The carriage was moving back toward the Ignivar Estate.
Azael sat beside Arista, moving his hand up and down. His shoulder injury was completely healed.
With a satisfied expression, he said, "That was a great healing potion."
With a confident look, Arista replied, "Of course it was. Do you think our family would use some low-level potions?"
With a light chuckle, Azael said, "Hehe~ no way."
Arista then looked at the letter in her hand.
With curiosity clearly visible on his face, Azael asked, "Sister... why did you suddenly attack him? If he was some enemy or bad person... how did you guess it?"
With a playful expression, Arista said, "Oh, how did I know..."
She suddenly pulled out something from her trouser pocket. It was a ring.
With confusion, Azael asked, "What's this?"
Calmly, she replied, "It was a ring worn by that guy."
Still confused, Azael said, "It's just a storage ring. Why do you find it weird, and how did you even look at this from so far?"
With a knowing look, Arista explained, "You see... just a few months ago, a guy was caught in our territory. Well, he was basically someone who forged weapons and even created some low-level artifacts. As a sign of his work... he used to put the number 7 on his objects."
She continued, "On the outside, he was like a normal blacksmith. But later, we found out he was a large supplier of weapons and artifacts like storage rings to secret organizations and wanted criminals."
With a doubtful expression, Azael said, "Well... that's not enough reason for you to attack someone... he could be a normal person who just happened to buy things from his blacksmith's shop..."
With amusement in her eyes, Arista replied, "I told you to stop him... and not let him go. It was you who suddenly attacked him, rather than stopping him like a normal person."
With an awkward smile, Azael scratched his cheek and said, "Guess I messed up..."
With a slight nod, she said, "Yes... but it was a good thing. He was really working for some secret organization."
With curiosity, Azael asked, "You sure about that?"
Calmly, she replied, "Yes. When I asked him who sent him or more questions, he didn't answer... if it was just a normal person, he would have tried to say that he didn't know why I was attacking or what I was saying... rather, he felt that I already knew he was working for some gang. His eyes clearly said he wouldn't tell me anything, even under torture. So I just killed him."
With a smirk, Azael said, "Oh, you are smart. Also, how did you see that sign on the ring from so far?"
With pride, Arista straightened her back slightly, showing off her prominent chest, and said, "Of course, because I am strong."
Then she stared at his face for a while and asked. "I killed a person...it might be your first time seeing someone die by close...that also burning alive. Didn't you felt anything?"
"Well...I don't felt much...I mean I did felt uncomfortable. But in the end that man nearly killed me...so don't feel much sympathy for him." Azael gave her a reply which sounds believable.
"Not bad..you got strong mind and mentality." She complement him.
Then he changed the topic.With excitement and admiration on his face, Azael said, " I want to become like you, Arista! You are so amazing! You are not only beautiful but also so strong. I can't wait to learn more things from you."
Arista's smirk widened at his compliments.
She wrapped her right arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to her.
His body pressed against her side. Then her other hand started stroking his hair wildly.
With a teasing smile, she said, "Look at you! Buttering me up so much. Where did you get such a sweet tongue?"
Azael could feel her armored chest. Since she was wearing a breastplate, he couldn't feel her softness.
It was a bit disappointing. But sitting so close to her, he could smell the scent of jasmine from her.
With slight embarrassment, Azael said, "Hehe~ that's enough, sis! I'm not a kid."
With a wider smile, she replied, "Oh gosh! If only you were like this before. I would have spoiled you when you were a kid. But sadly, you are an adult now."
She still didn't stop stroking his hair, making it even messier.
With a teasing expression, Azael looked up at her. Their faces were not far from each other.
"You can still spoil me though... I don't mind it."
With a light laugh, she replied, "Haha, sure, why not! But don't think I will go easy on you during training."
With curiosity again, Azael asked, "But Arista... won't you read what's inside that letter?"
Arista had already told him to call her whatever he want. So he calls her by name sometimes and sister sometimes. Well she doesn't mind that. So he used both titles.
With a playful smile, she said, "Hehe, curious, are we? Well, you shouldn't worry about these things. I will talk with mother. You should just focus on training."
With a dejected sigh, Azael said, "Okay."
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Soon, the carriage reached the Palace of Ignivar.
With a calm expression, Arista said, "See you later, Azael. You did good today. Go and take some rest."
With a small smile, Azael replied, "Yeah. See you later."
Azael walked back toward his room.
On the way, he saw Isabel.
She was talking with another maid.
Then she glanced in Azael's direction. Her eyes widened slightly, and then relief washed over her face.
She said something to the other maid, who bowed to Isabel and left.
Then, with concern, she walked toward Azael.
Her heels click against the floor. Azael once again captivated by her appearance. Her face that always have strict and cold look was slightly worried.
Her breasts sway slightly with each step. They were strain agaisnt maid outfit. Having huge, round and perfect shape. cartoonishly narrow waist before flaring over hips that swayed with hypnotic weight.
With a worried expression, she asked, "Young Master, are you fine?"
'Hah, she's such a kind and hot woman,' Azael thought.
With a reassuring smile, he said, "Yes, I am. Look! Do you see any wound on me?"
With slight doubt, she replied, "Well, there is none..."
But her eyes behind those glasses shifted to his shoulder, where his shirt was torn.
With concern, she asked, "Why is your shirt torn there? Was it during a fight?"
Azael looked over his shoulder and smiled awkwardly.
Scratching his cheek, he nodded. "Yes... it was during a fight. Don't worry about it."
With a gentle nod, she said, "Please get some rest. I will bring food to your room. You must be hungry after all those fights."
With a cheerful smile, Azael said, "Hehe, I will appreciate it. Please bring it."
She bowed respectfully to him and left.
Azael observed her wide, swaying hips.
He really wanted to grab that big, soft, and squishy-looking buttocks of hers.
'Okay... I will start my plan for her from tomorrow.'
With determination, he walked toward his bedroom.