Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 186

Chapter 186 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)

First impressions usually determine the attitude towards a person.
In some ways, the reason why he behaved angularly towards Arya was because he had a bad first impression.
In that sense, this young man, the author who introduced himself as Makarov, did not have a very good first impression.

However, he didn’t do anything to make fun of this young man.
If she got a wedding invitation from her sister, that would mean she’s pretty close.
He didn’t want to embarrass Arya no matter how much he liked and disliked him.

‘I’m not someone I can’t communicate with like other idiots.’

Perhaps, out of all the people I’ve talked to so far, he’s the one I can talk to the most.
First of all, there were a lot of denominators to sympathize with.

It was the opponent who had feelings of envy and respect for Arya.
Judging by this, it seemed that this young man had a personal admiration for Aria’s older sister.
For some reason, she didn’t feel all that bad when she saw a guy zealously arguing for her opinion on how noble and sacrificial Arya was.

‘For now, I think it’s a passing grade for a conversation partner.’

Staring at Makarov, he had a puzzled look on his face.

“… Did I just say too much? It may not be very interesting, but.”

“No, it’s fun, so keep going.”

Words of praise for her sister come out through her mouth, how can you hate it?
Makarov continued his story even though he had a puzzled look on his face.
The other person will also notice if you just keep listening, so he decided to agree with himself in moderation.

“So what did she say about her sister then?”

Or not.

“Wow, that must have been embarrassing.”

Or not.

“Well. Although she has a sister who is bold and decisive.”

I managed to put in a chuimsae and talk, and a fairly smooth conversation continued.
Thanks to that, the boring time passed like a lightning bolt.

The seat, which was uncomfortable for her to sit on, had transformed into a seat she was familiar with.
As we were exchanging trivial words, I heard the low-pitched voice of a calm man.

“This is an unexpected combination.”

“Iknow, right.”

Makarov and I turned our heads to the side.
Arya and Einstein were dressed in neat suits.
The main characters of this banquet.

Were there any feelings that had accumulated a little?
The words didn’t come out well.

“Oh, what are busy people doing in such a shabby place?”

Arya gave her wry smile at the almost sarcastic question.

“Don’t be angry, Azazel.”

“Huh. If you call it out and leave it like a sack of barley, even a younger sister who follows her older sister will get upset.”

“… Her Highness Leon seems to have been paying attention to this and that, so it was because we had a lot to worry about as well.”

“Oh yeah?”

He puffed out her cheeks and frowned.
It was a gesture asking if he wanted to make more excuses.
Aria laughed.

“That’s right, these are all excuses. Sorry. Because I couldn’t care.”

Quick apologies.
The anger that surged like a raging wave soon subsided.
As if I couldn’t help it, I continued with that attitude.

“Next time, don’t make such a grandiose event, and open it modestly…”

Einstein cut her off in disgust.

“I don’t want to do this troublesome thing twice.”

I opened my ax eye and glared at the man.
Even if there is no mood, how can it be like this?

“… She talks a lot about what she wants to do.”

Einstein took one look at Arya and smiled softly.
It was the kind of smile that only lovers were allowed to show, so it wasn’t shown to me.

“That’s right, Arya would do it.”

Somehow, she felt bad.
The reason was that she knew very little about herself.
Damn dude

* * *

The fatigue is over.
People either scattered or gathered in groups of threes and threes and began to return.

A landscape covered with a thick curtain of night.
I was just about to stand up, hoping to go back soon.

“Makarov, would you like some more?”

That was an obvious recommendation.
Did she say Azazel Anade?

The girl in a pretty dress stared at herself with her calm face.
Is it because of curiosity, or is it the playfulness unique to women?
She was confident that she would be fine either way.

Because it was really sad.
I don’t even know what I’m missing.

“If the other person wants me to be okay too.”

She smiled with moderately flushed cheeks.
As she watched it, she instinctively felt it.
You’re drunk, this guy.

“You’re fine, well.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t a very important conversation.
It’s not like poetry, and the words to pass the time were the main thing.
To put it mildly, this is closer to Azazel’s complaint.

Not much time has passed.
Azazel hiccupped and gave a grim smile.
Now anyone could tell that she was drunk.

“Ah, it suits you so well. Two people.”

Shall we call it a drunken talk?
I felt envy in her that couldn’t possibly be false.

The problem was that she had said it before.
She nailed that point herself.

“… Isn’t that what she said earlier?”

Azazel’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What! So you’re saying I’m bored?”

Back!
The girl with her high-pitched voice seemed to have no self-restraint.
With what kind of logic can we derive such an answer?

“… Miss Azazel, you look very tired.”

“Ugh, I don’t like it. Unnie and Einstein all know only themselves.”

She grumbled, opening her little mouth.
She raises her glass as if she is determined to drink another glass of wine.

“Come on, you’d better stop drinking.”

I took the glass she was holding.
It’s because I heard that it’s not good to make you get drunk here.
However, did the antipathy also work?

“What are you! Take mine away! Even if you don’t, you’ll just be taken away, eh!”

A girl staggering and bumping into her body.
Wouldn’t it be more like a drunk than a wizard?

“Drunk a lot. Miss Azazel.”

“Don’t take it away! Mine! It’s mine!”

I was in no condition to listen to her.
I sighed, raised my holy power, and concocted a spell.

“… Uh? Ugh, ugh.”

Azazel’s eyelids, like those of a raging bull, slowly closed.
It’s not an unusual number.

It is simply a method of relieving muscle tension and stiffness that leads to sleep.
There was also a vocal method that made you wake up, but it didn’t make you wake up for nothing.
It’s because it seems that even Azazel, who has come to her senses, is likely to go wild.

In the meantime, he was the one who grasped Azazel’s human form.
Still, her actions weren’t entirely incomprehensible.
Said to have been stolen.

Somehow I sympathized.
Wasn’t she herself too?

She longed for Arya, envied her, and adored her.
She fell in love at the same time, but she had to give up her heart before she realized the thread of the feeling.
Because it was ‘he’, not herself, who got her out of her hell.

Sticky.
It’s the feeling that her chest is tightening and stuffy.
Whoa, I calmed down a bit as I was breathing.

“… Everything is bad, only I am unhappy.”

Are you still awake?
She looked up at Azazel, startled, but she only let out her breath.
You were talking in your sleep.

‘… Anyway, what should I do with this person?’

I wanted to leave it as it is, but Azazel’s weak side made a part of her heart ache.
She was very strong at first, and I thought she was a person without cases, but after a few conversations, she found out that she wasn’t.

She also knew that she was a person who valued Aria and Einstein’s happiness more than she thought.
She was a good person both subjectively and objectively.

Was it like that?
She didn’t want to leave Azazel here alone.
So, isn’t that too pitiful?

Eventually, she herself picked her up and stood up from her seat.
It was a light body.

Would you say it feels like having a baby?
Just in time, Arya, who was walking around, called out to see if she had spotted us about to leave.

“Oh my, when were the two of you like that?”

Looking at her, the corners of her eyes were twisted.
I laughed bitterly.

“It is a misunderstanding. Because Miss Azazel drank too much…”

“Did Azazel do that? She is a child who tries not to show her weakness in front of others.”

“… It sounds like you had a hard time.”

Did you notice my resentful gaze?
Aria smiled shyly and brushed my forehead.

“Makarov, can you do me a favor?”

“I see.”

“Aren’t you going to ask what it is? It may be an unreasonable request for our saint.”

“Anything you say, I will do. That’s the atonement I can make…”

I couldn’t speak any further.
Because Arya’s index finger covered my lips on hers.

“I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault, is it? Besides, I am very happy right now.”

“… But.”

“Take good care of Azazel. Even if I tried to comfort you, it would be a fake.”

“Is that enough?”

“Yes. That’s it.”

Haha
Since she was a boy herself, her insight into her surroundings is outstanding Aria.
There was no way he didn’t know what condition Azazel was in.
She just closed her eyes and avoided it.

“You knew. Miss Azazel is having a hard time.”

“Yes, I know, but I turned away. Am I being selfish?”

“…”

I couldn’t answer.
In fact, he must have felt that way.
Arya is selfish.

She grinned.
It was a fresh smile that smelled like spring.

“You can be selfish, but it’s okay, because Ain told her. So I decided to follow.”

There was no shade on her face.
Bright, sunny

Only then did I realize
Arya is no longer bound by the past.

“You have changed.”

“There is no one who does not change. So, will you listen to my request?”

She casually spilled her Azazel, leaning her face on her own shoulder.
She frowns as if she’s having a nightmare, and sees the girl with her mouth shut.
She sighed.

“There’s no way I won’t listen to you.”

Arya let out her laugh and stroked my hair.

“Ahaha, he’s a good kid. Makarov.”

She had no fond memories of her past.
The past to erase if you want to erase it.
It’s a past I don’t want to go back to.

Yourself though.
For Makarov, it was an act of nostalgia for the past.

“… I am no longer a child, neither am I.”

“You are a child in my eyes.”

Yes.
Perhaps it was this kind of helplessness that Azazel felt.
I fully sympathized with that feeling.