Chapter 187 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)
It’s windy.
So I rubbed my face where I felt the warmth.
It was instinctive for someone who felt cold to seek warmth.
“… Yes.”
When Azazel opened her eyes, she saw someone’s back.
Neither big nor small
It is an appropriate climb.
She wondered if anyone she knew had a back like this.
Even with her excellent memory, no one could readily guess.
Anyway, it looks like it was picked up by someone.
Who is it?
Even after asking such a question, she got goosebumps because of the opposite sex who followed her belatedly.
A wizard is a drunkard and has no respect?
Wasn’t that the person who was able to curb his drunkenness enough?
Even if I was complacent, I was too complacent.
Shame and embarrassment poured out like water from a dam.
Her face was all hot, so I couldn’t help myself.
So she tried to pretend to sleep like this.
“Are you awake?”
This guy’s eyes are damn fast.
Hey, he must have felt everything tossing and turning, so he couldn’t hide it.
Azazel nodded her head silently, feeling that even her evasiveness was an insult to her.
“Yes. What about fatigue?”
“It is over.”
Certainly no one was out on the streets, and the sky was glowing with a dark blue moon.
I could tell from a rough glance that it was late at night.
‘My older sister must have seen everything I did when I was drunk.’
There was no ugliness like this.
The truth should be moderated, Azazel.
What is this out of shape?
“Okay.”
Azazel groaned as she stroked her hair.
The young man, Makarov, asked earnestly if he had guessed that the situation in which she was being carried was undesirable.
“Shall I drop you off?”
She was about to say, but just then, a hangover hit her head.
My brow furrowed from the throbbing headache.
“Aww.”
“Where are you sick?”
Tears welled up at the kind question.
Why are you crying
Wonderfully.
Suk-suk, I wiped her eyes with the back of her arm.
“No, I am fine.”
I tried to hold back her crying, but it was already moist eyes and vocal cords.
Even with her blurred vision and locked voice, she had no power of persuasion.
Makarov, who was staring into Azazel’s eyes, slowly opened his mouth.
“Emotions are hard to control.”
A word that might sound a bit odd.
It would have been okay to say what nonsense it was, but Azazel decided to listen to Makarov for now.
My heart just wanted to do that.
Seeing the silent Azazel, he continued to speak to her.
“The more you suppress it, the more the repulsive action is, so it’s not easy. It doesn’t even work the way I want. That’s why everyone seems to be subject to, or bound by, this emotion.”
Accurate.
That’s right.
When you see yourself hiding this feeling and coming to congratulate them, you can’t readily approach them.
It was probably her self-defensive attitude to keep Arya from noticing the jealousy she had with her self.
Azazel, who was momentarily choking on her, deliberately raised her voice in response.
“Huh, are you saying it like it’s not like that?”
“Did you see that? Not at all. Is there anything different about me?”
“Are you the same?”
“Yes.”
Azazel looked at the young man with a clean face.
Did she say that she was a saint of sexual aegyo?
A young man who will lead the church in the future.
The top of a man with such a position looked bright, showing no signs of anxiety.
“You look fine.”
“Because I’m used to hiding my feelings.”
Judging from the words I just said, does that mean that it is a well-made mask?
She seemed to have caught a glimpse of Makarov’s mental exhaustion, even if it was only a small piece.
To Azazel in the past, hiding it meant nothing different from being dishonest.
It was the mindset of hiding something because it is regrettable.
However, now she has changed.
She was at least to the extent of thinking that it was a heart that should be hidden from others.
Meeting with many of her colleagues has made her inner self mature.
Although she was normally the one who would stand her ground on whether she was on her mind or did I need to care.
Now, for some reason, I felt that this man was sad.
It’s funny.
The day will come when, as a wizard, emotions will take precedence over reason.
She tried to deny no, but her small breasts appealed to her.
I’m a pitiful man.
So she went on to say something.
Even though I didn’t have to.
“Did you like her sister?”
He didn’t gasp or gasp or flinch.
Makarov was unconcerned.
As if I hadn’t heard anything.
That’s why, because it was accepted so plainly.
Azazel could understand.
Oh, I see.
You liked it.
Her sister.
Azazel smiled mischievously, and Makarov reluctantly opened her mouth.
“Yes. Now that I think about it, it must have been love at first sight.”
“Somehow, I think I know, my heart is pounding and my breathing is quickening, isn’t it?”
“Similar. Where is that trembling?”
Azazel stared at him as he rummaged through her hazy memories.
Slowly.
“… Me too.”
It was.
I couldn’t follow her words to the end, but Azazel did the same when she saw Astein.
It wasn’t that I fell in love with her the first time we met.
It’s just that little actions piled up, and she fell in love with him.
Well, that’s all in the past.
The person he fell in love with became the husband of an older sister whom he respected and followed more than anyone else.
What’s the difference between now and now?
In that sense, the young man and himself were in the same situation, Azazel thought.
Aha.
That’s why I thought you were good.
Because it overlapped with me.
Realizing her own heart, Azazel’s eyes widened.
Seeing this, Makarov tilted his head.
“Do you have anything to say?”
What to say
A young man named Makarov didn’t have it, but he had something he wanted to tell himself in the past.
So Azazel spoke to her past self through Makarov.
“You suffered too, holding on to regrets. Was it very difficult?”
Makarov looked at Azazel with bewildered eyes.
Azazel hurriedly realized who he was talking to.
“Ah, this, this, I didn’t say this to you! It just reminded me of someone when I saw you!”
“… Ah yes.”
After that, the conversation stopped completely.
The situation itself turned awkward.
It was a strange atmosphere.
* * *
After I was able to control my body to some extent, I told Makarov to come down.
He obediently complied with my request.
After that we walked side by side.
The journey lasted longer than expected.
Not as many words were exchanged as before.
An unpleasant, awkward silence ensued.
I glanced at Makarov.
Why don’t you speak
Are you offended by what I said earlier?
Am I the only one who wants to talk more than that?
Deep down, I wanted to talk more with Makarov.
I’ve been immersed in research for the past few months, so I’ve been really sick of these casual conversations.
‘Aria’s sister and Einstein were busy with her wedding, so we couldn’t even talk a few times.’
To put it bluntly, it was incomplete combustion.
But when I openly bring up the topic, it seems like I won’t be able to say anything, so it’s okay to bring it up recklessly.
In the first place, I didn’t have the words around me to take the lead and lead the topic.
So I swallowed my saliva and searched for a topic of conversation in my head.
‘… Wrong. I don’t know what to say.’
If possible, I would like to have a smooth conversation.
What if I say it for nothing and the reaction withers?
Originally, I wasn’t bothered by that, but Makarov’s reaction from a while ago was bothering me.
Consensus is not so easily formed.
At the very least, this young priest wouldn’t be eager to talk about magic research.
Then you have to find a common denominator between the two. A common denominator?
Because of his age, he did not show interest in others.
As a result, it was impossible to know the general interest or gossip.
Just looking at the tendency right now, that’s the case.
The inner person and the outer person.
Priests and wizards.
Men and women.
Just looking at the list, there is no such contradiction, so what kind of common denominator are you looking for?
As Azazel struggled with her topic of conversation, Makarov opened her mouth.
“He looked happy.”
I was frozen for a moment.
Because he left out the subject.
But I soon understood.
I stayed blank for a moment, then nodded.
I would say Arya and Einstein.
“It was.”
“How was Miss Azazel?”
“What the heck, I was just envious.”
Because you looked happy
“Did Miss Azazel love Mr. Einstein?”
I opened my eyes wide and let out a sigh of relief.
I was caught off guard.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t know that such a question would come.
“Looking at the reaction, it seems right.”
“… What was it?”
“I love Arya, and Miss Azazel loved Mr. Einstein.”
“What do you want to say?”
“I am not very lonely. That there are people like me.”
“I had no desire to be your consolation object.”
“Didn’t Miss Azazel take me for comfort?”
“Chit.”
As long as it’s unnecessarily good.
Soon we came to a crossroads.
I looked at Makarov and nodded.
“Then go in.”
“Are you getting drunk?”
“I blew that thing up a long time ago with magic.”
“That’s good.”
Makarov leaves.
Ask inside
Can I send it like this?
Aren’t you sorry?
Does he look good enough?
He soon shook his head.
Not a year hungry for love.
I don’t want to forcefully hold it.
It was time to shake off the lingering feelings.
He turned around
Even at night, the bright blonde hair and golden eyes give off a warm feeling.
“Miss Azazel.”
“… Why.”
I tried to speak bluntly.
“See you later.”
It was not a question, an invitation, or a suggestion.
It was an affirmation.
“Her?”
He showed a straight smile as if he was in a good mood because the surprise attack was successful.
“Then I’ll see you soon.”
“Be cocky. Who met you?”
“Aren’t you going to meet me?”
“… Schedule report.”
“I hope the schedule is free.”
Makarov leaves.
My eyes were following him at some point.
… Uh.
What is this.
I feel strange.
