Monarch of Gluttony: System of Sin-Chapter 231: 231: First

The young man kept all the weapons back, including the ordinary-looking Sword, before getting up. He walked to the door and opened the door, looking outside.

On the other side of the door, he was able to see a young woman. The woman had a sleepy look on her face and seemed to only be wearing a thin layer of clothing on her body, which highlighted all her curves.

"Did you need something?" The young man asked, finding the woman there.

After their conversation, he asked her if he could stay there for the night, and the woman allowed him without much questions. He had expected some peace and privacy for the night and not this disturbance.

Azekiel was quite irritated but not angry.

"I can't sleep," Yulia informed Azekiel as she tightly hugged the pillow she had been holding in her hands.

"I am afraid I don't have any pills to help you sleep," Azekiel answered, shaking his head.

"You do have a pill that can make my night better though," Yulia suggested, lowering her gaze.

Azekiel could see where she was looking and also understood what she was there for. However, even he wasn't interested at this point since he was more concerned about other things at the moment. He had more important matters to deal with.

All he needed from her was information, and he had already received that information.

Yulia didn't listen to him and entered the room. "I can't sleep alone for some reason. Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

Even though it was her own room, she still addressed it as Azekiel's room.

"It's alright. I can stay in a different room," Azekiel expressed.

"Hey? Didn't you hear what I said?" Yulia smiled wryly. "I can't sleep alone here. If you go to another room when I come here, won't I be alone here?"

She closed the door, so Azekiel couldn't leave before walking to the bed ahead.

"You can also stay here. Don't worry. I won't bite." When Azekiel asked her if he could stay here, she had already considered the possibility that he asked to stay here because he wanted to sleep with her.

She had been waiting for him to knock on her room for quite some time. When he didn't come, she came herself, thinking that he was most probably shy about this.

Even seeing Azekiel's ignorance about not staying in the room with her, she gave the credit to his last-moment shyness.

If he couldn't take the first step because of that, she decided to do it herself.

Azekiel gazed back, observing Yulia, who was lying on her bed. Her soft thighs were exposed as she only wore something like a top without any shorts.

Usually, that blue top came up to her knees, hiding her soft thighs, but as she lay in the bed, the power part of the top had managed to slide up, revealing her beautiful things.

It was also clear through the thin dress that she wasn't wearing any bra inside her dress. It seemed like she was trying to seduce him. There definitely wasn't much of an ulterior motive behind it, but Azekiel still found it quite amusing that she was trying it.

He walked back to the bed as well. If that's what she wanted, he didn't mind relieving some stress as well.

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The old man landed behind Raphael, who was still observing the seemingly ordinary Sword.

"Whose Sword can it be? Who would be strong enough to kill Lia and still use such a weak sword?" Raphael wondered.

The old man didn't answer. He just glanced at the sky. "Only Lia can answer this by remembering her memories. I did what I could to help her remember. Now the rest is on her shoulders."

The old man didn't express anything. If one was to observe his face, they even guess if he knew about the sword or not. He was just like a person who saw everything and, at the same time, saw nothing.

"We should go. We also have to see your past so you can also have some old memories to help you remember. Let's see who amongst you two can remember first."

Another portal opened before the old man. He waited for Raphael and Lia to enter the portal, but none of them seemed to be moving.

Lia was still trying to look around to see if she could find any clues. Instead of trying to remember what might have happened, she was truly to be more like a detective who wanted to find some clues.

The old man could finally understand why she wasn't remembering anything at all. She didn't even think she needed to remember since he was already showing her everything important that she had missed.

When all the answers were placed before a person, they rarely tried to find answers on their own. It was the same case with Lia. Since she was spoon-fed so much, he had essentially forgotten how to eat herself.

That's also one of the reasons the old man didn't show her who killed her. He wanted her to work for it. He wanted her to remember it herself! And if she couldn't even do that, then she wasn't worth all the effort he was putting into her.

"You won't find any clues. Also, if you don't enter the portal, it'll close, and it won't open again. If you want to waste time here, then be my guest. It's not me who needs to see your past, but you."

The old man folded his arms and just stood calmly, seeing none of them paying any attention to what he was saying.

His words of threat worked as well. If the portal of one particular timeline could only be opened once, they couldn't let it close. As much as Raphael wanted to know who this sword belonged to, he needed to focus more on himself.

He took one last glance at the sword and the surroundings before entering the portal. Lia also failed to find any other clues in this place. There weren't any signs of battle. It was as if there weren't a big battle here before she was killed. At most, only a few fallen trees existed in the surroundings.

Lia also entered the portal, right behind Raphael, still trying to remember just what had happened to her.

****

Some people were looking for their past. Meanwhile, some people were enjoying the present. One of those people was Azekiel.

Even though he was considered a King of Gluttony, that wasn't the only sin he had committed in his life.

Before returning to this world as Azekiel, he lived the life of a true King... A King who only worked towards one goal and did anything he could to achieve that goal.

He had an insatiable hunger for the results. He wanted to succeed at any cost. He also had extreme Wrath, which the world had seen more often than not.

As for Sloth, the ones who knew Azekiel knew that he was often like that; when he was exhausted or had nothing to do, he could sleep for over a week straight, without doing anything.

He also had Envy... Envy toward all the people who didn't face what he did. He was envious of the people who had a happy and loving family and didn't face any apocalypse. That life was what he often craved, even in his dreams. Unfortunately, he also knew that this kind of life didn't belong to him.

As for Greed, he had greed as well, but not the greed of Treasure. He had greed to protect what belonged to him at any cost. When it came to things that belonged to him, he was so greedy that he could kill millions to protect just one thing! If he wanted something, he also took it without much concern for the other

He was the strongest in the Tower, so he certainly had some Pride as well. He used to believe that he couldn't be killed... At least by the people in this tower. However, that pride also contributed to his death.

At last, there was Lust. Azekiel didn't have lust in the conventional sense. He didn't go around looking for girls daily to satiate his lust, but at the end of the day, he was also a man whose heart had been subtly corrupted.

Azekiel lied in the bed, right beside Yulia, placing a soft pillow under his head.

"Have you ever been in love?" he asked the young woman beside him.

"You mean before today?" The woman innocently asked. "No."

"So this is your first time sharing a bed with a guy?" Azekiel inquired. This was definitely intriguing that the girl didn't have a boyfriend even once in her life, and she was in bed with the guy she had just met?

"Why? You want to see if I'm pure or not?" Yulia smirked as she slid her hands to Azekiel's thighs.