The Story Is Not Over Yet Chapter 39

Chapter 39

And, as if reading Azela's inner thoughts, the wish came true. It was because he jumped and came through the window.

His expression hardened as though he had come to know her condition. Zagnac, who jumped over the window sill with an angry expression, hurriedly ran towards her. As soon as he jumped, he made eye contact with Azela first.

“Look at me, it's okay. Breathe slowly and swallow your saliva.”

His voice was calm but not as calm as his expression.

She thought that seeing Zagnac would calm her mind and make her breathe, though the reality was different. It didn't change when he came. In increasing anguish, Azela crumpled her flushed face, raised her nails, and scratched her neck.

“Sh*t!”

Zagnac, who had always been calm and always liked to smile, spat out a swear word in a lower voice than usual and hurriedly looked around. He hurriedly found a paper bag and brought it to Azela.

“Uh—!”

For some reason, Irene was very clearly next to Zagnac, who was approaching her. She was staring down at Azela.

Goosebumps appeared on her body as those empty gazes were like shouting, “Do you want to kill me, so Madam gets to live?” Azela, unable to even articulate the pronunciation properly, made groaning noises and coldly slapped Zagnac's hand. He was holding the paper bag to her mouth and nose.

In her eyes, the fear, regret, and hatred of herself were strong…

Azela's breath was getting tighter, perhaps because her feelings had intensified.

“Damn it, wake up!”

Even though he picked up the paper bag that had fallen on the floor and approached her again, she slapped his hand coldly this time as well. Zagnac combed his hair wildly with an annoyed face.

“You… Do you really want to die?”

He let out a growl in a low voice and climbed up on Azela's body. Zagnac, who lightly subdued her with one hand, leaned his upper body down and placed his dry lips on her lips.

At that, her eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't push him away. With a grimacing face and her eyes closed, he gazed closer. With him, the smell of the morning air that he exudes came to her nose first.

The smell of the morning air and the smell of old paper. Even the sweet smell that she didn't know what followed.

Azela's shoulders, which had been tense, lost its strength and drooped by the comfort he gave.

Zagnac, who had tightly bound her hands, pressed her more. He was gentle yet strong… A strong man who indulged in every corner of her mouth entangled Azela. Although she tried to run away, she couldn't run away from him.

Tears flowed from Azela's eyes.

She clung to him endlessly with her own will as if she was standing on the precipice. Zagnac pushed her even harder as though reacting to the sight of Azela sucking him hard. Meanwhile, her breath had already returned to its original state.

After a few minutes passed, she lifted her upper body up as Zagnac lifted his lips carefully. She couldn't tell if the hot breath was hers or his.

“…It's okay.”

Zagnac, who lowered his gaze, stared at Azela with distraught eyes. His cold hands wiped away the saliva around her gaping lips. Though it could be dirty, he didn't care at all.

The unshakeable purple gaze was filled with the image of Azela swaying.

“It's okay.”

He just said, 'it's okay.' Azela didn't know what was okay, but for some reason, the words were so believable that she couldn't look away from them. Raising his hand this time, he wiped away the tears that ran down her eyes.

“Irene…”

Seeing this, she opened her mouth in a sobbing voice. As her gaze turned to Zagnac's back, there, Irene was still standing there, looking at her with an empty gaze along with a bizarre appearance.

“There is… Irene. I shouldn't be…the only one happy. Don't, don't laugh, Irene—”

He grabbed the tip of her trembling chin and raised her head to look at him again. Then, he bowed his head again and gave Azela a short kiss on her lips.

His lips were very hot, unlike the first time.

“Don't look away, you're okay. Just look at me.”

Facing him, this time, the bedroom was still as if frozen. The heartbeat that used to sound like a drum in her ear was no longer audible.

Azela grabbed Zagnac's sleeve with a trembling hand.

“Is… Is Irene happy?”

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“That was the condition of our contract. Irene is…”

Seeing Azela about to cry again, he gently stroked her hair. Shh, the gentle touch of his pat was infinitely sweet.

“Yeah, she's on her reincarnation track. Thanks to you, she will live a prosperous and happy life in the next life.”

“Irene… Irene died because of me, and she asked me not to forget her. She told me not to laugh…”

“It's all just a dream. It's a guilt that you made.”

“Irene…”

“No matter what you do, the dead will never come back.”

Instead of comforting the crying Azela, Zagnac told her of the cold reality. With plausible words, he could convince her to hold her in his arms and hug her warmly, though he could not. Biting her lower lip softly, she held back the tears as she saw the purple gaze staring at reality.

Zagnac, who glanced down at her, asked in a cold tone as opposed to his hot lips.

“Was she that kind of person, you know?”

“The maid who wants you to be happy until she gives up her life… Was she the one who wouldn't want your happiness?”

Azela looked blank as he looked down at her.

…No, it wasn't. Irene wasn't that kind of person.

She was always as warm as the spring sunshine and as gentle as the summer breeze. She was as colorful as the scenery of autumn, and like the snow of winter that covers the world, she was the one who embraced everything…

Irene was… Even until the moment of her death, she was a person who only wanted Azela's happiness. In this spacious mansion, she was the only person who wanted her happiness until the end.

“Irene… Irene wanted me to laugh. She wanted me to be happy, and I…”

“I wanted to live.”

As soon as she spat out her words, her body was drained of strength. Azela raised her trembling hand and covered her own face. No matter how hard she bit her lip, her sobs leaked out.

“No… No matter how it was a dream, how…could I think of Irene as such a child.”

At her sobbing, Zagnac cautiously stepped down from her body. Red blood dripped from her bitten lips, but he said nothing. He did not comfort Azela from crying, nor did he wipe her bloody lips. He was there, but it was as if he didn't exist…

Azela lifted her hands away from her face and turned her head to gaze at her. Zagnac also looked at her without averting his gaze.

“Didn't you say that you need human energy for a certain period of time?”

“…Yes.”

With his reply, she slowly began to take off her dress. Zagnac just stared at her without saying a word.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks and down her chin. Azela, who quickly became naked, moved closer towards Zagnac. Raising her trembling hand and grabbing his sleeve, she uttered in a low voice as she sobbed.

“Then, hold me now.”

“I don't want to be tied up like this in this place without doing anything.”

Azela wiped her tears with the back of her hand roughly. Even the blood flowing from her lips was wiped off with her hands without anyone's help.

“Are you okay? Now you…”

Zagnac spoke as he frowned. However, Azela pressed her palm against his lips, so he couldn't continue his words any longer. Her sharp eyes were like a wild beast. Her venomous gaze felt as if she was about to devour him, and he felt numb all over his body.

“When you need my energy, you engraved on my body every day that I signed a contract with you.”

“I risk Irene's happiness. I risk my everything, and… haven't forgotten that I made a contract with the devil.”

Saying firmly, her sobbing voice suddenly disappeared and all that was left was a solemn and determined voice.

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