Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 42: An Idea

Currently, they were sitting on a bench in the garden of the Ignivar house.

Azael looked forward calmly, a faint smile on his face. "I am glad... we were able to talk."

Isabel nodded slightly, her cheeks still faintly flushed from the earlier hug. "Hmm... me too. It’s better than trying to avoid you and hide."

Azael turned his head slightly and looked at her from the side, his expression curious.

"By the way..." he paused for a moment before speaking again. "I never asked you, but... can you tell me about your husband? How you two met? Where you live? Now that I think about it... I don’t know much about you."

Hearing his question, Isabel fell silent for a moment, thinking.

Her expression turned slightly distant as she recalled the past.

"It was... three years ago when I met him," she said softly. "His name is Michel. He has a clothing shop in this city. It’s just a small shop, nothing fancy."

Azael nodded with interest, leaning back slightly. "Oh... continue. I’m listening."

Isabel gave a small nod and continued, her tone calm.

"I visited his shop a few times to buy clothes. He used to talk a lot with me... now that I think about it... he was probably trying to flirt with me." She gave a faint, amused smile. "Well, we became good friends. I don’t think I had any male friend who was as close as Michel."

Azael smirked slightly, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Lucky him to have such a good friend."

Isabel shook her head lightly, smiling. "Young Master, don’t jest."

Azael raised his hands slightly in surrender, still smiling.

Isabel then looked ahead again, her expression turning softer.

"Then one day... he proposed to me."

Azael raised his eyebrows slightly. "Oh... confessed his love to you?"

Isabel nodded gently. "Yes... more like he asked for my hand in marriage."

Azael let out a small breath. "Okay... he was fast. Not trying to date, but directly marriage. Then you accepted him... because you loved him?"

Isabel paused again.

Her expression became a little complicated.

"Well... at that time, I accepted it... for many reasons. Not because I loved him."

Azael’s eyes narrowed slightly with curiosity. "What were the reasons?"

Isabel folded her hands gently on her lap, her gaze lowering slightly.

"I was already past the usual age to marry someone... you know... for women, age 20 to 25 is considered the ideal time for marriage. Mostly among commoners. Since many commoners don’t have much talent in magic, they cannot focus on it... so they marry early."

She paused briefly before continuing.

"Also... I was alone. I don’t have parents. So... I wanted someone to call my family. At that time, I was close to him and felt comfortable with him... so I accepted it."

Azael’s expression remained calm, but inside—

’Lucky bastard!’

He hid his thoughts well and simply nodded.

"That makes sense..."

The two of them continued talking.

Azael asked more questions—about Michel’s shop, where she lived, and other small details about her life.

Isabel answered calmly, her tone gentle.

The conversation flowed naturally between them.

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Next Day

The carriage moved through the streets of Elaris City, bearing the insignia of the Ignivar Family.

Inside, Azael sat comfortably, his gaze distant as he thought about something important.

What should I do... he wondered, thinking about how to make Isabel his woman.

Soon, the carriage came to a stop a short distance away from a park.

Azael stepped out and stretched his arms lightly. He was wearing simple, casual clothes that didn’t make him look like a noble at all.

It was evening time.

The sky was painted in shades of orange and purple, and a cool breeze passed through the streets.

Azael began to walk slowly.

People moved along their own paths, some returning home after work, some talking with friends. Children were still playing, though a few were being called back by their parents.

It was a peaceful and pleasant scene.

After a short walk, Azael entered the park.

Tall trees lined the pathways, their leaves rustling softly in the wind. A few lamps had already been lit, casting a warm glow around.

He found an empty wooden bench and sat down.

Leaning back slightly, he stared ahead, lost in thought. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Aeternum Academy still has more than two months before it starts...

He was making good progress. In just a few days, he would be able to break through his first core. That was good news.

But his mind wasn’t focused on that.

It was on Isabel.

Just yesterday, they had made up. They had both decided to act as if nothing had happened between them.

But now... it was time to take the next step.

As he sat there thinking, someone suddenly came and sat on the same bench.

The person let out a tired sigh.

Azael turned his head slightly and looked at her.

She was a woman with maroon-colored hair. She wasn’t as breathtaking as the women in his family, but she was still beautiful. Her figure was attractive, her body well-shaped, and her presence eye-catching.

But her face... She looked exhausted. Her eyes were dull, and her expression carried a heavy sadness.

Azael looked at her for a moment, then spoke.

"Hello..."

The woman didn’t even look at him.

"I am not in the mood. Find someone else," she replied coldly.

Azael was slightly taken aback, but he didn’t stop.

"Hello, I was just asking why you look sad and tired," he said curiously.

The woman sighed again and stared ahead.

"I am just tired of my work... I hate it," she said in a low voice.

Azael raised his brow slightly.

"What job?"

She finally turned her head and looked at him with a confused expression.

"It seems you don’t know..." she said, then added calmly, "I am a prostitute."

Azael paused for a moment, then nodded.

"I see... so you are tired of your work. Then why don’t you just leave it? You can find another respectable job."

The woman let out a bitter laugh.

"I can’t leave it," she said. "I have a contract with a brothel. I cannot leave before the next ten years. Or they might kill me."

Azael’s expression turned slightly serious.

"It’s a mana contract," she continued. "A serious one. If one side breaks the deal... there will be backlash. Maybe even death."

Azael nodded slowly.

The woman looked away again.

"I wish... I could live like a normal woman too," she said softly. "But I was forced to work in a brothel at an early age... my drunk mother sold me."

Azael didn’t ask for her story. But she continued speaking anyway. Her voice was heavy, filled with sadness.

"I just wanted a normal life... to marry someone... and have a family with them..."

Azael watched her sad expression. And felt pity for her.

It was sad seeing them like this.

"So...is this your usual place? You come here daily? To find...men.."

She nodded.."Yes...I come here to find customers."

Azael didn’t knew what to do about this. Should he help her to achieve what she wanted.

But does he really need to do that. He was not a bad man. Rather he was selfish.

When he wanted something. He takes them even if it might be bad thing to do.

Suddenly an idea formed in his head.

’I can try doing that...’