After he ate everything, he sat comfortably beside her.
"Do you need anything else?" Isabel asked gently. She was showing her gentle expression more often now.
Usually, she had a strict and cold expression. But now, seeing him made her smile.
But soon, Azael's expression turned gloomy from bright.
He looked at her once, then avoided her gaze nervously. As if he wanted to say something… but he couldn't.
Isabel felt worried for him. She moved a little closer to him.
"Young Master… what happened? You suddenly look worried and nervous… is there anything that bothers you? If you don't mind… you can talk with me."
Isabel slid from her seat, getting closer to Azael.
Azael turned to her. "Hm… I… I…" He tried to say something, but no words came out. Then he gave up. "I-It's nothing, Isabel. You don't need to worry." He forced a smile, trying to show her that he was okay.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. She caught it—he was lying.
Her hand rested gently on his thigh. "Young Master, please… if you have any problem… you can talk with me. I will try to help you as much as possible."
Azael stayed silent for a moment.
Then he slowly looked into her eyes, behind her glasses.
He hesitated again.
"I… I want to tell you… but I don't know if I am ready or not… it's something… I don't know whom to talk with…"
Isabel's expression softened even more.
"You can talk with me, Young Master. I will listen."
He shook his head slightly. "You might not be able to help me… and you might just tell her…"
Isabel understood what he meant, but she still spoke calmly. "I will not tell anyone if you don't want me to."
Azael looked at her again, thinking for a few seconds.
Then he spoke slowly, "Can… can you give me some time? I will think and tell you tomorrow… the thing is… a bit shameful… I can't bring myself to say it so easily…"
Isabel looked at him quietly for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
"Take your time. No matter what it is, I will try to help you."
Azael slowly placed his hand over her hand, which was resting on his thigh.
He held her hand gently.
"Promise… that you will help me?"
She looked at him. Saw his worried and nervous expression, then nodded. She couldn't let her Young Master suffer more. He just started to become closer with others.
She couldn't let him become like his old self again.
"I promise." So she promised to help him. No matter how hard it might be.
Then she slowly stood up and picked up the plates.
Before leaving, she looked at him again and said gently, "Rest for a while now. I will come to your room tomorrow. You can tell me then."
Then she walked toward the door and quietly left the room, leaving Azael alone in the silent room.
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Once Isabel was out of his room, Azael stopped acting, and his gloomy expression immediately turned into a happy face.
"Hehe~ first step went well. I have to say… my acting was good."
Yes, he was acting. All that sad and nervous behavior was nothing but an act.
Of course, the enjoyment he felt while being fed by her was real. But after eating all the food, he had started his act.
'She is so gentle towards me...the more I interact with her...the more I want her.' His thought turned slightly evil.
It was not his fault. He was a man, after all. Isabel was a perfect, mature maid that any man would want to have.
"Now I have made her worried about me… now I will take the next step tomorrow. This will be fun. Can't wait for tomorrow," Azael muttered while looking up at the ceiling.
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Away from his bedroom, inside the office of Duchess Aeliana.
She sat elegantly at her desk. Her long, shining blonde hair was tied in a long single braid that rested on her right shoulder. Her skin was smooth and fair. She was wearing a black-colored gown that clung to her body perfectly.
Tracing the full roundness of her breasts, dipping into the shadowed valley between them, nipping tightly at her narrow waist before flaring again over the lush flare of her hips.
The fabric was matter, yet somehow drank the light in a way that made every curve appear even more pronounced, every inhale lifting her chest against the material, every small shift causing the gown to slide
She was a breathtaking beauty that any man could die for.
Her cold red eyes were looking at the letter on her desk. It was same letter that Arista retrieve from that unknown person. Thanks to Azael she was able to get this.
If not for Azael attacking him immediately after she instructed him to stop that person. She might not have gotten this letter.
Opposite her sat Arista, still wearing her battle gear. Her expression was serious.
Aeliana looked up at her and said, "This organization was working in our Elaris City… yet we had no idea… this is really shameful."
Arista nodded. "Yes, Mother… and if not for taking Azael to monster hunting today… we might never have found out about this."
Aeliana nodded slowly. "His change is already bringing us good things...without him knowing anything..." She took a paused then said, "You know what to do, right?"
Arista smiled widely. "Yes, I know." Her amethyst eyes gleamed with excitement.
Aeliana then said coldly, "Good. Don't leave anyone alive. Kill all of them. Just keep a few alive and bring them to our prison."
Arista nodded, then stood up and gave a small bow before leaving the room.
After she left, Aeliana leaned back in her chair. Her movements made her breasts jiggle slightly. They rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. She ooked outside the window.
Then she muttered quietly, "They are really moving faster."