Chapter 33 – The Witch (1)
The hero and the saint lived happily ever after.
If this story were a fairy tale, most of them would end in this way, but reality, unfortunately, continues to prolong without a cool ending.
Yes.
Continues, continues, continues.
Continue until the main character dies.
It was an inconvenient reality.
Still, Arya wasn’t so pessimistic.
If I walked alone before, I will walk with Ain from now on.
If she was traveling with him, even this dreadful road would look a little different.
It’s an optimistic observation, but whatever.
Just having Ain by her side dispels all negative assumptions.
Wouldn’t she be okay with anything if she was with him?
‘I’m seriously ill too.’
Arya, with the help of her two men, was able to end her unfortunate situation.
Ain protected Arya from the clutches of Cardinal Mallow, Bishop Ronin, and others.
Makarov blatantly accused them of their tyranny and made them receive a just punishment.
The methods of the two were different.
However, the two of them did their best to protect Arya.
There was no disagreement on that point.
She has been greatly favored.
She couldn’t afford to repay the favor right away, but she didn’t feel impatient.
As you live, an opportunity to help will come someday.
So until then, let’s live with gratitude to the two people who freed her from her despair.
No, let’s always be thankful as long as life goes on.
Let’s tell the goddess of sexual love so that these precious feelings don’t fade.
“Again, stupid face.”
Arya heard her man’s sarcastic voice.
The owner of the voice is Astein, a man affectionately called Ain.
“How is my face?”
“You have a pretty face, but should I tell you that your expression is stupid?”
She was more concerned about being called pretty than being called stupid.
How could you say such embarrassing words with such a calm face?
I want to be iron-faced.
“… I hate you, Ain.”
“When you make that face, most of the time you think of useless delusions.”
Not at all.
How can expressing gratitude to you be a useless delusion?
Aria lowered the corner of her mouth and raised her eyebrows.
“No.”
Ain shook her hand.
“Not even a puck.”
It was a petty quarrel.
Arya found even this argument friendly.
Ain frowned at her as she smiled unconsciously.
“Hasn’t your head gotten worse because you’ve been through too much?”
As Ain said, she has been through a lot.
To briefly list the events, the pope, who was bystander, personally bowed her head and apologized, announced the fact that Ain had been recognized by the holy sword, and cardinals and bishops were severely punished through due process.
Other than that, there were minor happenings, but now it’s a good story.
Wouldn’t this be an ideal ending?
Organizing her thoughts, Aria smiled at her eyes and stared at her child.
“That’s right, she became a fool who could only think of Ain.”
A smile as bright as a flower in full bloom.
Ain rarely blushed and closed her mouth.
It was only to be sunk by Arya’s counter punch.
“… Why, why don’t you refute?”
Aria, seeing his embarrassing reaction, felt ashamed of herself.
Her son held her in her arms and bit her earlobe.
“Hehe.”
“I think I was properly seduced by Aria.”
Uh, what a temptation.
I didn’t mean to say that.
Arya couldn’t contain her embarrassment.
“Ah, ain, yeo, yeo, this is in the carriage… ?”
Arya, whose face turned red like pomegranate grains, stammered and slapped Astein’s body.
The reason she couldn’t push it away was because his arms were very comfortable, and she had no other intentions.
Maybe.
“What do you like, don’t you like it?”
“… No, I don’t hate it, but Ma, the coachman will stop by.”
“You don’t really care?”
Ain’s face came closer.
Arya’s heart beat so violently that it was crushed.
“No, that’s right. I-I’m fine, I’m fine.”
She quietly closed her eyes, sticking out her torso and head.
It was the attitude of wanting to kiss you.
It is Ain who has the personality to see the end once it catches fire.
At this rate, we’ll be having a steamy affair in the carriage.
Despite knowing it, she didn’t resist.
If he wanted to, she was Arya, willing to let her body go wherever she was.
“Dummy.”
Damn
It was a night that made the back of her nose tingle.
Arya pinched the bridge of her nose, stinging her tears.
“Auuuuu00uuuuuh
“Can you do it here?”
When she opened her closed eyes, she saw a smiling Ain.
I hate this man.
He jerked and tried to turn her head, but he grabbed Arya’s chin.
“Hey, let this go.”
“I don’t want others to see my disheveled side.”
It was a word with a strong desire for exclusivity, but there was no sweeter word for Arya, who lacked self-esteem.
“… Are you going to do it tonight?”
“You think you won’t?”
After the relationship developed, the two brought a strong relationship every single day.
As is the case with men and women of prime age.
“… Aww.”
At Ain’s words, Aria imagined herself being crushed under him.
She imagined herself in a lewd way spontaneously bursting out with pleasure.
Boom, I shook my head.
It must have been an overly stimulating imagination, so my body felt hot.
Arya bites her lower lip and looks up at her child.
When Ain saw her, she must have seemed a bit dissatisfied.
“Okay, I’ll stop teasing you.”
Of course, Arya was surprised by his remarks.
“Do I look angry? I am not like that at all!”
“Then keep playing with me?”
Arya lowered her eyes and said quietly.
“… Yes.”
“Her.”
He reacted with enthusiasm.
Silence came after a really long time.
It wasn’t that unpleasant silence.
After a while, Ain opened her mouth.
It wasn’t a joking tone, it was an infinitely serious atmosphere.
“Aria. Is it really okay for her to be a saint?”
Ain asked as if he was worried.
He was such a lovely and unbearable Aria.
“It’s a choice I made, Ain.”
The pope gave her a word that if she didn’t like the priesthood, she could return it.
It was even acknowledged that there was no disadvantage to this.
However, as Arya, she felt that there was no merit in the act, so she refused.
Rather than being an ordinary girl, wouldn’t she be able to help her subhuman with her title of saint?
In the future journey with Ain, the position of ‘saint’ will be useful in many ways.
She just didn’t want to give up because she was uncomfortable.
Ain stroked Aria’s head, probably feeling that determination.
“Tell me whenever you have a hard time.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Arya smiled hard and looked at her child.
“Sure, Ain. I can’t stand it.”
She didn’t ask what was hard for her to bear.
Ain already knew.
Her aria’s body leaned against him.
Rumble, rumble.
The carriage rocked greatly.
Arya felt her dreaded migraine attack.
It was a sign of motion sickness.
She asked Ain.
“Should I invite the coachman to stop her carriage?”
“No, I have to get used to it. Instead… , Can you hold her hand?”
Ain took her hand right away.
It was two to three times bigger than Arya’s.
“Lol.”
Arya let out her silly laugh and she took his hand.
The two were heading for the Ascendio Mountains again.
* * *
Azazel Anade.
She has been called a magical genius since childhood.
With just a few glances, she realized the magic formula, and she was able to operate it according to her own taste.
She may have had a bloody side, but it was also true that she had an unusual talent.
So they were busy praising her Azazel.
To people, it must have felt like the incarnation of a dragon called magic manipulation.
Indeed, Azazel felt a terrible boredom and boredom.
Humans are inherently complex and cumbersome creatures, so even if it was too easy, it was a problem, and if it was too difficult, it was a problem.
Azazel Anaid, who was constantly praised and admired, suddenly became bothered by everything.
So, without hesitation, she let go of her hand.
Whether it’s the faction she cultivated, the mage tower, research, whatever.
It was the lack of interest.
Days were wasted meaninglessly like that.
A life close to no stimulation.
It was enough to make Azazel forget the liveliness of her life.
Then one day.
Meeting that rude hero at the call of the kingdom.
In fact, as Azazel, she had no desire to go on her adventure with the hero.
Isn’t it?
She is a warrior or demon king who is worse than herself anyway.
What does arguing with each other have to do with you?
It was the moment I opened my mouth to deny it.
‘Not required.’
Those were the first words of the hero, Einstein.
Ignored?
Is this me?
Azazel felt her faint heat penetrate her head.
A guy with no arrogance.
So Azazel provoked Einstein.
‘Even if I don’t have a hero like this chaff, can I defeat the demon king by myself?’
It is the nuance of having a big fight.
Einstein, he was a man who never backed down.
She immediately responded to her provocation.
‘It’s unfortunate, I thought I could catch the Demon King without someone like you.’
‘Are you cocky, warrior? Shall we compete for supremacy?’
‘I’ll regret it.’
The Dalian that was accomplished like that.
The result ended with Azazel’s crushing defeat.
It was a record first loss.
‘It’s weak.’
The warrior’s words stuck in his ears.
It was the first time I heard that it was weak.
Until now, no one had beaten her, whether it was a swordsman, a wizard, or a priest.
You should have been broken too.
Should have been broken
Why?
It must have been from then.
What caused Azazel Anid to chase after the hero?
She scratched her head nervously.
‘Why aren’t they here?’
A small girl with red eyes and lush red hair.
Azazel sat down at her table and stamped her feet with an overbearing force.
She was deeply dissatisfied with the current situation.
It was because the person I wanted to see was not in this town.
She said, ‘I heard she hunts monsters in the Ascendio Mountains.’
No matter how much he searched, his mana was not even detected.
I tried to find out, but it seemed that he had left for quite some time.
So it was weird
‘Due to the nature of that monster lover, the monster’s Mr. Must have dried everything up before leaving?’
There’s no way that toxic bastard could make an exception.
It’s because he’s a jintobaegi idiot who insists that good monsters are dead monsters.
If the day comes when he makes an exception for monster hunting, it will be the day the sky splits in two.
“… Hmm.”
Besides, this wasn’t the only thing that offended the girl.
The girl questioned her man, who was lying flat on the floor.
“Is what you said true?”
“What, what do you mean?”
The girl silently created an orb of flame in the air.
Don’t you understand?
It was an action with meaning.
The man, who witnessed the unrealistic sight of flames burning fiercely in the air, was frightened and poured out her words like a rapid-fire cannon.
“I really am. It has been quite a while since the bloody warrior and the bloody nun left this place.”
A bloody warrior is probably a term referring to Einstein.
His fighting style was rough, and he was often covered in monster blood.
It’s a nickname he’s often earned elsewhere, so it’s almost certain.
Azazel’s attention was focused on the bloody nun.
A bloody nun, is there anyone else like Einstein?
Azazel was not in a good mood.
Just thinking about it makes his head dizzy.
Her intuition also set off alarm bells.
“So who is the Bloody Sister?”
“This is a beautiful nun who accompanies the bloody warrior.”
Beautiful nun?
Why is Einstein with such a woman?
“What kind of bitch are you hanging out with?”
If there was a frozen flame, would it be like this?
Azazel’s red eyes burned coldly.
“That, I don’t know…”
“I didn’t ask you, so shut up.”
Right.
As she snapped her fingers, her man, who had been snuggling up from her floor, flew pathetically and crashed into her wall.
Azazel was about to think of her, biting her nails.
Profit.
The door is open.
“… Have you seen any passengers?”
Familiar bass.
Familiar attire.
Familiar face.
The man I was looking for so desperately.
It was Einstein.
“Oh, ouch…”
As if her unpleasant feelings had subsided, Azazel tried to speak lively.
“Since it’s an inn, wouldn’t it be natural to have guests?”
There was a person by his side.
She was also a very pretty woman.
What is this?
Azazel felt her dress twist.
My stomach ached like someone with appendicitis.
As they entered the inn, their eyes met.
The nun showed a puzzled look, and her hero sent a look in his eyes that something bothered him.
What are those eyes
Why do you look at me like that
“Tell me how this happened, Einstein.”
Azazel opened her axe eye and questioned her man.
Einstein opened his mouth slowly.
“Do you need to know?”
It was a cold word.
