Lane smiled sadly. She looked so sad that Azela couldnât say anything or put any expression on her face. As she said, it was true⦠Because she simply thought they were happy eating the contractorsâ souls.
Zagnac intervened, looking at Lane and Azela, and uttered in a low voice.
ââ¦You need to find the next contractor.â
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.
âWell. I want to rest for a while.â
âIt will take time to organize.â
âRight. Because my companion on a long journey has left.â
âDidnât the previous contractor, the elf, leave after 430 years?â
â413 years.â
âAnd, you didnât look for a contractor for about a hundred years?â
âRight. I wanted some alone time because if you have a contractor, you wonât have time to be alone.â
âIt will be shorter than that this time.â
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 couldnât say anything to comfort her.
No, she couldnât say anything because she didnât know if it was right to give Lane comforting words.
âThatâs right. Even now, the dwarf who lived for 271 years has left. Itâs so vain.â
ââ¦.â
âA contract with a human being would be difficult to exceed 100 years even if they lived their entire life.â
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.
ââ¦The first person Zagnac showed emotions for.â
Lane shut her mouth.
Zagnac himself didnât 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 Laneâs 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 couldnât stop her tears.
âYou will be crying soon, too.â
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 hadnât 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.
âIf Lane had waited longer, she would have caught a cold. It would have been easier if she had come through the window.â
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.
âShe must have hated it because she would get rained on to come through the window.â
âEven the devil hates being in the rain.â
âBecause itâs damp and sticky, and your favorite clothes get wet.â
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.
âYou will be crying soon, too.â
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.
â¦Would he shed tears like Lane then?
âAre you going to be sad, too?â
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.
âWell.â
âThere must have been a lot of contractors in the past. This isnât your first contract either.â
âRight.â
âThere must have been a lot of human contractors.â
âYes.â
Zagnacâs eyes were still looking down despite Azelaâs 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.
ââ¦How was it then?â
At the same time, Azelaâs voice trembled as well. She couldnât 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.
âI donât think it was that sad.â
ââ¦.â
âOf course, I wasnât happy about that either.â
âI see.â
âI havenât been sad about the end of that contract Iâve met with any human.â
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.
âFor you, a little.â
ââ¦.â
âNo, I think I will be very sad.â
âZagnac.â
âYes, as Lane said, I might cry this time.â
Zagnac smiled. It was an ambiguous smile that she couldnât tell if it was because he was sad or because he was happy with her sweet soul. Still, Azela also smiled along with him.
âBut please, be happy when that day comes.â
ââ¦.â
âAnd eat my soul, which is said to be delightfully sweet.â
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.
âBecause thatâs our contract.â
âAzela.â
âThe 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.â
ââ¦.â
âBe happy to eat my soul.â
Because she didnât 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 Zagnacâs collar. The twoâs 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.
âYou drank a lot.â
ââ¦.â
âThey said that drinking alcohol requires much human energy.â
Closing her eyes, she kissed Zagnacâs 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.
âThis is also our contract.â
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 shouldnât be conveyed to him. It was something he shouldnât 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.
âAzela.â
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.
âAzela.â
âShh.â
Azelaâs 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, Zagnacâs breathing became rough.
As she licked his abdominal muscles with her tongue, a suppressed moan escaped from his lips.
âKuhtâ¦â
It was a nice voice to hear for the first time. When she parted her lips and unbuckled Zagnacâs trousers, he gazed at her with a confused hazy gaze. When everything was removed, the tall, thick pillar was revealed.
Azela caressed him with trembling hands.
âKuhk!â
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.