The Story Is Not Over Yet

alone her stomach, nothing caught her eye except for Zagnac’s hard stomach, which was moving violently.

Raising her head made her tighten her grip on him, though Azela, who knew nothing, simply gazed at him with a blushing face.

“Damn, damn it… Ugh!”

When she tightened as if squeezing him, Zagnac spat out low curses with a moaning, pushing into her harder.

As he pushed firmly toward her without any gap, Azela, having a hard time regaining her consciousness, shook her body and bounced her back.
Her panting breath leaked out between her lips, which were opened with intense pleasure.

“A, Azela…”

The moment Zagnac called her name, a warm feeling spread strongly throughout her body.
At that moment, tears welled up in her eyes, perhaps because of the extreme pleasure.
Azela’s waist, which had soared towards her sky, slowly lowered onto the bed.

Zagnac, who had carefully pulled himself out of Azela’s inside, carefully moved next to her.

“…Does it hurt?”

He lifted his finger and wiped Azela’s tears.
At that, she shook her head in flutters, still gasping for breath.
It didn’t hurt.
Rather than the previous experience, the pleasure grew bigger and overtaken her.

Yet… Yet even Azela herself did not know why she was crying.
She turned her head to the side and stared at Zagnac.

“…Thank you.”

Zagnac furrowed his brows at that voice, as faint as an extinguishing ember.

‘Thank you for finding me, thank you for coming to me, and thank you for coming to me in need of darkness right now.’

Azela gently closed her eyes.

***

“I think it’s time to come.”

Zagnac couldn’t take his eyes off the door of the study as he tapped his finger.
The old butler, who was pouring tea from the teacup in front of him, bowed his head and asked.

“Master, is there any news you are waiting for?”

“No, there is none.”

He answered the question sternly and briefly as he lowered his gaze to the papers stacked on the desk.

However, not long after, he lifted his head again and looked at the door of the study.
It was time to come.
Since she said she didn’t know anything about upholstery, it was time for her to come ask a question, though strangely, there was no news.

By any chance, did she die…?

Zagnac burst into laughter as he was taken aback by the thought that he had been in trouble for a while.
No way.
If she died, there was no way that he, her contractor, would not have known.
For a moment, he thought it was a very human-like way of thinking.

“Are you waiting for Countess Todd by any chance?”

Zagnac was startled by the butler, Baharf, question and raised his head.
The old butler who had cared for Zagnac for a long time and had been by his side was a human.
So, of course, he couldn’t peek inside others.

In response to the butler Bahaf’s question, he whispered softly with his narrowed eyes.

“How did you know that? Hey, aren’t you human?”

It was a serious question.
But, when Zagnac asked that seriously, Baharf shook his head with a calm smile.

“At this age, you can see things you didn’t see.
You will know when you are my age.”

There was no way to know that.
Even if you say you can change as you get older on the outside, it didn’t change on the inside.

Unlike humans, he did not age, so Zagnac would never reach Baharf’s age.

At his words, Zagnac snorted and stood up from his seat.
Then, he grabbed a hat he loved and opened the door of the study that was firmly closed and did not open.
Despite the Master’s sudden departure, Baharf did not show any signs of surprise.

Zagnac, who was about to leave the study, suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at his butler.

“Aren’t you going to ask where I am going?”

“Aren’t you going to Count Todd’s residence? If it is a carriage, it is prepared in front of the mansion in advance.
I’ve sent the Count a letter to visit.”

Baharf smiled with an old smile.
It was a smile that conveyed a sense of depth and the years he had gone through.

Unable to say anything at Bahaf’s answer, Zagnac shut his mouth and walked away quietly.
He knew where he was going, and from the fact that he had even prepared a carriage in advance, Baharf must have been not human either.

Did he have the seeds of a dragon that was thought to be extinct? Or, was it the elf who lived in the deep forest because there were only a few left? Or, maybe he was a devil like him, and he didn’t recognize him…?

Zagnac thought strangely and got into the prepared carriage.