Chapter 185 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)
As planned, Einstein and Arya’s wedding would have been held on a modest scale.
Because both of them have a simple temperament that avoids unnecessary extravagance.
They tend not to be bound by vanity.
Would you say it is aloof or less greedy?
This is a quality worthy of imitation.
However, the King of Gallia seemed displeased with the two of them having a smooth and ordinary wedding.
‘I heard you rented the entire largest cathedral in the area?’
The distribution is also large in case someone is not the king.
Well, the groom’s side is a warrior from the previous generation, and the bride’s side is a saint from the previous generation, so such consideration is understandable to some extent.
‘Those two don’t seem to like it.’
Yes.
Even if it is an act of goodwill, it does not mean that the act is accepted as complete goodwill.
If you look at that ambiguous face, don’t you just feel it?
It seems to work as a burden.
‘Well, that’s a matter for unnie and Einstein to be concerned about.’
It wasn’t something the prestigious archmage girl cared about.
Azazel Anade poured the wine from the glass into her mouth.
The hot alcohol, the scent of aged grapes, and the pungent acidity stimulated her esophagus.
She shook her head and brushed off her thoughts.
‘You look so busy.’
As the size of the wedding grew, it was only natural that the number of guests increased.
Among the guests who made up the crowd were some nobles.
Why do people with heavy hips march?
That’s probably because Leon, the recently crowned King of Gaul, is very concerned about this marriage.
It also meant that it meant to figure out what kind of move the crowned king would take.
‘Or a seungnyang who comes to pick up even the falling bean curd.’
As such, politics is a somewhat messy, blatant muddy fight.
Still, if you are blessed by so many people, wouldn’t it be a unique and special experience?
‘Come to think of it, Einstein was a person who would take her classes if he was an aristocrat, right?’
Azazel belatedly thought of it that far.
Perhaps because of this, sometimes interesting scenes were produced.
As a simple example, Einstein, who lost his mind because of the nobles who spit out disrespectful words and actions.
Like Aria who tried her best to stop him.
It was quite fun to watch from a distance.
Thanks to that, she didn’t even think that she had come for nothing.
In fact, isn’t it refreshing to see the two of them so happy and troubled?
As I stared at the two of them quietly, the guests around me murmured.
“Is that woman the sorceress?”
“Really? Does she still look like a child?”
?
It was a conversation that seemed to have a question mark above it.
Just looking at the contents of the conversation, it seems that they are talking about themselves.
She didn’t express herself and pricked up her ears.
“Shhh, don’t be cubic! Is it because you don’t know what will happen if you get caught by that woman?”
… How is it?
It was a story that even Azazel herself did not know.
“Oh, is it really that witch? Just by looking at her clothes, she’s a perfect little girl.”
Little girl.
It was an awkward word.
Even though she is in her mid-twenties.
“Huh, isn’t it not worth the age?”
Flinch.
Azazel examined her own attire.
She was wearing a red dress.
It was a dainty outfit that was inappropriate for her age, but it was understandable since she wore it more than ten years ago.
“…”
It’s Azazel who wants to shout ‘Are you dissatisfied with the way I’m wearing, you bastards?’
However, she couldn’t act like a bitch until the wedding of the two, so she had no choice but to bite her lower lip to kill her temper.
‘My personality died a lot too.’
If it was her old self, she would have scolded her so that such a chaff would not make fun of her snout.
I wonder if this is all because I was influenced by Aria, a docile and soft fool.
‘… Besides, I think someone wanted to wear something like this.’
It wasn’t because Azazel wanted to wear something like this.
This had its own circumstances.
Recently, while doing research that piqued her interest, she made a mistake in the formulation of reagents and caused a major explosion.
It was a phenomenon that happened unexpectedly frequently while studying magic, and that became the root of the problem.
All of her clothes, which were few in number, had been burned.
‘… The only clothes I got were old clothes that I had forgotten about in the storage room.’
Even when she belatedly tried to find clothes, few clothes fit because of her short stature.
She had chosen the less tacky clothes she had, but they were old clothes and children’s clothes.
There was nothing I could do about looking like a child.
‘But what’s even more annoying is that the clothes I wore in the past still fit me.’
Azazel was very sad that she could still wear the clothes she used to wear.
It was no different than admitting that she had never grown up.
Maybe it was because she saw her expression rotting away.
There was a lot of tension on the faces of the guests.
“You guys, be quiet. Do you want to brown it after arguing about her taste?”
If you want it to be a human barbeque, you can grill it yourself.
It was Azazel who glared at the guest with that intention.
Their eyes met, and they trembled as if they had been electrocuted, then averted their gaze.
‘Anyway, things I can’t even see eye to eye talk about as they please.’
Azazel clicked her tongue and moved her gaze.
At what point did her sister and Astein move to the center of the ceremony hall?
The witch saw her man and woman making her conjugal kite.
Aria in a pure white wedding dress.
Einstein dressed in a pure white tuxedo.
Both of them had white hair, so their outfits were full of uniformity.
It wasn’t empty words, but they were a pair that went well together.
Really, really good fit.
She looked at them, squinting her eyes.
What is marriage
It was not a question in the ideological or conventional sense.
Whether it’s for men or women, I know it’s something to be blessed with.
Would it still be that good?
Aria, smiling happily, was brighter than ever.
She even cuts down on the scorching sun.
Great.
But why does a corner of her heart throb so much?
Jealousy?
Or envy?
Well.
I don’t know what it is specifically.
Any doubts should be clarified.
It is necessary to dismantle and establish the concept.
Because that’s a wizard.
But for some reason, Azazel didn’t want to do that.
It’s inconvenient, she concluded.
‘What kind of a young monk is he, unlike me.’
Let’s applaud quietly.
Her red iris captures the landscape.
It was a common wedding that can be seen everywhere.
At the same time, it was a special wedding that cannot be seen anywhere else.
Ironically, Azazel felt that way.
Their wedding went smoothly.
* * *
Back-and-forth.
It is politely called a reception.
As the entire cathedral was rented, the scale was comparable to a small festival.
Einstein and Aria were busy as the main characters of this festival.
Because there were a lot of customers looking for them.
When Azazel first spoke to her, she couldn’t say anything other than her.
‘Because I don’t have to insist on chatting right now.’
We can meet whenever we want to, so what’s the rush?
By the way, the kiss between her older sister and Einstein after exchanging her marriage vows was impressive.
After listening to the explanation, seeing it in person, I wonder if the heat was conveyed.
Another bouquet thrown by her sister.
Did you say bouquet?
I happened to catch it, but there seems to be a superstition that if you catch it, you will have a lover.
Lover to me
Well.
Who would like a girl with such an immature body and only a bad temper?
She sincerely thinks so and she herself is quite sad.
“Ehh.”
Azazel sat at the table and she enjoyed her food and drink.
Why didn’t she say that what she eats is left over?
The table she was sitting at was empty.
It was partly because Azazel had a different notoriety, and she herself gave off an atmosphere of ‘I’m not in a good mood’, so no one approached.
Actually, she felt bad.
The reason is nothing.
It was because of the idiots who were proud of being nobles a while ago.
Is she cute, or is she dainty?
She wanted to make fun of people.
She is Azazel, whose complex is her small, ungainly body.
It was like she threw a ember into an oil pot.
It was a shame that a few smart people took the person they were arguing with, otherwise it was a nobleman and a nabal, and he was trying to show his aspirations by setting fire to his head and using it as a substitute for a candle.
“It seems that the tyrannical disposition is not going anywhere.”
“I wonder if I was treated like a idiot at the Magic Tower for no reason.”
“… Although his skills are outstanding.”
Also, it was subtly uncomfortable to plant because of the pumpkin chunks whispering next to her.
Things that I couldn’t say a word in front of me, chatter, chatter like a chimney.
Should I hammer her beak and throw it away?
Will it be a little quiet then?
They were stacked one after another like painterly bricks.
Oh, should I just go back?
She even said hello to her sister and Astein anyway.
You don’t have to stay here anymore, do you?
Yes.
OK.
I feel like my head will explode if I stay here.
Rattle.
It was the moment she was about to stand up.
“If you don’t mind, may I sit in her seat?”
It was a polite question, and one that showed no signs of reluctance.
Wanting something, Azazel raised her head and looked at her opponent.
Her golden hair and her golden eyes stood out in her neat priestly clothes.
I wondered where she had seen her, and she was the one who was talking to her older sister Arya.
‘Are you from the church?’
“Excuse me?”
Even if it wasn’t, I was just about to leave.
It didn’t matter if I sat or not.
Of course, it was Azazel who had a sharp edge.
She raised her eyebrows and rested her chin on her left arm.
“Why do you ask me if you can do whatever you want?”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re offended.”
“Oh, that’s so damn unpleasant. Turn it off Wouldn’t it turn off if I said that?”
It was a rude and senseless remark, but it would take a lot of courage to catch it.
After all, the opponent is a magician who contributed to defeating the demon lord.
It was Azazel with such shallow calculations, but the opponent reacted docilely.
“It is.”
“… You are too shameless. Do you really want to come to a place that pushes you like this?”
“I like to be quiet.”
“What?”
“I told you I like quiet things.”
It was a very odd answer.
Azazel scratched her temple with her index finger, raising her voice a little.
“Like you said, it’s quiet. Unlike other crowded places. But tell me Isn’t there a reason why the seats around here are empty?”
With what confidence do you stand by the self that people shun?
A gaze filled with such questions turned to the young man, and he answered without hesitation.
“I heard that Miss Azazel was invited by Aria-sama herself.”
“So what?”
“Since you are such a person, would you not do something that would embarrass Aria-sama?”
“What specifically is the act that will cause trouble for her sister?”
“There must be a commotion or something like that.”
Making a fuss over her is an act to get her in trouble.
So why don’t you stay still
It was a tone with such a nuance.
She was hit on the head.
In fact, Azazel only thought of scaring her away a little.
“It’s amazing. All the cheeky bastards are roasted, so why do they keep coming out like this?”
“The biggest reason is that he seems hostile, so I came here to be a talker.”
“…”
It looks lonely, is it?
Again, it was a straight line.
Azazel was silent, and the other person raised a corner of his mouth quietly.
It was a bright smile.
She felt that her mood was uplifted.
“Hey, are you fighting right now?”
“I’m sorry if you felt offended.”
It’s like scraping a plate with a spoon.
In my mind, I wanted to blow a fireball at this smirking face.
But isn’t it an important day for those who like it after a long time.
I had no desire to ruin it.
Azazel took a deep breath.
“Whoa, really, if it wasn’t for my older sister’s wedding, I’d just do it my way…”
Did you hear me talking to myself?
The young man’s smile deepened.
“Or, if you are the enemy as I thought, would you like to have a casual conversation?”
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“Quiet. Before you bake it.”
The young man laughed.
“Are you kidding me?”
“This is the first time I have heard of such blatant threats. But is it really okay to do that?”
“What are you going to do?”
He pulled out some stationery.
It was one of the few wedding invitations.
Written by Arya herself.
“If you bake me, Aria-sama will hate you.”
“Uh? Why did that come out of there… ?”
“Because I got it.”
It was a natural answer.
Azazel opened her mouth in a daze, then quickly regained her senses.
“… What is your name?”
“This is Makarov.”
“Yeah, I remembered. I’ll give you a ride next time.”
Makarov.
My first impression of him wasn’t very good.
