Chapter 36 – The Witch (4)
Bang!
The sound of the door closing resounded loudly.
Azazel Anade squeezed her old tree staff and went outside.
Aria gave a bitter smile at the sensitive response.
At first, she couldn’t understand her passionate reaction.
She didn’t know why she was angry, so it was natural.
So I thought.
What is that pretty lady so mad about?
People seem to be quick-witted, but they are not.
Whatever it is, I don’t know if I don’t tell you clearly.
So doubts arise, and doubts arise.
Love, resentment, anger, and sadness were all unclear if they were not conveyed through words.
There is a saying that you can know ten ways under water, but not one way inside people.
To put it bluntly, people sometimes convey their emotions through their actions.
Azazel, who had just left, said that.
When Aria saw her, her actions were filled with sadness and vulgarity that could not be hidden.
To whom is it the remnant of emotion?
‘It must be Ain.’
Arya noticed that Azazel’s gaze, upon her awakening, was all the way towards her child.
Even though she is so pitiful, if she casts a pitiful glance at her, even the most insensitive person will realize.
A girl named Azazel is in love with Ain.
Thinking that way, she fell in love with all of her actions.
Let’s think.
The one she loved appeared with her unknown opposite sex on her side.
What if he whispers love to the opposite sex while showing a friendly smile and gentle behavior?
Even in front of her eyes.
‘Ah.’
A dizzying vertigo hit her head.
Even though I only imagined it for a moment, her mind couldn’t boil and melted.
Even if he tried to cool down his anger, the blackened and burnt emotions did not calm down easily.
Only then did Aria sympathize with Azazel’s feelings.
I realized why she was running so crazy.
Even though she only recalled it for a short time, she seemed to be going crazy with jealousy of the opposite sex, but Azazel wondered how much she hated herself.
It must have felt like the world was collapsing.
It is natural that normal thinking is impossible.
How is it possible to have a rational conversation with someone who stole someone else’s precious thing?
Thinking backwards, Arya felt that Azazel’s inhuman behavior was justified.
And I heard her pity for her.
Perhaps, she herself took away the place where Azazel would return to.
I have to think like that.
‘… He went too far, though.’
No matter how angry you are, if you come out so aggressive, who will respond favorably?
Arya thought that Azazel was not good at expressing her feelings or relationships.
After several minutes of deep thought, Ain stabbed her in the cheek.
“Huh.”
She was an aria that reacted half a beat late to a sudden touch.
When Ain heard her scream, she laughed mischievously.
She had the best smile in her world to her.
“Sorry, I made you get involved with a strange guy.”
A large hand naturally went to Arya’s head.
Arya calmly left her head like a hamster being handled.
His hands were rough with calluses from wielding a sword and doing harsh work at the same time, but he was an Ain who controlled her strength so that she would not get sick.
She liked the rough touch and the meticulous care.
Because I knew what it was like to be valued.
She was different from men’s hands, which were scary and terrible.
“It’s not something Ain should be sorry for.”
“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been harsh with her.”
His words reminded me of Azazel’s words.
Fuck house, whore, galbo bitch.
I think all of them were sexist insults.
The funny thing is that none of those words are wrong.
“That’s not a huge mistake.”
Ain’s face turned grim at the masochistic remark.
“It’s not like you wanted to be like that.”
Arya smiled awkwardly and turned her head away.
Even if she didn’t become that way because she wanted to, isn’t it true that she is an impure woman?
She was sore, bitter, as if salt had been sprinkled on her wounds.
“Ain, I’m afraid of your angry expression.”
“Don’t talk back. Don’t even look away and look straight at me.”
Arya was both happy and sad that he was angry.
It is a contradictory feeling.
“I want you to know that that is also coercion.”
“Aria.”
“… Please speak.”
“I love you.”
“… Yes?”
It sounded good, but in the current situation, it was very strange.
When she tilted her head and looked at Ain, his expression was quite serious.
“Since you don’t love me, I have no choice but to love you. Right?”
Arya inhaled her breath and exhaled her cough.
It made her face red like iron in a furnace.
“Well, why does that happen? No, isn’t the logic leaping?”
“Oh, I love you.”
Can I say I love you so easily?
Wasn’t it a more affectionate and sublime word?
What kind of morning greeting are you saying lightly?
… It’s not that I feel bad.
Something, something strange, isn’t it?
“My dear Aria.”
Oh my gosh.
Now it becomes a prefix at all.
Arya covered her face with her hands.
“Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not kidding you, dear Aria.”
The masochistic thoughts had long since flown to the other side.
All that remains is fresh love hair and the shame of shriveling limbs.
Arya thought it would be nice if someone stopped Ain.
“… I-I think I’m going to die of shame.”
“It’s not like I do this for a day or two.”
“I’m not used to it.”
“Then you should get used to it.”
How did you get used to it?
My love for you is growing every day.
It’s always new
You can’t get used to it until you get used to it.
Since when
Ears heard his voice.
Snow followed his steps.
The nose caught his body odor.
Mouth called his name.
This heart
This feeling.
It must be love
I’m happy.
Even if it’s a feeling that will one day be buried and collapsed.
The fact that I thought of you this way will never be erased.
Okay.
When I think of you, my heart becomes selfish.
There is no time to worry about other people.
Goddess of love.
For now, I ask for your understanding that I am moving for my desire.
Arya went over to Ain, her eyes widening.
It was so powerful that he admired it.
“Oh, what.”
You have a relaxed face.
I’ll take the slack off that face.
Arya lifted her heel and kissed her on the lips.
It was an unexpected surprise kiss.
“…”
“…”
Ain’s face was close to expressionless.
Could it be seen as a waste of time?
“I’m sorry.”
He hugged Aria tightly and threw her face down on her bed.
Arya’s soft, supple chest was squeezed against her firm pectoral muscles.
It was painful and frustrating, but I thought that this kind of pressure was okay.
Arya’s heart beat wildly.
“Very regretful.”
“… Why do you keep talking?”
“I’m curious?”
There was a faint light in his eyes.
Arya got scared and turned her gaze to her side.
“Oh, no. Nothing.”
“Is it okay if I teach you Aria?”
Sensing a bad sign, she quickly apologized.
“Ooh, uh, now, I was wrong.”
“Do you know what I did wrong?”
It was a nasty question.
Arya felt the need to change her subject.
“Did you say that Azazel? She is the woman’s name.”
Ain asked, holding a wrinkle between her brows.
“By the way?”
“I think Azazel likes Ain.”
“Is he?”
She was a child with a frown on her face, as if to tell her not to joke.
This guy, she has no idea that Azazel might be liking her.
Hey, since she ran wild every time she met her, it must be strange for her to have the idea that Azazel is in love with her child.
“You look like you won’t believe me.”
“That’s the second unbelievable thing I’ve heard this year.”
Not the first, not the second.
It was Aria who was curious about the most unbelievable words.
“What is the first?”
“To say Arya is fine.”
… First, don’t ask.
Arya scratched her cheek with her index finger and averted her gaze.
* * *
Azazel took a room at her inn.
Because her body was exhausted, the fact that she couldn’t afford to go anywhere else was a big factor.
What kind of misfortune did it overlap?
The room she saved was, of course, the room next to Einstein’s.
It’s okay.
All she cares about is that her head hurts.
Let’s take a break
Azazel unlocked her door with the key given to her by her master and entered her room.
It was a quiet room with nothing but a built-in bed and wardrobe.
Azazel felt that this desolation was somehow similar to her own mind.
She looked out the low window and saw that the sun was setting and darkness was coming.
She squatted on the floor with her back against the wall instead of the bed.
Then she cradled the old tree cane in her arms and knelt down on one knee, bowing her head.
I was depressed.
Even if I tried to shake off this feeling, it stuck to me like thick oil and I couldn’t get enough energy.
Einstein.
She knew that although she had parted on a bad note, she would be welcomed back when she returned.
She thought she would get rid of her sad feelings and move on to a deeper relationship.
But that was only a hopeful observation that only Azazel had seen.
She was nothing more than a girl’s delusion.
See reality
He proudly brought a new woman.
She even seemed to have a deeper relationship than herself.
That was so sad
She anticipates the moment she will meet him, and what will become of herself who has been holding her heart.
Are you just being a jerk?
I was out of breath.
She felt that the relationship between herself and Einstein was nothing.
The self who spends only jealousy and envy seems increasingly shabby and unappealing.
I feel like I’m just rotting inside.
His chest tightened.
It has been tightly tightened.
It was as heavy as a lump of rusted iron thrown into the sea and sinking endlessly.
“… Why is it her and not me?”
I am capable
I’m helpful.
I am the one who suits Einstein.
I mean me
I heard a noise from the next room.
It was a sweet voice.
It’s like hehe, or something like that, or something like that.
It was a moan as if something was suppressing it.
The soundproofing is messed up, Azazel tried to use the soundproofing magic, but he realized it before.
Her own room is her farthest room.
In other words, the next room is the only one where Einstein exists.
By the way, a strange groan leaked out of that room?
Azazel’s heart ached as if it would stop at any moment.
It’s like stabbing your heart with a long, thin needle.
It is frustrating.
Pain.
My head is dizzy.
Who.
Who some
Release this stuffiness
Please.
Please.
Azazel buried her head.
She covered her ears with her arms as if she didn’t want to hear.
It would be the noise that would make her completely inaudible if she unleashed her soundproofing magic.
Why doesn’t she use magic?
It was because she wanted to hear Einstein’s soft voice, which was clearly heard little by little.
You know his feelings are not directed at you.
Still, there was Azazel, who was ardently craving.
It was a most terrible night.
