Chapter 190 – Side Story – Later Story (Azazel)
There was more silence than before.
The reason is obvious.
‘Cause the night is deep
Even while staying at Azazel’s house.
Who stays?
I stay
A man named Makarov.
‘… Why did I accept At first glance, it was a joke.’
In my field of vision is a red-haired girl who wiggles her fingers and glances at me.
No, is there anything wrong with calling her a girl?
‘Because they say he’s slightly older than me.’
If so, I would like you to at least show your respect as an elder.
If I’m restless like that, my heart boils over here for no reason.
‘I heard that the age difference between Arya and her isn’t that big.’
Somehow I feel like taking care of her sister rather than a sister.
I shook my head.
… It would be rude to compare Azazel and Arya like this.
Anyway, with all her heart, I decided to try to figure out the meaning of her words, her intentions, that she stayed.
‘Do you want to wait a little longer?’
To take it literally, she doesn’t want me to leave.
Why?
For what reason does a woman named Azazel hold onto me?
She has nothing in mind.
Do you have anything to say?
What do you have to say?
She categorically never did anything wrong or wrong to her.
At most, it was just a companion or a little practical joke.
Morally, kangi swears to God that there is not even a single point.
Could it be that I did something wrong?
It’s wrong
My head got complicated.
Even if I search my memory, I can’t find anything I want to do.
I’m more anxious because I don’t know, because it’s a question.
It is said that women are more angry at the indifferent attitude of their husbands.
Even Azazel, who is easy-going and cool, is a woman.
If she catches the pod, she may be in distress for a while.
‘But, her attitude is too stiff for me to have done anything wrong.’
Look at it now
Gestures creaking like an under-greased wind-up doll.
The stupid look of missing a teacup.
Some kind of stupid attitude, etc.
He makes a series of minor mistakes that would normally not be visible.
Maybe it wasn’t me who was at fault, it might have been someone else’s fault.
Did she do something she couldn’t do to me?
Unfortunately, there is nothing to pin down here either.
‘What is it, really?’
… Uhm, unless I’m doing something wrong.
So let’s think about it from a different perspective.
Could it be that he said it metaphorically because he regretted my departure?
Azazel with her clear self-subjection?
Under.
No way.
Azazel is a person who has clear expressions such as liking it if you like it and disliking it if you don’t like it.
A person with firm likes and dislikes and clear expression of opinion shows such a sloppy attitude?
That’s a strange thing, a strange thing.
That much I could be sure of.
That’s because the person I’ve seen so far is Azazel.
… Well, yes.
I’ve seen enough to be proud of knowing Azazel.
As I sat there with a proud heart, Azazel looked at me again.
There was no way I could remain unconcerned with that obvious action.
How can I not notice when he shows such blatantly suspicious behavior?
What to do at a time like this
If it was Mr. Einstein, he would have made a head-on breakthrough.
What’s the matter, tell me.
Unfortunately, not my way.
‘Cause I’m not that brave
So I’ll go my own way.
“Miss Azazel.”
“Yes, yes!”
It’s an honorific word that doesn’t fit.
What prank is this guy really planning?
… I started to get a little scared.
“It is late.”
“That, right?”
It was really strange to hear Azazel’s honorific words.
So I was scolded for holding back my laughter.
I continued speaking while enduring the spontaneous shaking of my shoulders.
“Then shall we have a meal?”
“Poem, meal? It’s good, but I don’t eat well at night…”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a bed, so I want to do something.”
Her red eyes widened like a squirrel finding sunflower seeds.
“Makarov cooks?”
Contrary to the initial reaction of not liking it, it gave off a nuance of anticipation.
If that’s the case, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to repay those expectations.
“Yes. I know how to make a normal home-cooked meal.”
“… Yes?”
Azazel bit the poke I threw.
* * *
It wasn’t until my father was kicked out of the Cardinal that I learned how to cook.
I didn’t learn it because of a particularly grand mission.
The reason is really simple.
Because I had to live alone.
Other than that, I did everything I could on my own.
My transition from a cardinal’s son to a criminal’s son was not so easy.
It was not a light crime, but a crime involving a saint who could be said to be the face of eroticism.
Even with the direct protection of the saintess, Aria, it was natural that the eyes of the people around her were not good.
Also, she wasn’t in a position to stay with the sex-aegyo sect forever and protect me.
Because the saintess had to go on a journey to defeat the demon lord with the hero.
She hadn’t worn out her shame enough to ask the victim to protect her.
In any case, the fence called the cardinal, the parent, rotted and burned.
All that remains is the soil that has been devastated to ashes.
In that soil, I had to bloom.
Whether it’s rotten fruit or halfway fruit.
It was a thing of the past.
All the cold winds in the world seemed to be heading towards me.
There is no one to protect me
I had to stand alone.
I’ve seen all sorts of human figures.
Dazzling others with a sweet tongue and stabbing them in the back is a common occurrence.
He endured openly hateful stares.
‘The rotten cardinal’s son.’
‘The trash family that harassed the saintess.’
‘A criminal who is disgusting just by looking at him.’
Primary criticism.
There was no excuse or complaint about this.
What can I say in the right words.
That’s what my father did.
The sin was so great that I had to bear it alone.
It wasn’t that there was no resentment, but nothing changed even if I got angry and fought.
Patiently endured
He had to cut away and turn away from his normal self.
As a result, many things have changed.
I am no longer what I used to be.
The boy who respected the saintess and was obsessed with religion was buried in the dust of the past.
The only thing left is an ugly Seung-nyang who is tired of a society like Seung-nyang.
It was definitely not what I was hoping for.
It would be really miserable if you showed me in the past.
Looking back.
When I met Arya as a child, she was always alone and had a gloomy expression.
Could this be the pain she went through?
No.
If it was worse, it would have been worse, but it wouldn’t have been possible.
Only the person involved knows how hard it is.
Only the parties will know.
Life isn’t that easy either.
Still, sometimes it’s comforting to think of you who endured and overcame that suffering.
Trees blown away by the wind and rocks melted by rainwater.
You, too, have endured hardships and journeys.
Didn’t you hold out in the end?
I can do it too.
I have to do it to live
‘… There were times when I thought about it. It’s not a very pleasant speculation.’
Whoa, he let out a sigh and looked down.
In no time, the dish was ripe.
I take out a ladle and watch the chicken stew simmering.
The thick broth and moderately salty and light taste are excellent.
The taste is also good.
I want to eat it with cold bread.
The smell is okay too.
Looking back, I saw Azazel with saliva dripping from her mouth.
It must be like a timid puppy waiting for food.
What a shy puppy.
It’s kind of a strange metaphor, but I don’t think there’s a metaphor like that.
Lively.
An optical illusion is seen on the side of Azazel’s buttocks where an invisible tail wags.
… I guess I’m tired too.
I began to bring to the table a pot of chicken stew, crusty rye bread, and vegetables washed under running water.
Azazel didn’t just stare blankly.
Tableware, bowls, and other things were carefully prepared.
Looking at it, I spit out a word.
“Aren’t you a wizard?”
I didn’t mean why not prepare with magic.
In the first place, wizards consider it taboo to use magic for such trivial things.
Prior to that, there are a lot of people who tend to regard things like lyrics as insignificant.
So that was the intent of my question.
That’s what it means to help.
“It’s because I don’t like it when I see you preparing alone, why? And what does the orderer say?”
If other wizards heard it, they spit out things that would be frightening.
I think this is the unique taste of Azazel.
“Miss Azazel is very unique.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“It’s a compliment.”
Huh, exclamation of soprano tone echoes.
“You know, Makarov thinks I’m an idiot who can’t tell the difference between sarcasm and sincerity?”
“It’s a sincere compliment, but seeing that you can’t tell the difference, you think you’re an idiot…”
Kwajik.
The tableware Azazel was holding bent in a strange direction.
It wasn’t because of brute strength, but because her mana was fluctuating.
“It’s a really cunning tongue. I’m afraid I’ll pull it out.”
It was a harsh word, but it did not break his spirit.
It’s because she’s been with her for a while, and she’s already gone through this childish fight.
“Are you going to overturn this?”
Azazel’s focus shifted anxiously as I wiggled the pot in my hand.
“Hey, hey! That, you made that with so much effort!”
His voice became urgent as if he was quite hungry.
Seeing her bewildered, something stirred in her heart.
Would you say tickling, or would you say your mood is uplifted?
… I feel creepy and dangerous.
“Originally, the world doesn’t give all the rewards for trying.”
“You, you! That, stop it, stop it, stop it!”
Stop, stop
To put it that desperately, it is human psychology that makes you want to do more.
But if that happens, things will get out of hand.
The joke is appropriate here.
Teouk.
He lowered the pot on the table and smiled.
“Are you surprised? I really can’t do that, can I?”
“… Get pissed off.”
A face of genuine resentment.
Look at that naive woman
Cute i’m dying
When you stand in front of her, she is filthy and has a dark inside, and she becomes infinitely ashamed of herself.
So maybe she’s being more cautious.
Did she say that she was silent?
She didn’t want to dye Azazel her own colors.
She was satisfied with that if she could exist as a cheerful and lively Azazel.
“Come on before it gets cold. It will be delicious.”
“Fuck.”
“I am not a person who talks empty words.”
“That’s right, because you are a saint.”
Azazel scooped the thick soup with her spoon and put it in her mouth.
The response to the food was stark.
Her eyes widen, and she rolls her hands, a small blush appearing on her face.
It was a positive response.
It would be polite to ask even though you know everything.
“How is it?”
“… The chicken stew is so good that it pisses me off even more.”
You have a lot to be angry about.
I laughed outright.
The atmosphere was a little more relaxed.
