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Seven Sins System Chapter 536. The Grand Court of The Sins III
🕑 Added 2024-12-26 17:10:11 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 536. The Grand Court of The Sins III
Gremory rolled her eyes. "Your authority means nothing when you can’t even control your own borders, Berith."
"And I," Belial said, stepping forward with his signature smirk, "am simply making efficient use of resources. Lady Gremory sought a more competent partner. Is it my fault that Berith failed to meet her expectations?"
Again, I itched to summon my wrath tentacles and smack that grin right off his face, but I restrained myself—barely.
"Azrael," my father said, his gaze turning to me once again. "You are the Crown Prince. What do you suggest we do to resolve this matter?"
I took a deep breath, setting the plate of food aside as I leaned forward. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, this isn’t just a matter of resolving their squabble. This is about setting a precedent. If we let this slide, it opens the door for further instability. We need to establish clear consequences for actions that disrupt the balance of power."
The murmurs in the courtroom picked up again, demons exchanging glances as they considered my words.
My father nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "A fair point. What consequences do you propose?"
I glanced at the three demons in the center of the room, their expressions ranging from defiant to smug to indifferent.
"Berith and Gremory need to renegotiate their terms if they wish to continue their partnership," I said. "If they can’t, they forfeit the contested territory. As for Belial…"
Belial’s smirk faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing as he waited for me to continue.
"If he wants to expand his influence, he does it the proper way—through negotiation and alliances, not interference. Any further violations will result in sanctions from this court."
The room buzzed with whispers, and I caught Luci nodding slightly out of the corner of my eye.
"Interesting," Luci murmured. "You’ve got a knack for this."
"Don’t get used to it," I muttered back.
My father raised a hand again, silencing the room. "Very well," he said, his tone sharp and final. "The Crown Prince has spoken. Berith, Gremory, and Belial, what do you think?"
Berith, standing stiff and radiating barely-contained rage, was the first to speak. "Your Majesty," he said, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder, "while I respect the Crown Prince's judgment, renegotiation feels unnecessary. The terms of our partnership were clear. Gremory is the one who—"
"Oh, spare me," Gremory interrupted, her voice like honey-coated venom. She stepped forward, her fiery dress swirling around her as she placed one hand on her hip. "Let’s not pretend this ‘partnership’ of ours was anything but transactional. You gave me a fraction of what I wanted and expected me to be satisfied. News flash, Berith, your dick isn’t sharp enough."
“Oof…” I hissed, grimacing.
The room erupted into a mix of gasps, muffled laughter, and awkward coughs. Even Luci raised a brow, impressed by the audacity.
Berith’s crimson eyes blazed as he turned to her, his voice a growl. "You dare insult me in the King’s Court?"
"Oh, I dare," Gremory shot back, her smirk widening. "The truth hurts, doesn’t it? Face it, Berith—you’ve been slacking for centuries."
Before Berith could lunge at her—and he looked like he might—Belial stepped in, holding up his hands like the peacekeeper he definitely wasn’t.
"Now, now," he said, his smirk as irritating as ever. "Let’s not turn this into a wrestling match. Though," he added with a chuckle, "I’d pay to see it."
Berith turned his glare to Belial. "And you," he snarled, stepping closer to the ever-smug Lord of Lies. "You’re the one who meddled where you weren’t wanted."
"Meddled?" Belial echoed, placing a hand over his chest as if the word physically hurt him. "Oh no, Berith. I didn’t meddle. Gremory came to me. I didn’t ask for her attention—it was freely given."
"Freely given?" Gremory cut in, her tone dripping with mockery. "Let’s not rewrite history. You practically begged for it, Belial. Don’t act like you weren’t thrilled to… expand your influence."
"Expand my—?!" Belial’s composure finally cracked, and he glared at her. "You came to me for my dick, Gremory, not the other way around!"
The room, already teetering on the edge of chaos, exploded. Demons laughed, whispered, and even cheered as the three lords descended into a shouting match that had absolutely nothing to do with the original issue.
From my seat, I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to will the headache away. "Here we go again," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.
Luci sipped his bloodwine like it was a casual evening at a theater. "Seems like it wasn’t enough for them," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Clearly," I muttered, leaning back in my chair.
Beel, still munching on his endless supply of snacks, let out a hearty laugh. "Just let them fight already," he said, crumbs falling onto his lap. "It’s more entertaining this way."
On the screen, Asmo groaned dramatically, tossing his head back. "Oh, come on, you three! My party is so much nicer than this. This isn’t even worth the drama!"
"Nobody invited you, Asmo," Gremory snapped, momentarily breaking from her spat with Belial to glare at the laptop.
"And yet, here I am," Asmo replied with a wink. “I’m the lust, remember?”
Berith slammed his fist against the dais, cracking the molten glass under his hand… again. "Enough of this nonsense!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the room. "This isn’t about dicks or parties! It’s about respect and boundaries!"
"Respect?" Belial sneered. "Coming from you? That’s rich."
"And boundaries?" Gremory added with a laugh. "You didn’t seem to care much about those when you were trying to crawl back into my bed, Berith."
The room erupted again, and I let out a long, exhausted sigh. This was beyond ridiculous.
"This isn’t a court," I muttered, leaning over to Luci. "It’s a circus."
Luci smirked, swirling his drink lazily. "It’s hell. What did you expect?"
