the table, its glass casing glimmering in the soft light.

Exhaustion washed over me, a weight that settled upon my body. Without hesitation, I let myself collapse onto the bed, sinking into the plushness of the high-quality mattress beneath me. It was a stark contrast to the thin and uncomfortable mattresses I had endured during my time at the academy. The luxuriousness of the bedding enveloped me, providing a much-needed respite from the trials and tribulations I had faced.

My eyes fixed upon the ceiling above, its smooth expanse a canvas for my wandering thoughts. My mind drifted back to the secret conversation I had shared with my dad, the weight of his words lingering in the air. The gravity of the unknown burdened my thoughts, each word etching deeper into my consciousness.

I couldn't help but replay the conversation in my mind, dissecting every nuance and searching for hidden meanings.

"The ancient one..." I mumbled to myself, the words hanging in the air with an air of mystery. The mention of this enigmatic figure stirred something deep within me, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. My thoughts swirled, like a whirlwind of emotions and questions, as I grappled with the significance of this revelation.

Unease settled in my core, an unsettling feeling that refused to be ignored. It was as if a dormant power within me began to stir, awakening from its slumber. The very essence of my being seemed to pulse with a newfound urgency, demanding answers and understanding. What role did I play in the grand tapestry of the ancient one's existence? And more importantly, what did it mean for my own journey?

With a deep breath, I attempted to calm my racing thoughts. The weight of the unknown pressed upon me, but I knew that dwelling on it indefinitely would only lead to more frustration.

Just as I was on the verge of surrendering to the fatigue that consumed me, I remembered something. "Wait, I haven't bathed yet," I muttered.

In a swift motion, I pushed myself up from the comfort of the bed, its embrace reluctantly releasing me. I stretched my limbs, feeling the satisfying crack of joints realigning. The anticipation of a revitalizing shower urged me forward as I made my way toward the internal bathroom.

Entering into the luxury bathroom, the room exuded an aura of extravagance and power, designed to cater to the whims and desires of royalty. The walls were adorned with intricate mosaics, depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, their vibrant colors breathing life into the space.

A massive, intricately carved marble bathtub stood at the center of the room, beckoning me with its allure. Its smooth surface glistened under the soft glow of golden chandeliers, casting an ethereal light that danced upon the surrounding surfaces. The tub was large enough to accommodate several people, a testament to the indulgent nature of demon royalty. Golden faucets, adorned with intricate engravings of demonic symbols.

I clapped my hands twice, and with a wave of mystical energy, the crimson water began to flow, filling the expansive bathtub. The perks of being the prince of darkness. I had my own personal bathroom designed to cater to my every whim and desire. As long as no one had tampered with it while I was away, everything would be just the way I liked it. Unlike those pesky mortals who relied so heavily on electricity, in the demon realm, magic was our primary source of power.

I stood there, mesmerized by the sight of the red water cascading into the tub. It was a peculiar choice, I know, but it suited my taste perfectly. Besides, who needed plain old water when you could have a touch of dark elegance? The crimson hue hinted at the fiery essence that flowed through my veins, a constant reminder of my otherworldly origins.

A wistful smile played upon my lips as memories of my lavish wine pool resurfaced. I missed it so much. But returning to my mansion now would be like admitting that the prince of darkness residing there was nothing more than a counterfeit. And that was simply out of the question.

I let out a frustrated sigh, my irritation bubbling up from deep within. "So frustrating," I muttered under my breath. The weight of my responsibilities as a prince often took a toll on me. The pressure to maintain an image of strength and infallibility was relentless. Sometimes, I yearned for a moment of respite, a chance to shed the weight of my title and simply be myself.

>Read the original on /book/seven-sins-system_23117939105028405

Author note:

If you want to support me and read advanced tier currently more than 90 chapters

Visit My Pat*reon-page: /nanakawaichan (erase the*)

Join my discord server https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG for more images.

Like it? Add it to your collection XD

Don't forget to vote ~