Chapter 159 - Girls' Night

Azriel got upset and shot back, “I know what it feels like. Your heart pounds. It’s sweet and fluttering. That’s what it’s like, isn’t it?”

“Well, that’s not wrong. You clearly feel that way in the beginning. It’s light and fluttery. But do you know what happens when such emotions deepen?” Lexina waved her hand, chuckling. “Nothing goes your way. What you thought was yourself until now changes recklessly. That person enters your heart without permission and takes everything, not allowing you to do anything else. Such a bad man!”

“…”

“Even if you want to, you can’t stop it. If I could do that, I would’ve given up His Majesty a long time ago.” Lexina gulped down the wine again. She looked in the air and wept. Then, she roughly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand as if showing her tears hurt her pride. “If I could, I would’ve given up! That man didn’t even look at me, but why did he give his mayflower to you, who just appeared out of nowhere? Looking at that made me really, really sad. Waah!”

At last, the lady burst into laughter. Azriel removed the mayflower decoration behind her ear in a flurry. “Well, I refused, so…”

“Who do you think you are that you can refuse him? I know you are an amazing wizard! I know you are such a beauty, but…!” Lexina cried.

“Umm, Lady. I refused anyway, and Charles also understood. So, you don’t have to be concerned about—”

“Lies! You will marry him!” Lexina yelled.

“I said that I won’t,” Azriel said.

“How can you be sure? The reason for your refusal is also strange! How can I trust your refusal when you don’t even know your heart? You will marry him and become queen!” Lexina accused her.

“Lady, you are very drunk. Stop drinking,” Azriel said.

“You’ll marry him and you won’t even let me drink? I hate you,” Lexina sobbed.

It was her fault that she attempted to have a conversation with a drunk. Lexina began crying out loud at last. Being at a loss for what to do, Azriel looked at her, sat closer, and patted her. As someone was comforting her, Lexina now began crying in Azriel’s arms. “I-I’ve lived… all my life…” She choked on another sob. “…only looking at him. Ugh, you just popped out of nowhere.”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry,” Azriel said.

“Why do you apologize? Are you pitying me now? Ugh, I-I’m not someone to be… pitied. Do you see it?” Lexina cried.

“I’m not pitying you… I’m sorry,” Azriel replied.

“Again, you apologized! Don’t! Don’t do it!” Lexina continued sobbing. “It’s like saying, ‘I’m sorry I got him instead of you.’ Wow. You are so full of yourself.”

“Well, I did refuse him. I said His Majesty also accepted it,” Azriel said.

“How can I trust that? There’s no way you could refuse him! Waah… You are a liar…” Lexina said.

“How can I make you trust me?” Azriel asked.

“Then, you drink, too! I’m the only one who’s being a mess! It’s unfair!” Lexina, who had been wetting the front of Azriel’s dress, suddenly held out the wine bottle she was holding.

Dumbfounded, Azriel looked at the bottle and Lexina in turn and sighed. “Excuse me, Lady. This has nothing to do with that.”

“Look at that! You won’t drink it! It was a lie after all! Waah…” Lexina wept.

Trying to convince a drunk with words was meaningless. Azriel stared at Lexina, who seemed to be sorrowful, and finally received the bottle because she somehow felt sorry. “I will drink only one sip. Will you trust me, then?”

“Yes. Let’s drink and forget about everything!” Lexina yelled.

“I don’t know what we need to forget…” Azriel sighed, taking the glass on the bench and pouring wine into it. It smelled strong. It seemed to be an alcohol of high concentration. Azriel, who had never drunk before, did not know her drinking capacity, just like Lexina. She would have only pretended to drink if she knew that she would be drunk with just a sip. However, Azriel did not know that and drank the wine. A sip was enough to make her flush.