The Story Is Not Over Yet - Chapter 96

Lane smiled sadly. She looked so sad that Azela couldn’t say anything or put any expression on her face. As she said, it was true… Because she simply thought they were happy eating the contractors’ souls.

Zagnac intervened, looking at Lane and Azela, and uttered in a low voice.

“…You need to find the next contractor.”

Putting down the empty glass she was holding in her hand, Lane turned around. The rain, which had been falling lightly, was falling like a storm.

“Well. I want to rest for a while.”

“It will take time to organize.”

“Right. Because my companion on a long journey has left.”

“Didn’t the previous contractor, the elf, leave after 430 years?”

“413 years.”

“And, you didn’t look for a contractor for about a hundred years?”

“Right. I wanted some alone time because if you have a contractor, you won’t have time to be alone.”

“It will be shorter than that this time.”

Zagnac shrugged his shoulders.

With her arms crossed, Lane turned her upper body and stared at Azela for a long time, with tears streaming down her eyes. Even as she looked at the crying devil, Azela couldn’t say anything to comfort her.

No, she couldn’t say anything because she didn’t know if it was right to give Lane comforting words.

“That’s right. Even now, the dwarf who lived for 271 years has left. It’s so vain.”

“….”

“A contract with a human being would be difficult to exceed 100 years even if they lived their entire life.”

After staring at Azela for a long time, Lane turned her head to see Zagnac standing next to her before turning her gaze to her again.

‘…The first person Zagnac showed emotions for.’

Lane shut her mouth.

Zagnac himself didn’t know it, but Lane could have noticed when he first came to visit her with Azela. It meant that he had acquired human emotions. It was because his gaze toward Azela was different from that of other humans.

Unaware of Lane’s intentions, Zagnac shook his head with a bitter smile, showing he agreed with her words.

Lane said to Zagnac in a sad voice that still couldn’t stop her tears.

“You will be crying soon, too.”

Lane tilted her glass for a while longer before she left.

Azela, left in the parlor, glanced at Zagnac as his face flushed as the alcohol rose. Outside, the wind and rain were blowing hard. She suddenly remembered that she hadn’t gone to see the dress yet today.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Azela forced a smile on her lips as she tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

“If Lane had waited longer, she would have caught a cold. It would have been easier if she had come through the window.”

Cold? Would devils catch colds, too…?

Azela grimaced as she regretted her stupid remark. But fortunately, the effect was good. With a gloomy expression on his face since earlier, Zagnac eventually smiled and answered in a brighter voice than before.

“She must have hated it because she would get rained on to come through the window.”

“Even the devil hates being in the rain.”

“Because it’s damp and sticky, and your favorite clothes get wet.”

Zagnac shrugged and drank the cold water he had kept beside him instead of drinking. Azela, watching him gulping down the cold water, suddenly remembered what Lane had said to her.

“You will be crying soon, too.”

It was certain that the contract she had with him would come to an end someday. Either she would die first, or her soul would become sweet, and he would take her soul, or both would come to an end. Either way, she would eventually die.

…Would he shed tears like Lane then?

“Are you going to be sad, too?”

Zagnac stopped as he was about to drink when Azela asked so. He tried to pretend to be nonchalant though she could see his long eyelashes quivering. He replied as he set the glass down on the table and rested his hand on the armrest.

“Well.”

“There must have been a lot of contractors in the past. This isn’t your first contract either.”

“Right.”

“There must have been a lot of human contractors.”

“Yes.”

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Zagnac’s eyes were still looking down despite Azela’s continued questioning. Perhaps, it was because his gaze was down, but somehow his expression seemed very sad. The long eyelashes covering his purple eyes were still trembling.

“…How was it then?”

At the same time, Azela’s voice trembled as well. She couldn’t figure out why she was nervous. She asked cautiously.

Zagnac closed his eyes for a moment and flicked his fingers, trying to recall his memory.

“I don’t think it was that sad.”

“….”

“Of course, I wasn’t happy about that either.”

“I see.”

“I haven’t been sad about the end of that contract I’ve met with any human.”

As he opened his closed eyes again, he gazed at Azela. Dark purple eyes were blurry. As the wine rose, a sweet scent bloomed from him as it did back then.

“For you, a little.”

“….”

“No, I think I will be very sad.”

“Zagnac.”

“Yes, as Lane said, I might cry this time.”

Zagnac smiled. It was an ambiguous smile that she couldn’t tell if it was because he was sad or because he was happy with her sweet soul. Still, Azela also smiled along with him.

“But please, be happy when that day comes.”

“….”

“And eat my soul, which is said to be delightfully sweet.”

Azella lifted the glass that Zagnac had put down before he could finish it and poured it into her mouth. Perhaps because of the high alcohol content, the bitter taste was so strong that her face naturally frowned.

“Because that’s our contract.”

“Azela.”

“The fact that my soul has become so sweet means that you succeeded in making me happy, and you succeeded in making me regret my life.”

“….”

“Be happy to eat my soul.”

Because she didn’t want to see him who remained, shed tears because of her who passed through his life only for a moment.

Azela reached out and tugged at Zagnac’s collar. The two’s faces became close in an instant. Every time he exhaled, there was a bitter, not sweet smell. She then lifted her finger and brushed it on his red lips.

“You drank a lot.”

“….”

“They said that drinking alcohol requires much human energy.”

Closing her eyes, she kissed Zagnac’s dry lips. He did not shake off her and accepted it obediently. Azela uttered briefly, taking her lips away from him for a moment and looking at him with quivering eyes.

“This is also our contract.”

And, she kissed his lips again. The sound of rain hitting the window was loud in her ears.

Azela caught his tongue and closed her eyes. She made up her mind she was going to kill this feeling that bloomed in her. In addition, she vowed that she would kill the feelings that bloomed in him as well.

She had never thought that when the contract was all over, he would be left alone.

It was because she realized when she saw Lane… This feeling of hers shouldn’t be conveyed to him. It was something he shouldn’t have felt. It was something she had to take with her.

The next mooment, Azela parted her lips with a heated face and she slowly undressed him. Taking off his coat, she then slowly unbuttoned his exposed shirt. As his toned muscles were exposed, she shoved him lightly.

“Azela.”

With her touch, Zagnac lay down on the sofa, and Azela climbed on top of him. She bent her upper body and, with a clumsy touch, very slowly, as he would do hers, kissed her lips on his collarbone.

“Azela.”

“Shh.”

Azela’s face was stained with embarrassment. Touching his lips with clumsy gestures, she rolled her tongue and then slowly moved underneath. Even though it was a small clumsy gesture she had never done before, Zagnac’s breathing became rough.

As she licked his abdominal muscles with her tongue, a suppressed moan escaped from his lips.

“Kuht…”

It was a nice voice to hear for the first time. When she parted her lips and unbuckled Zagnac’s trousers, he gazed at her with a confused hazy gaze. When everything was removed, the tall, thick pillar was revealed.

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Azela caressed him with trembling hands.

“Kuhk!”

With only one touch of her hand, a seething groan escaped from Zagnac.

For a moment, she seemed to understand why he wanted to hear her moans. The low moan he spits out was more beautiful than any other sound. As if she was addicted to it like a drug, she kept wanting to hear it.

Azela held his flesh in her hand mischievously and started to move up and down.