Chapter 40 – The Witch (8)
Slept soundly
I slept really well.
It’s to the point where I can feel a slight sense of openness.
Azazel wanted to feel comfortable sleeping for the first time in a while.
It was so cozy and warm that it felt rather painful.
He stood up by acupressure on his temple with his right hand.
Tuuk.
A water-soaked towel fell from his forehead.
Wet towel?
As I brushed my forehead with the back of my hand, I could feel the wet water.
She stared blankly at the towel that had fallen on her thigh.
“A wet towel, who?”
“Are you awake?”
It is a transparent voice that makes me wonder if such a pure tone can exist.
Azazel reflexively moved her head.
There, the woman who had been so resentful, jealous, and envious was staring at him anxiously.
He rubbed both of her eyes with her left hand.
I want to see if I’ve seen anything wrong.
However, Azazel’s retinas are unmistakably reflecting Arya.
Perhaps because of her deep sleep, her brain, which had become relatively normal, ran furiously.
“… Why am I here?”
“Ain found you collapsed in front of her door.”
She’s right, she’s unconscious in front of him.
Her own timidity came to her belatedly.
She had been awake at night and went to visit Einstein in a distraught state from her nightmares.
She did, and after a grunt close to complaining, she collapsed.
As if to look at me
As if without you I would be such a lousy person.
As she boasted, she had lost consciousness.
Looking back, it was really ugly.
Azazel’s mouth dried up when she thought that this woman would have seen that rudeness too.
“… Yes?”
“Yes.”
Conversation was interrupted.
An uncomfortable silence followed.
She was awkward
Anyway, isn’t she the one he blamed so much?
No matter how much of a saint she is, she won’t be pleased with herself.
“How is your body?”
So Arya’s question was unexpected.
Are you worried?
Me?
People have good speed.
Isn’t she herself who slandered and slandered her as her primary color?
Azazel glanced at her saintess, who was arranging her towel with her fluke eyes.
She thought maybe she was making fun of herself.
No matter how messy you are, Einstein is yours.
Isn’t it kind ‘Chuck’ that came out of such mental superiority?
Thinking so, her words naturally became sharp.
“You know what to do.”
“Because I heard she collapsed without ointment,” She said. Perhaps, there might be something wrong with her body, so I thought it was a natural procedure to ask. I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable.”
What the hell, I thought she was going to giggle.
Her face was genuinely concerned, and I was taken aback.
Azazel gave a pouty look and chewed her lips.
“… Hey, nice people I worry about others. Anyway, Einstein is yours, so don’t worry. Is this it?”
Pessimistic words.
Arya was perplexed.
“Ain is not my property.”
“Ha, so you’re saying you belong to Einstein?”
Contrary to the fact that she thought a negative answer would come back immediately, the answer came a little later.
“Yes Yes? Ah, that might be a bit nice…”
Is her head a flower garden?
Aware of Azazel’s cold eyes, Arya let out a cough.
“No, not even that.”
“Huh.”
Arya tried to pretend to be calm, but Azazel had already heard all of her shady desires.
Azazel spat out with a dry expression.
“Bitch.”
“… Your words are harsh.”
“Is it okay to be stuck like that? Did you hear everything?”
“Did you hear everything?”
“Wasn’t that on purpose? I thought you were going to gossip around the neighborhood about having sex?”
“… I can’t lift my face.”
It was a bland reaction.
A person who doesn’t like to shoot.
If I kill you, Einstein will be very sad, right?
Azazel looked at her aria with her poisonous eyes and tousled her hair.
It doesn’t improve her relationship.
It’s something that leads to catastrophe.
Does she kill this girl, so will Einstein look back at him?
If you were hostile, you were hostile, and there was absolutely no reason to see you again.
Did you sense something strange in the atmosphere?
Arya asked, curling up like her cattle animal.
“Mr. Azazel?”
Above all, how can you kill someone who sends you such kind eyes?
Azazel sighed in her woeful, haha.
“… Where is Einstein?”
“He went outside to get rid of monsters.”
“Hey, looks like it’s still there. The perversion to stop the seed of the monster. Are you having a hard time too?”
“Yes?”
Arya’s head tilted.
Is it even necessary to say that it is her perversion?
If her own brother or sister was killed by a monster, I think that would be a natural reaction.
Azazel continued her words, not caring about Arya’s reaction.
“Hunting monsters after eating, hunting monsters while resting, hunting monsters even on holidays, just monsters, monsters, monsters. I wondered if the head was filled with nothing but monsters.”
It was harsh, but in a way I could understand it.
Even Aria, when she first met Einstein, it was mostly a repetition of her life like that.
Still, she was more comfortable mentally than when she was in the church, so she didn’t have a dissatisfied life pattern like Azazel.
“I wasn’t that hard. When I was really having a hard time, I would rest on Ain’s side.”
At the word of rest, Azazel opened his mouth.
“That guy with monster perversion took a break? When I…”
I didn’t take a break
Why is she the only special treatment for this woman?
Anger accumulated in Azazel’s heart.
Of course, there is a fact she overlooked here.
Arya and Azazel.
That’s the difference in ability between the two.
Arya was incompetent, Azazel was competent.
As a result, there were many cases where Einstein relatively paid attention to Arya.
Her personality also played a part.
Arya didn’t resist Einstein’s forced march and followed her until her body was destroyed.
Azazel, on the other hand, had only her complaints, so it was almost obvious which one she would treat gently.
“… Anyway, he’s crazy about monsters.”
Azazel evaded her words with a look of disapproval.
Arya didn’t say it outwardly, but she felt sorry for her appearance.
“I understand.”
Do you understand?
What is this saintess talking about?
She wasn’t even funny.
Azazel snorted at her and lifted her chin.
“Where do you understand that mad obsession?”
“You lost your sister in death because of the monsters, so it’s only natural…”
“Wait a minute, what? Are you saying goodbye to your sister?”
Arya saw her Azazel’s reaction and realized that she had made a mistake.
I didn’t say that to this person.
She was happy about it, but she was an aria that made her hate herself for bragging about it.
“… … It is a mistake.”
She was ridiculous for Azazel.
If you have a story like that, it would be nice if you could tell me.
If so, I would have been able to understand.
Why did she tell this woman and not me?
After all, is it because this woman is special?
Her chest tightened.
The two women were speechless again.
It was an uncomfortable silence.
Azazel rubbed her face with both of her hands before tilting her head upward.
“Really, I’m in a bad mood.”
“Is it because of me?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not because of you.”
Even if I told him not to mind, I was in the same room, so my eyes were on him.
As Arya glanced at her, Azazel helped herself.
I’m so ugly, really.
“Rather than that, given his personality, I don’t think he would have left you and me alone.”
True to Azazel’s words, Einstein didn’t like the two of them together.
It was because her notion that her bad feelings might germinate and harm Arya.
Arya responded softly.
“I told you to go.”
“Maybe it’s because she’s a saintess, she’s got a lot of courage. Do you know what I will do to you?”
“Because I thought I should have a frank conversation with you.”
At her weighty words, Azazel shut her mouth tightly.
Honest conversation.
What is it?
“Do you love me? Ain.”
It was a straight line.
So Azazel suffered.
Like a man stabbed by a sword, like a man stabbed by a dagger.
“Then what will you do, will you move away?”
Arya looked at Azazel slowly.
I am sorry to see her suffering.
I’m sorry she took away his love.
It is true that there are many emotions.
However, I will not make concessions.
If it used to be
If it had been a time when she was bound by the cult of sexuality, she might have given up on her child, self-harming her situation.
Dirty, filthy, and she would have thought that Azazel would suit her better than her half.
But not now.
Ain also wants her to be herself.
She always whispers that she loves her.
She also gives me a sense of self-esteem that I didn’t have before.
It wasn’t just a one-way love.
It was a complementary relationship.
So how can you give up?
You, who made my frozen heart beat, who opened the closed world.
How can I give up on you who became my everything?
“No, I can never give you this seat. Even if I die.”
At that remark, Azazel’s face twisted.
But that was all.
She hid her own feelings.
“Is that so? I’m just trying to say something like that…”
“It’s not ‘only’. I have been honest with my heart.”
There was spirit.
The spirit of a lofty saintess who does not want to be swept away by any storm.
Azazel waited for Arya’s words behind her without a word.
“Are you honest, on your feelings now.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Why don’t you confess to Ain that you love him?”
It was an outright accusation and an accusation.
Azazel said she never thought she would hear something like this from this woman.
“… That’s.”
“Do you think Ain will like you just because you get so angry and complain?”
It is a word that tears flesh, breaks bones, and stabs organs.
Azazel was at a loss for what to say.
Arya continued.
“Your behavior is frustrating.”
“You, to hear you say that…”
“Do you wait for the other person to know your heart?”
I was short of breath.
It was the core, because it was the pinnacle.
Maybe it’s just a pinpoint poking around like this?
Wasn’t she actually an archer rather than a saint?
“It’s a feeling that isn’t even worthy of being called love. If you really like that person, you have to express it. You have to approach it honestly. Why are you waiting why do you want to know So no love is ever made.”
The words piled up one by one, like the accumulating soil, suppressed Azazel.
Heavily, heavily suppressed.
She felt like she would be crushed by the weight of it.
“I!”
So Azazel shouted.
“Whatever your heart is!”
She exclaimed furiously.
“It’s none of your business!”
She trembled, shed tears, her voice distorted.
One girl sees one girl.
The dark-haired girl smiled softly at his sincere words.
“Because I like Ain too.”
That smile was so saintly that Azazel felt that her stomach was twisting.
“What is that about! You want to say you have the upper hand?”
Arya shook her head.
“Nope.”
“No, what is it not! Did you want to see me screwed up like this? What a great hobby! Yes, I like Einstein. I love you, so this situation is driving me crazy! Because I was taken away by you and only sucking my fingers, I feel shabby, ungainly, and pathetic, and I think my heart will be broken! Weird! I think I’m going to turn around!”
Azazel grunts and breathes heavily.
Aria grabbed her hand tightly.
Azazel was taken aback by the warmth and tried to slap her hand away, but Aria only grabbed her forcefully.
“You know how to express it.”
“… What are you doing.”
“Confess to him.”
Azazel burst out laughing.
It would be nice to see it as a joke.
“So what will happen to my miserable heart if I get rejected, will you take responsibility?”
“Do you want others to be responsible for your love?”
Why?
My eyes grew hot.
Her heart beat.
“…”
“I don’t think so. You don’t want to see it so blurry.”
Azazel wondered how she came to have this conversation.
Where did she get her button wrong.
“So, confess to Ain.”
Azazel’s mouth seldom fell.
How could she get her words out though.
“You are cruel.”
“Because it is the saint who guides the lamb to the right path.”
“Is the thorny road the right way?”
“Sometimes there are circumstances to be endured, to endure.”
“… A good-natured voice.”
“If you’re still having a hard time, would you like to hug me?”
“What?”
Arya laughed awkwardly.
“People say hugging brings relief.”
She is a saint with open arms.
Her large breasts caught her eye.
I’m sure it’ll be soft.
Azazel slowly leaned her body into Arya’s arms.
Arya quietly embraced Azazel without saying anything.
Before long she let out a breathless weeping sound.
