Chapter 189 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)
“Miss Azazel?”
“Uh, huh?”
“Are you having any problems?”
“What, problem? No, no, no!”
Makarov, who was watching Azazel closely, sighed.
“You’re telling obvious lies.”
Did you hear it too?
Azazel answered without changing her complexion.
“Huh. My, what are you going to do if I say there is no problem?”
“I just hope it’s not a big deal. Miss Azazel is surprisingly the type to keep things inside.”
“How do you know I am that type of person?”
“If I mentioned the last time I was upset, it would be obvious that I would get more upset. What should I do?”
Look at this
It is an art to slowly turn and peel.
Azazel, with blue veins protruding from her forehead, struck back with a stern tone.
“You mentioned it just now. Little Makarov.”
Little Makarov.
It was not a pleasant title for Makarov.
Because it was a word that reminded me of the powerless days.
No good words could come out of Makarov’s mouth, who was offended.
“Little Miss Azazel must have been quite a mess.”
Little Azazel.
It was a nickname that pierced her complex.
Azazel thought that there was a huge difference between calling Makarov, who was tall and tall, a kid, and calling her shorty self a kid, so she bit her lips with twin wicks in her eyes.
“What, let’s try it?”
As Azazel’s mana overflowed, Makarov’s holy power rose as if against him.
“I’m not afraid to meet me.”
“Huh. I trembled all the pretending to be nice and decent. With her unmasked, who would have thought it would look like this?”
“Wouldn’t it be better than someone who pretended to be big-hearted on the outside, but was stuffy on the inside?”
Tooth support.
If an electric current flowed through the line of sight, it was a snowball fight to the extent that I wondered if this area would have become an electric current zone.
However, the end of this quarrel always ended with Makarov’s surrender.
“… Sorry. I was very talkative. If you still have concerns, please feel free to tell us. We have a relationship that can be called friends, isn’t it?”
The tone of worrying about yourself.
It’s not Azazel who won’t notice this.
That’s why I can’t say it all the more, does this man know?
I’m trying to confess that I like you, but I’m afraid you’ll reject me.
… How can you say
Will you like me like a saber?
Aria: Wouldn’t a chaste and elegant woman like her older sister be her preference?
What if, because of my confession, we can no longer be friends?
Just thinking about those things made her heart tighten.
I’m dying of boredom
Azazel waved her hand.
“… It’s really no big deal. But why do you ask that?”
“I asked because you had a serious face.”
“I’m sure it’s not a big deal for you to worry about.”
It was just a matter of extremely personal reasons.
Suddenly, Makarov’s bright red lips caught my eye.
When I looked at his lips, my eyes also went to his big hands, broad shoulders, and handsome appearance.
Oh
Good looks.
I didn’t know before, but why is he so handsome?
Her hair is about to be dyed pink.
He slapped his cheek in the sense of calming down.
Pair, a sound came out.
Makarov raised an eyebrow at the bizarre behavior.
“Miss Azazel?”
“Mo, there are mosquitoes.”
It was a lie that didn’t even go unnoticed.
That would be the case, why would a wizard catch mosquitoes with his hands?
There is mana and there is magic.
“Is that so.”
Makarov didn’t ask deeply, and put on a somewhat bitter expression.
He must have felt sad about the distance that Azazel created.
Looking at it, Azazel felt like her heart was breaking.
‘This is all Aria’s fault. She said that her sister was saying something stupid.’
If she hadn’t said that, she wouldn’t have been so conscious of Makarov.
As a man, as a man.
She couldn’t have
‘Put a stamp on it as yours.’
‘I mean attack.’
It was obscene, direct advice.
I understand roughly what Arya meant.
It’s probably telling her to improve her relationship so that the other woman doesn’t get caught.
Makarov’s appearance and position would make him quite popular.
That’s right.
It makes sense, and it makes sense.
However, it is Azazel who has devoted her whole life to magic.
Do you have any skillful love skills?
Sukmaek, who has never even held a man’s finger properly, could well attack her.
‘At least they taught me how to attack or even techniques… , What am I thinking.’
Azazel shook her head.
Makarov, who sees her as if she is strange.
The two headed for Azazel’s house through a quiet street.
After all, today was the day Azazel invited her Makarov to her own home.
She wouldn’t have been so agitated if Arya hadn’t blown her strange air.
“Ugh.”
Deep sigh.
Makarov’s gaze turned to Azazel.
It was an expression that said, “What’s the matter?”
With that sigh, the conversation with Makarov was cut off.
Two just walking.
Azazel, feeling awkward and going crazy, hurriedly brought up another topic.
“… Hey, but can you move without an escort? He’s an important person in the sexual aegyo cult.”
Makarov showed signs of trouble.
“… They are believers, not subordinates.”
“It is the same to be harassed, but whether it is a follower or a subordinate, that is it. So, is it okay to go alone?”
Makarov didn’t like it, but he wasn’t stupid enough to escalate the trouble by quibbling.
Also, the fact that Azazel’s condition was strange played a role, so he answered her questions obediently.
“What can’t you do? I did not come to Miss Azazel through the position of a saint. It’s a private visit. What is the reason to use someone from the church for such a thing?”
“Aren’t there a lot of people who are unique? Don’t you usually try to follow me by force?”
Makarov smiled bitterly at Azazel’s opinionated remarks.
“That’s why I refused to follow you fiercely.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t this the seat with Miss Azazel?”
“… Uh?”
What does that mean?
I wanted to ask.
But somehow my throat got stuck.
Hmm, hmm. Azazel groaned and cleared her throat.
“You, even if you don’t think much of it, people won’t think so, right?”
If people and people’s interests are right, there may be a group that takes steps to deal with the saint.
When Azazel mentioned such a case, Makarov replied without erasing his smile.
“Because I’m not weak enough to be so lightly beaten.”
Azazel’s reaction was absurd because of her rather brazen attitude.
“What did you say. It looks like it will fly away when the wind blows.”
“I admit that I don’t look manly, but it hurts me to say it out loud.”
“… Why are you angry? Then you can make fun of my appearance like before, kid.”
“Then you’re going to be really angry.”
“Perhaps.”
Who knows what it’s like to be in the form of a kid?
Why don’t you tell me that it doesn’t grow?
“It is.”
“What?”
Despite Azazel’s blunt tone, Makarov didn’t show it and responded kindly.
“I like Miss Azazel’s smile.”
“… Yes?”
“You have a beautiful smile, Miss Azazel.”
Azazel turned her head away.
She didn’t have to hide that she didn’t say anything until she got to her own house.
* * *
She invited Makarov to her house.
If I said this, it would seem that something grandiose would happen, but unfortunately, that is not the case.
If we had a trivial story like this, we would have shared it.
Actually, the trivial story is on the sluggish side.
“… Why don’t you keep your mouth shut and say something.”
“The inside is very tidy. Since you’re obviously a wizard, I thought you must be in a lot of trouble.”
“That is prejudice. In the first place, if you study with that kind of mental head, you will fail in 100 cases.”
“It is a wise statement.”
“Is that the end of your impression of coming to an unmarried woman’s house?”
Makarov’s eyes went up and down.
“… Are you an unmarried woman?”
I let out a dry laugh.
“It’s a very rude look.”
“I was thrilled and excited, can I say it this way?”
Hey, look at the sarcasm.
I replied bluntly.
“I have never asked you to tell me the feeling of being bowed down…”
“What if you’re serious?”
“Do not joke.”
“You’re right. It’s a joke.”
Makes people go crazy
Contrary to her fears, Makarov didn’t hesitate, and she didn’t feel awkward.
Is it because of such a comfortable attitude?
As if she had never felt awkward, she talked normally and acted normally.
A common daily life everywhere.
The feeling of being buried in such a daily life was not bad.
Yes.
Why do you need to be special as a lover?
This isn’t bad either.
Time flies.
The night got late.
I asked Makarov, who was sprawled on the sofa.
“Isn’t it time to go soon?”
“Oh, I see.”
He was a strangely dry-tempered guy.
“What. Don’t want to go bothered?”
He replied, rubbing his eyes as if he was tired.
“I would like to stay a little longer. It’s comfortable here.”
“Are you comfortable? Because you don’t need to notice others?”
“I think it’s because of Miss Azazel.”
“…”
“Miss Azazel?”
Are you comfortable with me?
Me too.
I feel comfortable because I have you too.
A part of my heart that was lonely and thought empty became warmer.
“Hey, Makarov.”
“Yes?”
“… I feel tired?”
“To a certain extent, yes, but I have to go. It’s a nuisance to Miss Azazel…”
“Then, then.”
Makarov quietly looks up at me.
I looked straight into that golden gaze.
Do you think it would be okay even if we weren’t lovers?
To be smug.
Not at all
He said that everyday life without Makarov would be boring.
Didn’t her sister tell you too?
If we don’t bump into each other, we can’t confirm each other’s feelings.
I decided to be very courageous.
“Would you like to stay a little longer?”
