Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 47: Let’s Do It!

Azael left the chamber, leaving Arista stunned.

She stood there for a while. Then her right hand lifted and touched her right cheek.

A soft blush appeared.

"W-what the hell? What was that?! How can he kiss me!"

She said in a loud voice. Her face held irritation, clearly not pleased with Azael’s actions.

She sat back on the sofa, leaning her back against it.

Sigh.

She calmed down slowly.

Firstly, the information about him trying to get close to Isabel.

When she heard it from Liana, she was shocked. But again, it didn’t matter to her... but Isabel was married.

In Arista’s eyes, Azael was someone who grew mostly away from others. There was a time when he was close to Isabel when he was a kid.

She thought maybe that was the reason why he fell for her.

She didn’t scold him and even gave him money because of the soft spot she had for Azael.

He had spent many years on bed because of weak mana flow.

But now he was okay, so she didn’t want to stop him from what he wanted to do.

’Still... falling in love with a married woman? That’s absurd. I know Isabel. She’s not someone who will just go to any man because of money... poor Azael... he’s going to get heartbroken soon.’ She thought while shaking her head.

For her, Azael was a novice. He had no experience with women. So it would be much harder for him to make Isabel fall in love.

Then what Azael said came to her mind.

’It’s alright. If I am not able to get her... then I have you, my dear Arista.’

A small smile unknowingly came to her.

’Guess... I have to comfort him once he comes heartbroken. Like a good sister.’

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Three days went on.

Nothing much happened.

Azael continued to train with Arista like usual.

Though she was harsher on him because he kissed her on the cheek.

Today—

Just after noon.

Azael left the mansion and headed toward the market of Elaris City.

It was late afternoon.

The city was lively as always. Merchants shouted to advertise their goods, children ran through the streets, and the smell of grilled meat and fresh bread filled the air.

Nobles in carriages passed through the main road while commoners walked along the sides carrying baskets and goods.

Azael walked calmly through the crowd, his hands in his pockets, his mind focused on what he was about to do.

’I need everything to be perfect,’ he thought.

After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a small shop. The shop looked old and slightly dusty, but the display outside was filled with different kinds of masks.

There were masks of demons, animals, nobles, clowns, warriors, and even some painted in gold and silver. Some looked scary, some funny, and some elegant.

Azael stepped inside.

An old shopkeeper looked up at him. "Welcome. Looking for a mask?"

Azael nodded and started looking around.

He ignored the fancy masks and the scary ones. Instead, he searched for something simple. Something that wouldn’t attract too much attention but would still hide his identity.

After a few minutes, he found it.

A plain white round mask.

It had a simple black curved smile drawn on the lips area, and the eye holes were slightly curved upward, giving the mask a calm but strange expression. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Azael picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds.

"This one," he said.

The shopkeeper nodded and told him the price. Azael paid for it and put the mask inside his storage ring.

After leaving the mask shop, he walked further into the market and entered a clothing shop.

Inside, there were many outfits displayed. Noble clothes, travel clothes, guard uniforms, and casual wear.

Azael walked around and chose a completely black outfit.

A black shirt with a black blazer. The tie was also black. And black trousers.

He bought all of them and went into the changing room.

The black shirt fit him perfectly, the blazer made his shoulders look broader, and the black tie gave him a noble and mature look. Combined with the black trousers, he looked completely different from his usual self.

He then took out the white mask from his storage ring and slowly put it on his face.

He walked toward the mirror and looked at himself.

A tall young man in a completely black outfit, wearing a plain white smiling mask, stared back at him.

For a few seconds, he just looked at himself.

Then suddenly he laughed.

"Oh my... I look like a mysterious person," he said, laughing like an idiot.

He turned his head left and right, checking himself from different angles.

"Not bad... not bad at all."

After a moment, he pulled off the mask and put it back into his storage ring. Then he left the clothing shop.

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After that, Azael walked toward the park.

The same park where he usually met Ria. He sat on the bench and waited.

He hadn’t made any plan with her, so he could only hope that she would come like always.

Time passed slowly.

The sun began to move toward the horizon, and the sky slowly turned orange.

People came and left the park. Children stopped playing and went home with their parents. The air became cooler as evening approached.

Azael leaned back on the bench, looking at the sky.

’I hope she comes today...’

Just when the sun was about to set, he saw her.

Ria walked into the park slowly, her steps calm as always. She looked tired but peaceful.

Then her eyes fell on Azael.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise when she saw his completely black outfit. He looked very different from before—more mature, more serious, somewhat... dangerous, more charming and handsome.

Azael smirked slightly when he saw her reaction.

He stood up from the bench and looked at her.

"Hello..." he said calmly. "Everything is ready... let’s get you out."

"Hah... you are fast... you seem more eager than me to get myself free," she said with a chuckle.

"Well... it seems love makes you do a lot of things."

Azael himself was surprised at the things he was doing to get Isabel.