Chapter 188 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)
A wizard’s morning is monotonous.
It was only natural that he had to lead a regular life in order to adjust his mana more efficiently.
Azazel had to lead an ordinary life today as well.
It would have been possible if he hadn’t drank so much that he was drunk last night.
Tweet.
As the sparrows outside chirped, the mind entered a state of awakening step by step.
How long has it been since you woke up from a bird’s cry?
When the time came, my body would wake up on its own.
When did the sun rise?
It’s bright too
She lifted her heavy eyelids to see the familiar ceiling.
The temperature of the cold floor was also felt well.
‘How did you arrive home safely?’
It’s a fault if it’s scattered on the floor, but it’s a fault, but it’s somewhere that I came home in a state of greeting.
Just as she was admiring her homing instinct, she had a headache.
“Oh, it’s the head.”
She pressed her forehead, which was aching from her hangover, and lifted her torso, letting out a sigh.
The atrocities and indecent acts she had inflicted on Makarov the day before appeared in her mind.
“Ah.”
Embarrassed.
It’s embarrassing.
She had an excellent memory at times like this, and she was resentful of herself.
Am I a wizard?
Why are you acting so stupid?
Lee Seong, who returned belatedly, incited a sense of self-doubt.
No matter how emotionally shaken you are.
What did you say to someone you never met?
Oh I really want to die
‘See you later.’
What do you see later?
If I see you again, I think I’ll die of shame.
“… Ugh, I guess I hope he forgets, or I hope he said it lightly.”
Yes.
Why do you have that
The words that came out of your mouth to have a meal sometime.
He must have said that with that intention.
It will.
It should be.
Otherwise, the next time we meet, I think I’ll die of embarrassment.
* * *
Several days have passed since then.
It was a time zone between breakfast and lunch.
Smart smart
There was a knock.
I wanted to be who.
The barriers were tightly set up, and the number of people who would visit them could be counted on one hand.
The research was finished, and the curiosity about the visitor was stirred, so I opened the door with magic.
“Hello.”
Neat attire.
Blonde hair as bright as sunlight and golden eyes that contained that light.
Saint Makarov sent a gentle smile.
It was a tall figure that left me stunned.
It’s enough to make the hearts of many women flutter with just a mug.
Sexual aegyo is to choose saints and saints in order of appearance, the same blasphemous thought shook her head.
So, the response was delayed by a beat.
“Uh, huh?”
A deviance has occurred.
So-called beepsari.
I really want to die.
“Are you busy?”
My insides are shaking in a mess, but Makarov doesn’t have any agitation.
It’s like a disgusting guy.
“… It’s not really like that.”
“I’m glad then. If you had come to visit me when you were busy, you would have caused such a disrespect.”
I didn’t know how to react.
Originally, life doesn’t go as we want, but I think this is a bit malicious.
“But why are you on the porch?”
“Didn’t I tell you last time…”
Bang!
I slammed the door hard enough to make a loud noise.
I don’t care if the other person is surprised or not.
Because I’m more surprised
Thump thump.
My heart started racing as if I had seen the most terrible thing in the world.
Oh, I’m not very organized.
The accident messed up.
My reasoning was completely confused.
Can’t calm down
She ran her fingers through his hair.
What is it
What is it, really?
I feel like my brain is melting
Let’s calm down
Even self-indicating.
I am OK.
I’m really fine.
I’m really fine
I…
Smart.
The heartless knocking sound stops my breathing.
Cold sweat dripping from his stiff body.
The corners of his lips quivered.
It’s okay what’s okay
Not okay at all
I said with the door closed, desperately clearing my trembling voice.
“Hey, Mr. Makarov. I don’t remember ever telling you where I live.”
“I did some research.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t we promise to see you again?”
No, I don’t think it’s usually just going over with what you’ve done.
What do you take so seriously?
Even if you are good at acting, you have to be moderately good.
It’s embarrassing.
“I wish I could have thought it was just empty talk. Did you take that seriously?”
“Was it empty?”
Hold on.
It was a half sentence that made me shut my mouth.
“… It’s not like that.”
“Then, please open this door first.”
“… Um, what is the purpose?”
“I just came to have a conversation.”
“Don’t you have any friends?”
The curse came out naturally.
Even saying this, I felt sorry for him.
Wouldn’t that be too rude?
“Yes, unfortunately, I don’t have anyone to talk to.”
Accepting it so docilely, the sharp reaction on the other side had no choice but to be dampened.
“That, that’s not okay.”
“So will you be my companion, Miss Azazel?”
Wouldn’t it be a little rude to refuse such a polite request?
That, and first of all, since the original version looks pretty good, it’s not a very losing proposition.
At some point, she was confident that she was steadily rationalizing.
* * *
“… Oh.”
The woman who heard Azazel’s story spat out a low exclamation.
With the eyes of a seungnyang who found an interesting prey.
Perhaps feeling her marked stare, Azazel twisted her brow and stammered at her words.
“What, what is it? What about those eyes? You were the one who asked what was going on.”
“Do you think spring is coming to Azazel too?”
The woman’s name is Arya Rameld.
She smiled softly as she was once a saint, now an ordinary woman.
“My, my subject, what is spring?”
“Why? Our Azazel is so cute. If I had been a man, I would have eaten her.”
It was Aria who caressed both cheeks.
I wanted to throw my hands away and shoot, but the opponent is the opponent.
Instead of getting angry, Azazel only stuck out his lips like a duck.
“Thank you tearfully for telling me that you are like a child, sister.”
“Why did Azazel grow so horny?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t be mad at the mean sister who didn’t even contact me because she was so broken because she was a newlywed…”
Arya took Azazel into her arms.
Azazel, buried in her voluminous breasts, was unable to utter a word.
Could this be motherhood?
“I’m sorry about that. Now that she has a child, she is out of her mind.”
“Oh, kid?”
Aria slowly caressing her own belly at Azazel’s words.
Her face looked happier than anyone else in the world.
“Yes. A child of me and Ain.”
“Oh, when did you come from?”
“I don’t know, I only found out a few days ago.”
“No. A rough guess can be made…”
“I don’t know.”
Arya turned her head.
Azazel put on an expression that she had caught the case.
“Eheh, you can’t even guess because you’re fighting every day and night, right? Ugh, Keumseul is good too.”
“He-he is dissatisfied, so what can I do?”
“Good job, really. Why don’t you just fuck me all day?”
“… Lol.”
“… Did you really?”
“… Ehehe.”
How desperate is that man.
Azazel gulped down her saliva and shook her head.
“… Ah, it’s a pretty face after all, but don’t smile like a slob.”
“Hey, what do you do with something so good?”
“Hey, that’s good. How good is this Punsu-unnie?”
“How could you not like it? The love between me and him has come to fruition.”
Azazel bombarded her with questions, her eyes shining as if she was angry.
“So what’s the kid’s name? Are you a man? Is it a girl? How does it feel to have a baby in your belly? Is it just weird?”
“Huh, let’s talk about that later when Azazel is a bit older.”
“Look, sister. Am I a decent adult too?”
“That’s right, but shouldn’t we tell you about Makarov, who will stand by Azazel’s side?”
Cheek.
A sound close to her scream came from Azazel’s mouth.
“Who, who. Me and Makarov? What kind of weird misunderstandings are you just talking about!”
“Is it really so? It seems like they’ve only been talking about Makarov lately.”
It was a straight line.
As she was, she had nothing to argue with Azazel.
“Eok, don’t try to weave it together, you sister with a pink brain!”
“The brain is originally pink, right?”
“I meant love brain! Or rather, how does her sister know that her brain is pink?”
“What about Azazel?”
“It’s me, so you know… It’s not, you’re talking again!”
Arya smiled softly and then formed a spire with her hands.
It would not be an illusion that the atmosphere had changed completely.
“Back on topic, what do you want to ask Azazel about?”
“What, what?”
“That’s a face with something I want to ask.”
Arya’s face showed a strange look.
Is this the glow of someone who jumped into the love front first?
Azazel wiggled her fingers and put her in a hurry.
“That, there it is. Sister.”
“Yes. I am listening.”
“Sister, how did you confess?”
“He did it first for me.”
“… What is that? It doesn’t help at all.”
“I wanted to confess first, but at that time I couldn’t love myself. So I couldn’t muster up the courage. So she said he loved me instead of me.”
Seeing Aria’s eyes wide open, Azazel clicked her tongue.
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
“Azazel.”
“Why.”
“You’re worried, of course. It’s scary to be rejected by the person you love. Nothing will be as cruel as that. But that’s it. If we don’t bump into each other, we can’t even confirm each other’s feelings. I mean, I can’t convey the sorrowful feelings you have.”
“… Did I mention I confessed?”
“Then isn’t it?”
“…”
“Aren’t you sorry? Are you suppressing those feelings like this?”
Maybe.
Azazel rose from her seat.
Then she stuck out her tongue, pulling down the flesh under her eyes with her index finger.
“You think it’s love at will, you fool! I-I was just asking because I was curious!”
“It is better not to do anything you will regret. As Azazel knows.”
She was an older sister who only spoke the right words until the end.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll go first.”
“Do you have any appointments?”
“I decided to meet Makarov.”
Arya also stood up from her seat.
Azazel naturally looked up at her.
“Azazel, my sweet little sister. Let me give you one piece of advice.”
“Advice?”
Arya motioned for her to come closer.
Azazel approached her with her trot.
Before long, Arya whispered secretly.
“If there is a man you really want to keep by your side, stamp it as yours.”
“Stamp?”
“Yes, seal. I did.”
“What is that?”
Arya smiled softly.
“I mean attack.”
