Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 44: Inside Her Chamber

Next morning.

Azael sat on a bench in the training hall, thinking about something very deeply.

Clang!

Clang!

Other knights and guards were training around him.

"What are you thinking so deeply about, Azael?" Arista asked, staring at him with slight amusement.

Her violet eyes were curious.

Azael, who had been thinking about how to get enough money, was pulled out of his thoughts.

His eyes fell on Arista, who was sitting beside him. "It’s nothing... just random things..."

"Oh come on. I could tell you were thinking about something very important," she said with a mischievous smile.

Azael thought for a while and did not reply to her immediately.

He drew a slow breath, his gaze settling on his sister before he finally spoke. "I need to borrow some money."

Arista raised her brow in surprise. "Money? Well, we have a lot of money... so it’s not a problem. How much do you want?"

"Oh good... it’s not much. I just wanted 20,000 gold coins," he said casually. He didn’t think he could get that much from her.

"Oh, just 20,0– wait?!" She looked at him with a shocked expression. "20,000 gold coins! Why do you want that much?"

Azael felt like cursing. "Well... I needed it for some personal use... why... is it too much?" he asked in a nervous voice.

"Well... you do know that a commoner with 20 gold coins could live a whole month comfortably. And you are asking for money worth a thousand people’s monthly income."

She looked at him with a questioning face, not understanding why Azael was asking for so much money.

"Oh... so it’s not possible... sorry, I–"

"Well, but as I said we have a lot. You can take that much."

Now Azael went silent. ’First she was surprised and shocked at why I was asking so much money. And then she’s saying I could take that much,’ he thought while shaking his head.

"To be honest, you never used any money. I don’t even know if you have ever used more than a hundred coins in a month. If you were to know how much Liana... our sister... spends monthly, you would be baffled," she said with a huge smile while talking about Liana.

"How much?" he asked curiously.

"Maybe around 5,000 coins. She actually gets that much money monthly as pocket money. She mostly spends it on shopping and buying expensive things... at least I think so."

’Crazy! Why didn’t I take money before?’ Azael tried to remember the old Azael’s memories.

Azael did remember the memory in which he had refused to get monthly money. He mostly used to spend his time in his room and bed.

He rarely needed money, so it was natural that he didn’t need much. Still, he used to get occasional money. And that was all Azael currently had.

"So... Arista... can you give it to me?"

She gazed at him... then said, "Come to my room... I need to talk with you first. Only then I can decide whether to give it to you or not."

Azael looked at Arista for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright. I’ll come," he said.

Arista stood up from the bench and stretched her arms slightly. The sounds of metal clashing echoed across the training hall as knights continued sparring.

"Good," she said. "Now stop thinking about money and show me your fireball spell again. The one you learned today."

Azael caught the wand and stood up. "Again? I already did it ten times."

"And you will do it ten more," Arista replied calmly. "Even if you learned it perfectly, you still need to practice."

Azael clicked his tongue but walked toward the practice area anyway.

He raised his hand and took a deep breath.

Mana gathered around his palm, slowly forming a small sphere of heat and light. The air around his hand began to distort slightly from the heat.

"Focus," Arista said while watching him carefully. "Yes, you are doing it correctly. Remember, you need to learn this well enough that you can cast this spell in a few seconds."

The fireball flickered for a moment, then stabilized into a small, bright orange sphere.

"Good. Now release."

Azael thrust his hand forward.

Whoosh!

The fireball shot forward and hit the training dummy, exploding into sparks and flames on impact.

Arista nodded slightly. "Better than before."

Azael sighed. "You really enjoy making me suffer, don’t you?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation. "Now again."

They continued training for nearly an hour. Azael repeatedly formed fireballs. After that, they even had sword training, where he was beaten by her quite thoroughly.

By the end of the training, Azael’s clothes were slightly sweaty and his mana was nearly exhausted.

"Alright, that’s enough for today," Arista said. "Go wash up. Then come to my room."

Azael nodded tiredly. "Yeah, yeah."

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After returning to his chamber, Azael took a bath and changed his clothes. He wore black trousers and a clean white shirt. After arranging his black hair in the mirror, he left his room and walked through the hallway toward Arista’s chamber.

He stopped in front of her door and knocked.

"Arista. I came."

From inside, her voice came calmly, "Come inside. The door is open."

Azael slid the door open and entered.

The room was spacious and looked luxurious, befitting the heir of a duke family. However, it was not decorated in a very feminine way. The room looked elegant but simple, with bookshelves, a weapon rack, and a large bed near the wall.

Azael walked toward the sofa at the corner and sat down.

He could hear water running from inside the bathroom.

Then Arista’s voice came from inside the bathroom.

"Azael, I forgot to take my clothes inside. They are on the bed. Pass them to me."

Azael turned his head and saw the clothes folded neatly on the bed. They were her casual clothes: a sky-blue blouse shirt and trousers.

He stood up, picked up the clothes, and walked toward the bathroom door.

"I’m passing them," he said.

The door opened slightly, and a tanned hand came out from inside. Her hand was slightly wet, with water droplets still on her skin.

’She’s naked on the other side...’ Azael gulped down his saliva while thinking about her exposed figure.

’She must be so hot and sexy!’

She took the clothes from his hand.

"Thank you," she said from inside, then closed the door again.

Azael walked back to the sofa and sat down, leaning back while looking at the ceiling.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he started to think about the main problem.

’Now comes the real problem,’ he thought.

’How am I going to explain why I need 20,000 gold coins...’

At first he was going to tell her that he was just joking about wanting 20,000 gold coins.

In truth he didn’t need that much. To buy that woman named Ria, he needed 10,000 gold coins. He had just said 20,000 for fun.

But then she said he could get that much. No problem.

Now he could not back out. Just then the door of the bathroom opened. Arista stepped into the bedroom.

Once again Azael was mesmerized by her appearance.

Her beautiful crimson hair hung loose and slightly damp, cascading over her back and shoulders. Strands clung to the fabric of her sky-blue shirt, darkening the material in faint, sensual patches where the moisture had soaked through.

The shirt hugged her figure perfectly, clinging to the generous curves of her full breasts and accentuating their lush shape with every subtle movement. Beneath it, her waist was slender yet toned. He had seen those abs many times at the training hall.

The shirt was neatly tucked into her trousers, which clung to the dramatic flare of her wide hips. Those hips looked almost sinful in their perfection, leading down to long, powerful thighs that could make any man weak with the mere thought of touching them.

’Oh God!’