Chapter 90: This Is Slavery!

Chapter 90: This Is Slavery!

Seven Sins System Chapter 90. This Is Slavery!

After I rushed back to my room, I sent the new evidence to my dad. I knew I could do another thing but I was too anxious to do it. Instead, I sat in front of my desk and stared at the summoning formation. My finger tapped the desk repeatedly. My brain was deep in thought, trying to guess who the culprit was. How could he/she possibly create his/her own version of summoning formations without the demons' permission? Moreover, rather than summoning, it was more like kidnapping.

That didn't make sense since the mortals need the demons' or angels' permission to summon them. We would appear if we answered and agreed. It also required an agreement and my father's approval to determine the magic formation itself.

Since it was no different from a telephone signal, it should be clear to whom. Not kidnapping random demons like this.

"C'mon think harder, Azrael." I closed my eyes and forced my brain to think better. But just a series of other questions popped into my head, like how the summoning formations and the voice work.

'Does the voice work like a hypnosis and the formation works like my portal?' I made a random guess. That was the only possibility that crossed my mind. But opening a portal between the three realms? How?

Amid my thoughts, the sound of the telephone startled me.

*Ring!*

I quickly picked up.

"The hell is that summoning formation?! How is that possible?!" My dad yelled as soon the call connected.

"How do I know? That's what I wanted to ask you. Do you know anything about it? Or have you heard of anything that could alter our summoning formation?" I reversed the question.

"For a thousand years I've lived... I've never heard of it. We need a contract to claim that summoning formation is ours," he clarified.

"But can a failed formation summon another?" I knew it was simply the same as dialing the wrong number. An empty one. So nothing should show up. But who knew he had something that I didn't know? Like something from ancient times, before I was born.

Indeed, a few criminal demons could hijack our summoning formation. But it was a rare case. Something similar to tapping someone's phone and picking up the call instead of the number owner. But that was only for a moment. Since the lords usually got the notification about that so we could drag the criminal back to our realm. Moreover, the illegal demons should not be able to manifest and speak well.

Well, mortals sometimes used the ouija board to talk to us. So if the lords used our telekinesis to move the mortals' hands, the illegal demons usually moved their hands manually. Since they couldn't show themselves so in their eyes, it was the same with Telekinesis.

The ouija board was also one of the reasons why the lords rarely answer the mortal summon again. Because they sometimes summoned us to talk. If we didn't grant any requests we didn't get anything. So it was just a waste of our time. I even went berserk a few times because of that and ended up destroying the ouija board and throwing everyone in the room. The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

"You sound calm. Is it because you already know it?" I said straight to the point.

"Me? Pfft--- of course not. How do I know?" Yet I could catch a trace of panic in his tone. So I decided to make a video call with him.

"Why did you suddenly video call me?" he replied in displeasure once he answered me. A frown on his forehead. His hair and face looked messy. The pile of documents in front of him and the background showed he was working at his office. Something I hadn't seen in the last hundred years.

"Oh you're working," I said in disbelief. I thought he'd be lazing around and throwing all the paperwork at me after I got back from my mission.

"Of course, I'm working!" he protested. "And these fucking documents are coming in non-stop. How can you deal with all this shit? Give back my holiday! This is slavery!" he whined. Which was followed by his frustrated whine.

I cringed over his childish act.

"Dad... You are the king. And all of that is the same work I usually do."

"How could you survive this?" he said between his whines.

"You did all of that before. When I was just a pathetic demon," I reminded him.

Worse, he took on a lot of workloads when he was still badly injured back then. He just lost his wife, friends, almost all of his trusted subjects, and the old capital. His workload was far greater than this and had only a few demons that could help him, but miraculously, he could do everything well.

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