#Azel & Emma

[kagarisdorayaki]

ahhhhh they are so cuteee! and she is so PRETTY! EMMA!!!! 🫶🏻

[judesmoonbeauty]

Quick Quip from Licht Klein’s Act 2 Ch. 10 - w/Azel

Just a quick quip from chapter 10 summary t/l - not 100%. Idk why, but I can’t help but laugh at Azel and his salesman ways 😝

///denotes alt translation

After waking from a dream about the rose in the rose garden, Emma receives a knock at her door. It’s Azel. It’s the middle of the night and he lets himself into her room.

Emma asks if this is common Tanzanite etiquette. He says it’s not but he doesn’t really care. He is there with an offer. 

Azel gives Emma three packages to choose from - each costing money from her - he’s not helping out the goodness of his heart. 

The lowest option plan is delivery service of a letter he offers one way and round-trip deliveries, but the cost will vary.

The middle plan includes a monitoring service of Licht and his well-being, & the letter delivery service.

The high option plan of Azel his authority to bring Licht back.

Since Emma can’t afford to pay out, she chooses option 3 the most affordable package.

He congratulates her for her choice and offers to bless her letter at an additional service fee………(🙄 oh god.)

Emma thinks that when Azel is silent he really seems like a god, but as soon as he opens his mouth he seems strangely vulgar///mundane.

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I’m planning to translate summaries of each chapter once I complete his first ending. There is part of this conversation where his veil is slightly lifted imo and it gives me a little reassurance of some theories I have about him. This will be posted later.

[clavissionary-position]

Azel: Knock knock.

Emma: Who's there?

Azel: Azel.

Emma: Azel who?

Azel: A-

[norel-ravenclaw]

Ikepri: Modern Prince AU

- casual clothes 2/2 -

Is my taste all the same? Yes, yes it is. Please add your own ideas and taste for their wardrobe - I’d love to see everyone else’s ideas!

[kays-sunflowers]

my reaction to his entire route:

Azel Radwan: Dramatic Ending Epilogue

Dramatic Ending Ch. 25 His Side Story

Thank you @passthechloroform for providing the video for this chapter!

Tanzanite, with its god gone, did not change overnight.

People still revered Azel, and the markets were lined with commemorative coins and statues of him.

But to say that nothing had changed would also be untrue.

Before, every three steps you took in the city would lead you to a divination shop, but now their numbers had dwindled.

Instead, you could stumble upon bookstores, which had been impossible to find before, no matter how much you wandered around.

(Just as the letter said…)

(Tanzanite now presents a golden opportunity for booksellers to expand their market.)

*flashback*

Akatsuki: You want to do business in Tanzanite?

Emma: Yes. I thought that if we open a sales channel now, we might be able to establish a Tanzanite branch eventually.

Emma: Wouldn’t it be easier for the Owner, who travels to every country on the continent, to operate with several bases?

Akatsuki: …That makes sense.

Emma: Right? Actually, it seems Tanzanite is making a national effort to attract booksellers…

Emma: I think it’s a good opportunity to make a lot of money.

Akatsuki: Do you want to go?

Emma: If you’ll allow it.

Akatsuki: I’ll allow the business.

Emma: …!

Akatsuki: But, I won’t allow any unhealthy relationships before marriage.

Emma: Wh-What do you mean?

Akatsuki: Your objective is the dead god.

Akatsuki: He even sends you letters every time. How unsightly.

Emma: …Then, would you allow a healthy relationship?

Akatsuki: …

Akatsuki: If anything happens to you, I’ll kill that god.

*flashback over*

(I can’t tell the Owner about that night, not even if my mouth is torn apart.)

Just remembering it made me blush, and I shook my head as if to dispel those thoughts.

My objective today was market research –– to assess the demand and see what kind of books were needed. That was my job.

(Huh? There’s a crowd over there.)

(It doesn’t seem to be related to bookstores, but this is also part of market research.)

(I might be able to learn about the current trends in Tanzanite, so let’s go.)

I never imagined that my casual decision to join the crowd out of curiosity would ––

––lead to a tragedy later on.

-

Azel: …And?

Emma: …It was a soap shop.

Emma: They sell soap made by a famous perfumer, and it seems to have a reputation for smelling very good.

Emma: I thought I’d like to try it too… so I reached for it.

Azel: There must have been other selling points besides it smelling good.

Emma: ………… That it can captivate the person you’re interested in.

Azel: Sigh… Why do you fall for such obvious traps?

Emma: Because I wouldn’t think something like that would be sold openly in the city!

(This sense of déjà vu… I remember this.)

When I used the soap I bought at the market in the bath, my body started to feel strange by the time I got out.

The enchantingly pleasant scent gradually induced a feverish heat, making my skin unbearably sensitive.

The mere rubbing of my negligee against my skin made my stomach tingle strangely, and my heart pounded like a drum.

I felt like I could faint from shame at any moment.

Azel: Listen, Tanzanite is famous for its songs, dances, and harem.

Azel: It’s not uncommon for people from the harem to sell shady goods in the city to earn some extra money.

Emma: …I didn’t know that.

Azel: Think of “captivating the person you’re interested in” as a catchphrase for aphrodisiacs. It was a good lesson, wasn’t it?

(I never thought I’d experience this feeling again.)

The effects of this aphrodisiac seemed to be even stronger than the perfume mixed with the aphrodisiac ingredients from last time, and if I let my guard down, indecent sounds would escape my lips.

(…I want to cry…)

Azel: Hey, don't make that face like you're about to cry.

Azel: The quickest way to get rid of an aphrodisiac is–

*flashback*

Azel: In reality, an aphrodisiac will naturally leave your system with time.

Azel: All you can do is sleep or distract yourself, those are your two options.

*flashback over*

(I’ll just hide in the kitchen like last time, that’s what I’ll do.)

(I can’t let Azel see my unsightly behavior.)

In the middle of his lecture, I turned my back on him and reached for the door as if to escape.

Azel: Where are you going?

Emma: To cook.

Azel: Huh?

Emma: I’m going to cool my head, so please don’t mind me and go to sleep, Prince Azel.

Emma: Good night!

-

Emma: …Why are you following me!?

Azel: …I’m not following you. I’m thirsty.

Azel, who had followed me to the kitchen without a care in the world, poured water into a ceramic cup, just as he had said.

Even after taking a sip and wetting his throat, he showed no sign of leaving.

Azel: Do you want some too?

Emma: …

(Last time, you confined me here and left on your own.)

(…Thinking about it now, that was probably an act of mercy to prevent anyone from seeing my embarrassing behavior.)

(I’d like you to show me the same mercy this time…)

Azel: What is it? You’ve been staring at me.

Emma: You know what I want to say, right?

Azel: Not at all.

Emma: Leave me alone.

Azel: This is my castle.

Emma: Are you okay with being attacked by me?

I tried to push Azel out of the kitchen, but–

(H-He won’t budge…!)

He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and pity.

Azel: What are you doing?

Emma: You wicked god– Ah, no, you’re not a god anymore.

Emma: Um… Wicked person!

Azel: Congratulations on increasing your debt through insults.

Emma: …I understand. You don’t want tomorrow’s meal, then. It was going to be a special dish with meat.

Azel: If that’s what you wish, I’ll obediently return to my room. Goodbye.

(This tactic was the most effective after all.)

Azel briskly headed for the exit, but he turned around before leaving the kitchen.

Azel: However, you should know what an aphrodisiac is.

Azel: It’s actually easier to let it out than to endure it.

(…I know.)

My body, forcibly heated by the aphrodisiac, was aching to the point that I wanted to scratch it, and I unconsciously followed Azel's hand with my eyes.

(If I could just have his hand touch me…)

I slapped my cheeks with both hands as if to resist the temptation and shook my head.

Emma: Thank you for your concern. But I’m fine.

Azel: Why are you so stubborn?

Azel: We’ve already crossed the line.

Emma: …That’s true, but…

Emma: If you touch me like that night, I’ll probably become a mess.

Azel: It might be a good lesson.

Emma: …If Prince Azel were to hate me, I wouldn’t be able to recover.

Azel: Why would that happen?

(Because…)

Emma: You don’t have good memories of aphrodisiacs, do you?

*flashback*

Emma: In the first place, I’ve never used or even seen an aphrodisiac, so I don’t know what it’s like…

Azel: Huh? You’ve never seen one in your life?

Emma: Of course not!

Azel: There are people like that?

*flashback over*

(Because of his position as God, people around Azel-sama tried every trick in the book to get him interested in women.)

(I’ve never asked for details, but I’m sure he’s been tormented by unwanted aphrodisiacs.)

Azel: …Indeed, as you said, I’ve been through a lot with aphrodisiacs.

Azel: I have nothing but unpleasant memories of being forced to watch women lose control in front of me.

Emma: Then–

Azel: But you’re not…

Azel: …

Emma: …Prince Azel?

Azel: ..............

Azel: I hate being attacked.

Emma: I think anyone would.

Azel: That’s right. So I came up with a great idea.

(Huh, the atmosphere suddenly became ominous.)

Even though he was supposed to be heading outside, Azel came back to me for some reason.

When I casually tried to move away, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Emma: Ah…

An unfamiliar sensation set my entire body ablaze with shame, and I reflexively pushed back against his chest.

But instead of moving away, Azel brought his lips to my ear and breathed a sigh.

Azel: It’s fine to attack before you’re attacked, like this.

Emma: That’s not good, not good at all… Mm!

My ear was nibbled, and indecent gasps melted into the kitchen air.

Emma: No… This really… won’t end well… so… Ah.

The hand that had been resting on my waist slid down and slipped between my legs, along with my negligee.

With just a light touch, my vision went white, and my body trembled as my strength gave out.

Azel: How could you say you were fine in this state?

Azel lifted me up as I collapsed on the floor.

Emma: …I could… evaporate from embarrassment right now…

Azel: If you haven’t evaporated yet, you’ll be fine.

Azel carried me outside and headed for his room with quick steps.

Even the wind that enveloped my body brought me slight pleasure, and I felt a sensation of honey dripping from my lower abdomen.

Emma: ………… Prince Azel.

Azel: It’s not unpleasant or uncomfortable.

Azel: …You’re different from other women.

Just as he said, Azel didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. In fact, his slightly unfocused gaze seemed to reveal his true feelings.

Azel: I can stop if you’re seriously against it.

(Honestly, I’m scared… but…)

(…If… Azel… doesn’t mind…)

I grabbed Azel's clothes and exhaled as if to release the intense heat within me.

Emma: …Touch… me… please…

-

As soon as we returned to the room, Azel stripped me of my negligee and sat me on the bed, embracing me from behind.

Emma: Gasp... Ah...

The mere act of his palm cupping my breast sent a jolt through my core, and when he pressed against my hardened nipple, my vision blurred to white.

Each time his lips grazed my ear, a sweet nectar overflowed in response, and my whole body trembled as his finger, coated with it, slipped inside me.

Even after all this, the aphrodisiac still lingered in my body, and my hips moved involuntarily, matching the rhythm of his finger swirling within me.

Emma: Nn... ...Aah...

Azel effortlessly supported me as I slumped against him, limp.

Azel: Are you alive?

Emma: Barely... alive...

Azel: That's good to hear.

Azel: Learn from this and never touch those "captivate your beloved" concoctions again.

Azel: Besides, even without using such things––

Azel: ...

Emma: ...Even without?

Azel: Why are you so focused on that part?

Emma: Nn...! Don't touch me th-there... aaah!

He hooked a finger around the sensitive swell, now slick with nectar, and another burst of wicked pleasure exploded from my core.

My breath hitched, hot and ragged, and my consciousness almost drifted off into a dream.

Azel: You make that kind of face too, huh?

Azel: ...I feel like I'm the one who's been ravished, even though I'm the one who attacked you.

(I'm... too scared to ask what kind of face I'm making... but...)

Azel's expression as he gazed at me was so alluring it made my heart ache.

That unexpected, worldly expression, so far removed from his usual sanctity—

Our eyes met, and our lips found each other as if drawn together by an invisible force.

(I've had enough of aphrodisiacs... )

(But if it means I can see that look on your face when you desire me... maybe it's not all bad.)

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(Suspicious Solicitation)

※ This letter has been sent to all booksellers ※

In Tanzanite, a city overflowing with tourist attractions, bookstores are opening one after another.

With the decline of divination, once a symbolic industry of the nation, the demand for knowledge is on the rise.

Furthermore, the nation is currently offering generous support to foreign booksellers, allowing you to start your business immediately.

Tanzanite is now a dreamland where anyone with the skills of a bookseller can easily become a business owner – an opportunity no one in the trade would want to miss.

So, what do you think? It's piqued your interest, hasn't it? It would be a shame to let this big-money chance slip away.

We are currently offering passage to Tanzanite at a special price.

If you are interested in visiting, please contact us at the address below.

P.S. This letter has been sent to all booksellers. Don't try to investigate this offer with your colleagues out of suspicion.

Also, we don't particularly need you to come quickly, nor do we necessarily want a reply.

Don't misunderstand... Absolutely do not misunderstand.

Azel Radwan

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FIN

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Both Endings Epilogue

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[reccyls]

more reasons to throw azel's dad into the sea

Emma: In other countries, we'd call this a jail cell.

Azel: Oh, is that so? This is actually one of my rooms.

Azel: I was locked up a lot as a child.

Azel: There was that time I tried to run away, of course. But also if I wasn't able to do fortune-telling correctly, or when I made a mistake.

Azel: The old man always said he was doing it out of love.

[otomehoneyybearr]

Azel Radwan Bonus Story!

Our First XX with the Twisted God This story contains NSFW content, Minors please DNI

This follows the Fake Lovers Event Story, so please read @shatcey’s summary here before continuing ❤️

After becoming a true couple with the living god, Prince Azel—now simply Azel—that particular misfortune happened once again.

Azel: "Are you stupid?"

Emma: "I don’t have an excuse."

(That was careless of me.)

Fresh out of the bath, my body felt unnaturally warm, and my breathing became shallow without me realizing it.

The urge to curl up and claw at my own skin was painfully familiar.

Azel: "This has happened before, hasn’t it? The soap in the bath being swapped for one laced with an aphrodisiac."

Azel: "And it was the exact same soap as last time, wasn’t it?"

Emma: "Now that you mention it, I thought it smelled a little different, but I didn’t think much of it..."

Azel: "Your sheer idiocy almost brings me to tears."

Emma: "I-I’m sorry."

Azel: "...So? Why are you clinging to my clothes like that?"

Emma: "If possible... um..."

Azel: "No."

Emma: "I haven’t even said anything yet."

Azel: "Do people affected by aphrodisiacs really have the luxury of making requests?"

Emma: "Ugh..."

(He knows I want him to touch me.)

(I was going to set aside my shame and ask, but he’s tough to convince.)

From the start, Azel hasn’t met my gaze even once. It feels like he’s purposely trying not to have me in his line of sight.

(…But his ears are a little red.)

(It doesn’t seem like he’s upset or disgusted. If anything he looks… embarrassed?)

Emma: "I’m your lover… aren’t I, Azel?"

Azel: "As I always say, you’re a self-proclaimed one."

Emma: "Even a self-proclaimed lover is still a lover."

I deliberately moved into Azel’s line of sight, and his faint blush seemed to deepen.

Emma: "Please help your self-proclaimed lover."

Azel: "...Absolutely not."

Azel: "More importantly, shouldn’t you do something about your appearance first?"

Emma: "I’m just wearing my usual nightgown."

Azel: "Put something over it."

Emma: "It’s... too hot."

Azel: "Shall I throw you outside, then?"

Emma: "…You twisted god."

Azel: "Twisted and proud."

Emma: "…"

Azel: "Please stop looking at me like that."

Emma: "Then how am I supposed to look at you?"

Perhaps growing impatient, Azel grabbed my shoulders to push me toward the bed.

Emma: "Mm…!"

(Even just a slight touch makes me feel this way…)

The hands on my shoulders quickly withdrew, as if startled.

Azel: "Don’t make weird noises; it’s awkward enough as it is."

Emma: "You’re asking for the impossible!"

Emma: "…I’m doing my best to hold back."

Azel: "Then try harder."

Emma: "I would if I could!"

Emma: "I know it’s improper, but..."

(The last time I was affected by an aphrodisiac, I endured it until the effects wore off.)

(But now… the person I love is right in front of me.)

(It’s the same aphrodisiac, yet I feel like I can’t hold out this time.)

(Isn’t it normal to want the person you love to touch you…?)

Abandoning all reason, I threw myself into Azel’s chest.

Azel: "Hey…!"

Emma: "…I can’t help it. I love you, Azel!"

Azel: "..."

Azel: "............"

Emma: "Is it… really no good?"

Azel: "……"

Looking up at him, I saw Azel’s gaze wandering, as if struggling with something internally.

Eventually, he rested his forehead against my shoulder in defeat.

Azel: "…Just for today. Don’t expect me to help next time."

Emma: "Ah…!"

Suddenly, his tongue brushed against my neck, and my knees almost gave out.

(This... is far more intense than I expected...)

As soon as Azel decided to go along with it, his resistance from earlier felt like a distant memory.

As he skillfully teased my neck, I had to clutch his clothes just to keep myself upright.

Every little breath seemed to set my hypersensitive, aphrodisiac-affected body ablaze, making me unable to stop the sounds that escaped my lips.

Emma: "Ah… wait… I need a break—"

Azel: "I can’t hear you."

Emma: "Ah…!"

He boldly kneaded my chest over the nightgown, making my back arch involuntarily.

The overwhelming sensations exceeded my limit, and I eventually collapsed onto the floor.

Azel: "You were the one who asked for this."

Emma: “I… didn’t know."

Azel: "Didn’t know what?"

Emma: "That an aphrodisiac could… make me feel this out of control…"

Azel: "Good. Consider it a lesson learned."

Azel: "…Not that I’m stopping now."

Emma: "Huh?"

Azel sat cross-legged and pulled me toward him.

Before I knew it, I was completely nestled between his knees, with no way to escape.

Emma: "P-Please, go easy on me…"

Azel: "Did you say something?"

Emma: "Ah…!"

His hand slipped inside my collar, directly brushing against the sensitive peak of my chest, teasing it relentlessly.

I wanted him to stop—but at the same time, I didn’t. It was agonizing, yet I yearned for more—a confusing, overwhelming mix of emotions. Despite this, my body involuntarily tried to retreat.

But my body couldn’t keep up with my feelings, and I unconsciously tried to pull away. Azel pinned me down with his knees and slid a hand between my legs.

(I… feel like I’m losing my mind…)

The wet sounds stirred up a deeper heat within me, making my body grow even hotter.

Emma: “Ah… It’s… too much…”

Azel: "…Already at your limit? That’s not my problem. After all, I’m the so-called twisted god."

Emma: "Aah…!"

A sharp pinch of his fingers left my mind blank.

(It’s frightening… how good this feels.)

The tears spilling from the corners of my eyes were wiped away by a slightly rough kiss.

(Huh…?)

Getting a closer look, I realized something strange.

He furrowed his brows as if enduring some inner torment, and when our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze.

Emma: "Could it be that…?"

Emma: "The aphrodisiac affected you too, Azel?"

Azel: "What?"

Emma: “You look like you’re suffering just as much as I am.”

Azel: “Are you an idiot? Don’t spout nonsense when you can’t even read the mood.”

Azel’s scowl deepened as he leaned in to bite my ear.

Emma: “Ahh! Not my ears!”

Azel: "Don’t complain."

Emma: "Hyah!"

His tongue traced the edge of my ear, teasing it mercilessly and my mind went blank again.

But Azel didn’t stop.

Azel: "Damn it… I thought I hated women under the influence of aphrodisiacs."

Azel: "…But when you show me this side of you, how could I possibly hold back?"

Emma: "W-Wait… n-no… stop!"

Emma "If this keeps up, I’ll die!"

Azel: "You won’t die. If anything, I’m the one who feels like I’m about to die."

Emma: "That’s ridiculous—"

(Wait…)

Using what little rationality I had left; I pressed myself against Azel’s chest.

Through the fabric, I felt a heartbeat pounding just as wildly as mine—if not more so.

Emma: "...Even though I’m just your self-proclaimed lover?"

Azel: "..."

(Thank goodness.)

(...It doesn’t seem like I’m the only one caught up in this.)

Azel may be twisted, cunning, and utterly dishonest, but his actions and expressions spoke louder than anything.

That realization made me happy. I wanted to know more about him. Perhaps it was that very feeling that made me cling to him so desperately as the effects of the aphrodisiac coursed through me.

Azel: “What’s with that grin? Still have the energy to be smug, huh?”

Emma: “N-not at all! I’m completely at my limit here!”

With a tug, he slipped the nightgown off my body, his relentless touch left no part of me unclaimed.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that my body stopped obeying me. My protests melted into incoherent cries, and I could only shake my head in vain.

I desperately shook my head to signal I’d reached my limit, but my lips were sealed in a kiss.

When I peeked through half-lidded eyes, I realized I wasn’t the only one nearing my breaking point.

Those mystical, star-filled eyes spoke more than any words could.

Azel: “Just so you know… this isn’t because I like you or anything sentimental like that.”

Azel: “This is... a matter of primal instinct, nothing more."

Emma: “….”

Azel: “So don’t look at me like that. This is just the aphrodisiac at work.”

Emma: “Didn’t you just call me an idiot earlier when I suggested the same thing?”

Azel: “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Either way, this is purely the aphrodisiac’s fault.”

Azel: “Definitely not because of your … allure or anything like that.”

Azel: “Absolutely not.”

Emma: “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

I chuckled at his roundabout confession, but he quickly stripped me of even that fleeting moment of levity.

Though the aphrodisiac might have started this, the way my body ached for him made it clear—it wasn’t just the drug.

(This feeling… it’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way.)

▼・ᴥ・▼

[romromi]

[caffedrine]

I feel bad for the 3 new princes in the time travel event

It’s taking them forever to realize they’ve time traveled.

Azel thinks that he’s dreaming and can do whatever he wants (which is beating up bandits while Emma gazes at him adoringly)

Kagari thinks that Emma is playing a prank on him (instead of engaging in sexy times)

And Matias thinks that she’s trying to dump him.

I guess he has to go back to his imaginary wife.

[kagarisdorayaki]

Azel i love you, and your route.

thanks to @aishangotome for translating his route and also others for providing clips so she can translate such a majestic route.

It's all understandable now why Azel's route was first when everyone anticipated it as last. Gilbert, who gave same mysterious aura like Azel, had his route last as it connects ALL the major spoilers. while Azel's

marks beginning of everything that will happen in new princes' routes and also (maybe) upcoming sequels.

@shatcey you wanted to see my thoughts on the last chaps of his romantic end, here they are... unlike Gilbert who is bound to die in other's route (unless somebody pursues him not to like Chev in his sequel), Azel didn't want to die but instead wanted to free himself and his people from the blind ties of god, and i think he won't die, even in other's routes. we can see in his romantic end, while he is holding meeting with others, that he will help the Tanzanite in the situations they cannot deal in and with how his end marks the beginning of triple alliance (?) there are chances he might appear in the new princes' routes after the Tanzanite doomsday play and help them as he mentioned in his romantic end that he'll help them in their specific goals now that his aim is completed.

Seeing how intelligent he is and how huge his secret network is in Tanzanite.

More than that, I really really loved Emma in this route, she is such a slay especially in the part where she is ready to wield a sword, which she learned while being belle, to protect Azel (as he have trauma of blood and avoid sharp objects like knife and sword), their dynamic is so fun and cute🥹

oh and also, Kagari teasing Azel about his infatuation rumors at the end was def not on my list.

Clavis like always was the best man xD

overall, Azel's route really satisfied me, in my opinion.

there are more things to say but I need some time to gather my thoughts after the angst by the end of his romantic route.

ps: english is my second language so expect grammatical mistakes and also take speculations with a grain of salt above as these are assumptions based on Azel's lines in his route.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Licht Klein - Act2 - Ch 14 Quip- Azel’s, Kagari’s & Matthias’ Convo

Not exactly a quick quip, but I decided to focus on them. Not 100% accurate. Lots of pictures.

In a random house, in a random town or some unknown country, Azel, Kagari and Matthias are meeting. The boys are shocked that Azel actually brought them a dessert. 

(As a recap: At the last meeting - in Yves’ Act 2 Dramatic route - Kagari and Matthias were upset that they always brought snacks for everyone to enjoy, but Azel never does. So, yea it’s a big deal.) 

Kagari: It’s a lie. 

Matthias: Is it an illusion?

Azel: Now, feel free to eat it.

Azel: This is a confection made from rare fruits in the Oases of Tanzanite.

Kagari: I never thought the day would come you’d bring us a gift. (It’s a very sensitive subject for him) 😂 

Kagari: Matthias, be careful. Something is going to fall from the sky today.

Matthias: Is it snow?

Kagari: Wild boars. 

Matthias: Common sense dictates that wild boars won’t fall from the sky.

Kagari: That’s how strange this situation is. 

Kagari: What happened, Azel?

Azel: I made a lot of money. It wasn’t money from a foreign country, but from a guest. 

Azel: They gave me a lot, so I’ll share it with you.

Matthias: Pitiful.

Azel: In return, I allowed him to leave and took care of his problems.

Azel: Well, everything went according to my calculations.

Kagari: Is Rhodolite the gold mine?

Azel: Yea. As expected they explored the alliance in an open manner.

Azel: However, the guest was a muscle-brained prince who uses force to make his decisions….he’s not really a threat. 

Azel: I took as much money as I could and sent him back to his country.

Matthias: Pitiful. 

Kagari: That’s an evil face. He’s an evil god.

Azel: Rude. I am a good god. 

Azel: Matthias and Kagari will also be visited soon.

Azel: Please, don’t hinder my plans, okay?

Kagari: I know. Anyway, the muscle-brained prince, I want to meet him.

Azel: It might’ve been a good match for Demon Warrior Kagari.

Azel: It was the worst for me though.

Matthias: Are there any people you, a living god, are not good with?

Azel: Of course. I’m not a philanthropist who loves everyone.

Azel: The type of person who is blinded by love, forgets all reason and self-destructs.

Azel: I hate it - the most. (Cuts to Emma calling for Licht. Cuz that’s not foreshadowing at alllllll.)

[clavissionary-position]

Emma: Fortune favors the bold

Emma: And I boldly favor that dick

Azel: What

[dark-frosted-heart]

When the Holy Beast Falls - Azel

An “If you were lovers” story. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

If Prince Azel and I were lovers…

Sometimes the Living God of Tanzanite would visit the befriended nation Benitoite.

On those occasions, he’d always have me go with him.

I’d never hear something cute like “I’ll miss you” from the two-faced god who apparently brought me along just to push me around.

But I know his true intentions.

--

Emma: Prince Azel, I’m back. 

Azel: You’re late.

Emma: I brought everything you asked me to buy since you can’t go into town, so please forgive me.

Azel: That’s not the issue.

Prince Azel, who waited by the entrance, took the packages from me.

However, it didn’t seem like he was considering the packages and studied me.

Emma: …Are you hurt?

Azel: You can see I’m not.

Emma: Then what is it?

Azel: You’ve kept me waiting because you’ve been having fun in town.

Emma: H-how did you know? Is this God’s power— 

Azel: It’s all over your face.

(I guess I was grinning)

At my honest confession, Prince Azel pinched my cheek.

Azel: You got some nerve. I’ve been waiting for you to come back—

Emma: You’ve been waiting? For me?

Azel: …Don’t get the wrong idea. I asked you to get something for me.

Emma: That’s too bad. I thought if you were waiting for me, I’d rush back the next time.

Azel: Hurry back even if I’m not waiting. That’s a debtor’s responsibility. I’ll add this late fee to your debt.

Emma: Is that okay? The more debt you add, the more you won’t be able to let me go.

Azel: …You’re getting defiant.

(You’re so awkward, truly)

With a grim look on his face, Prince Azel turned his back on me and placed items he had me get on the table.

He went to check its contents, but his hand immediately stopped.

Azel: Emma…What is this?

Emma: It’s cute, isn’t it? I made a stop along the way to buy it.

Prince Azel held Benitoite’s popular “Living God doll” in his trembling hands.

It was a small doll in Prince Azel’s likeness that was said to bring many blessings, including luck with money, love, health, etc.

(It took me a while to buy it since there as a line)

Before he could throw it against the wall, I snatched the doll from Prince Azel’s hands and held it dearly.

Emma: I bought this separately from the money you gave me. I’m not giving it to you.

Azel: Get rid of things that aren’t wanted or needed.

Emma: I refuse. He’s cute, isn’t he?

Azel: Cute?! I think you mean repulsive.

I moved the doll out of Prince Azel’s reach as he tried to steal it back and stepped away from him.

Emma: Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it.

Azel: No one’s telling you to take care of it. I'm telling you to throw it away.

Emma: Throw away my beloved Prince Azel? I could never.

Azel [polite]: …I see, I see. Even with the real God present, you chose the doll and casted me aside. How cruel…This is a slight toward God. This blasphemy deserves divine punishment.

(Ah—)

Prince Azel deliberately covered his face with his hands and began sobbing.

I knew it was a trap, but it hurt my conscience to ignore him.

Emma: That’s not it. However, with this doll, I can be with Prince Azel even when I’m out running errands. It’s my way of showing how much I love you.

The instant I approached the god to butter him up, Prince Azel stopped his crocodile tears, took the doll from me, and tossed it into some corner of the room. 

Emma: Ah! That’s cruel—Mn?!

My eyes widened when he stopped my protest with a kiss.

Azel: Who’s the cruel one here? Cheater.

Emma: …Even though it’s a puppet of you.

Azel: If you want my blessings so much, I’ll give it to you. You’ll have to deal with it.

A large hand grabbed my chin and our lips met again.

The kisses of a holy, unrelated god were always so greedy, greedily exploring deep inside that it made you feel like you were going to fall.

(Why is every kiss so lewd…)

Even when I nipped his lip to tell him he was going too far, the two-faced god didn’t stop and instead started tickling my ear.

Emma: Mm…Mmm!

Azel: Don’t need the doll anymore? That’s wonderful.

Emma: Wro…ah

The fingers that were tickling my ear slid down my neck and under the collar of my blouse.

I hastily grabbed the hand that was going to defile me and looked into his mysterious, starry eyes.

Emma: I can’t return to my room anymore, can I?

Azel [polite]: A message from God. You should not be alone tonight for there are bad omens.

Emma: …A lot of good things happened in town though?

Azel [polite]: It will happen, and it will surely be a misfortune.

Emma: Specifically…

Azel [polite]: Divination is an ambiguous thing. You won’t know until it happens.

Emma: Then let’s test out if Prince Azel’s divination is really correct.

Azel: Why would you do that? Are you stupid?

He cupped my cheeks and squished them.

Emma: Because lately, you’ve been saying the same thing. That when I’m alone, misfortune, bad luck, or a disaster will happen to me… So I thought I’d try it out just once.

Azel: Being fearless isn’t good. God’s words are absolute, so you must heed His warnings.

Emma: I get it Prince Azel. You just really want us to be together, don’t you?

Azel: ……I didn’t say that.

(You’re so easy to read)

Azel: I don’t care if you’re here or not. I prefer being alone.

Emma: Then— 

When I tried to shake his hands off and turn away, he hugged me tight.

Azel: You don’t believe in God’s good will?

Emma: You just need to be honest and say that you want me with you.

Azel: Aren’t you the one that wants to be with me?

Emma: If I’m the only one that wants this, then I’ll only bother you so I’ll head back to my room—

Azel: Try to go back if you can.

(Ugh…He’s so strong that I can’t shake him off!)

Even after saying all this, Prince Azel still won’t admit it.

But when I turned to look at him, we kissed for a short moment.

Azel: Ah…

It seemed like he didn’t mean to and his brows furrowed.

(He never wants to admit it, but…)

Emma: You truly do love me, Prince Azel.

Azel: Don’t be so conceited.

A blush spread across his grim face.

(...God’s blessing was real)

(Because it’s possible to make Prince Azel look like this)

With a dramatic sigh, Prince Azel rested his forehead on my shoulder.

Azel: What am I even doing?

Emma: It's love.

Azel: No. I’m in no way in love with you. Damn it…

(There’s still a long way to go, but I’ll definitely get it out of him one day)

(An “I love you” from Prince Azel)

[trashedork]

Ikemen Prince Ask Blogs List

I saw the IkeVil ask blogs have a list, so I decided to make one for the IkePri ones to keep track of everything.

Sorry for all the mentions. ^^;

Emma 📖: @ask-ikepriemma

Leon 🦁: @askleondompteur

Chevalier 🐯: @askchevaliermichel

Yves 🐈: @askyves

Nokto 🦊: @asknoktoklein

Licht 🐺: @asklichtklein

Clavis 🐆: @askclavislelouch

Jin 🦅: @askjingrandet

Luke 🐻: @askluke

Sariel 🐍: @ask-sariel-noir, @devilish-minister, @sarielsoffice

Rio 🐶: @askriopuppy, @yourrio

Gilbert 🔫: @askgilbertvonobsidian, @ask-gilbertvonobsidian

Keith 🫎: @askthekeiths

Silvio 🪙: @asksilvioricci

Azel 🦄: @askazel

Matthias 🦉:

Kagari ⚔️: @askamagasekagari

Cyran: @ask-cyran-rose, @askcyranrose

Roderic: @askroderic-ikepri

Let me know if I missed anyone.

Edit: Jin's here!

Edit 2: Sariel's here too!

Edit 3: Everyone's here now!

[aishangotome]

"Ah, No Need for Money" - Azel (His POV)

Card and story provided by @shatcey!

Azel: Enis, please tell the High Priest...

Azel: ...that God seems to be infatuated with a foreign girl.

-

Some time had passed since I began using Rhodolite's foreign girl as a shield against women –

Due to official duties, there was a day when I absolutely had to leave the solitary desert castle and stay at the royal palace.

(...Damn it. This is why I don't want to stay in the castle for long.)

(That damned geezer keeps sending me woman after woman whenever he gets the chance...)

The place I quickly head to, so as not to get entangled any further, was the room prepared for foreign guests.

(At this rate, the woman is probably being targeted too.)

(I've assigned her a guard as a precaution and had given those around her strict warnings.)

(She shouldn't be drugged with aphrodisiacs like before... but I should still go check on her.)

(Not that I'm worried or anything, but I couldn't leave her alone in the temple.)

(Since I brought her to the castle for my own convenience, I'll have to compensate her if anything happens.)

(...That's right. It's just that simple.)

Making excuses to no one in particular, I reach the designated room.

When I knock on the door, hurried footsteps and a loud clatter overlap from inside.

(What is it?)

Azel: I'm coming in.

I open the door before I hear permission.

Emma: Th-this is a misunderstanding!

The first words I hear and the scene before my eyes are something even a miracle diviner couldn't predict.

(I gave them strict warnings, though...)

In the moonlight, the woman, who had fallen to the floor, is dressed in harem attire.

The area of exposed skin is greater than usual, and even more concerning is the design of the clothes.

The color and material clearly imitate the attire of a God, and it's tailored in such a way that 10 out of 10 people would recognize her as God's woman.

(Is this the geezer's doing? Or the maid's meddling?)

Emma: I didn't expect anyone to come to my room at this hour...

Azel: Ah, so you do know that's harem attire.

Emma: ...The head maid brought it to me as an apology for the aphrodisiac incident before.

Emma: It seems the harem has many outfits prepared so that Prince Azel can receive women at any time...

Emma: She gave it to me out of goodwill, saying it would suit me.

Azel: Goodwill? You mean malice.

(It's transparent that they want me to lay my hands on her no matter what.)

Exasperated, I still extend my hand to the woman.

I understood from the situation that she had tripped when I knocked on the door.

Emma: ...Thank you.

The woman seemed to understand my intention and obediently took my hand to stand up.

(No injuries... good.)

Emma: The maids only gave me the outfit, they didn't force me to wear it.

Azel: Then why did you put it on?

Emma: ...Well, that...

Emma: I-Isn't it cute?

Azel: Huh?

The woman's face turns a distinct red.

Emma: This outfit... it's so Tanzanite-like and cute, I thought.

Emma: And see, it matches with yours, Prince Azel.

Emma: I just wanted to try it on once since I wouldn't be showing it to anyone.

Emma: I didn't expect you to come right after I put it on...

Her voice trails off, and in the end, she even puts some distance between us.

(...What is this strange feeling?)

For no reason, I withdraw the hand I had started to extend.

Azel: You have a peculiar hobby, wanting to try on harem clothes.

Emma: I thought you'd say that, so I was going to wear it in secret...

Emma: ...By the way, what brings you here so late at night, Prince Azel?

(...)

Azel: Actually, the High Priest sent another woman to me...

Azel: I felt my life was in danger, so I came to take refuge with you.

(It's not a lie.)

(...Although I've already shaken off the woman and there's no need to take refuge.)

Emma: I see...

Fortunately, the woman didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

Emma: ...Wait a minute. You're not planning to stay here all night, are you?

Azel: That's my intention.

Emma: I didn't hear that!?

Azel: I just said it.

(This is the quickest way to ensure your safety from those crazies.)

Emma: Then I'll go change.

Azel: You can stay in that outfit if you want to.

Emma: ...It's not exactly calming, is it?

Azel: You said yourself it was "cute."

Emma: It's more embarrassing than cute in front of you, Prince Azel.

Azel: Don't worry about it. I don't feel anything even if you wear harem clothes.

Emma: Even so, I do mind...!

I instinctively grab the hand of the woman who tries to escape to another room.

(Ah...)

Emma: ...Prince Azel?

Azel: No...

(Why did I stop her?)

(...It's not like I thought she looked good in it or anything, or that I wanted to see more...)

(It's not like that...)

Unable to back down now, after hesitating, I sit down on the nearby bed.

Emma: ! ?

As I pull the woman onto my lap so she can't escape, an indescribable silence swallows everything.

(What am I doing?)

(...How am I going to explain what I intend to do from here?)

Emma: Um...

Azel: You're interested enough in the harem to wear that outfit in secret, right?

Emma: Eh?

Azel: Then let me give you a bit of trivia.

Though I know it's forceful, I take an apple from a nearby fruit basket and place it in the woman's hand.

Emma: ...What's this?

Azel: Aren't you hungry? You can eat it, you know.

Emma: There's definitely something behind this, isn't there?

Azel: I'm a benevolent God.

Emma: A benevolent God wouldn't force someone onto his lap like this...

Azel: Just eat it.

When I urge her, wanting to silence her, the woman obediently takes a bite of the apple.

Emma: Mmm... It's delicious.

(Why is she needlessly exuding sex appeal just by eating? Is it because of the outfit?)

Whether intentional or unconscious, the woman puts her arms around my neck for support.

Though I brought this upon myself, I felt dizzy.

Emma: But what does biting into an apple have to do with trivia?

(That's right, I almost forgot the main topic.)

Azel: ...There are a few unspoken rules in the harem.

Azel: What do you think it means to eat fruit in front of the master?

Emma: .......

Emma: "Aren't you hungry?"

(...Damn it, she's too cute.)

(No, that's not it, that's not it.)

Azel: "Won't you eat me?"

Emma: Huh!?

Azel: If the master bites back into the apple... I'm sure you understand what happens next?

Emma: I don't understand, I don't want to understand!

I put my arm around the clearly flustered woman's waist and bring my face close to the apple.

Azel: The act of eating fruit openly in front of someone requires self-confidence.

Azel: If you're confident you can captivate me, try it. If you can...

My lips touch the apple – the woman, red-faced, watches in a daze without stopping me.

(...Stop me.)

Emma: Eek...!

Instead of biting the apple, I pinch her cheek.

Emma: Wh-What are you doing!?

Azel: Learn from this and don't carelessly wear harem clothes.

Azel: It's a good thing it was a benevolent God who found you. If another man had seen you, he might have misunderstood.

(...Did I manage to gloss over it?)

(I glossed over it, I must have glossed over it.)

Emma: ...No one but you, Prince Azel, would come to my room this late at night.

Azel: That's good to know.

(...)

(................)

(...................This is awkward.)

(Even though I didn't eat the apple, why is it strangely sweet...? Damn it.)

.

.

.

FIN

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"My Ideal Life of A Doting Love" Story Event: Chapter 2

Azel Radwan

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With his hand against the wall, trapping me in place, Azel's brows were in a deep frown.

Azel: It's just—…

Azel: This kind of thing— right?

Emma: … I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that.

Azel: That's why…

Azel: —… it was in the book.

(Even though we're this close, I still can't hear him.)

He was definitely mumbling about something, but his voice was so soft it was nearly impossible to hear what he was saying.

Azel: Basically, there's nothing you need to worry about.

Emma: Saying that while your face is so red only makes me mor— mmph!

Before I could finish, he resorted to the drastic method of physically silencing me with his lips.

It was apparent that Azel had no intention of backing down until I gave up on pursuing the subject. Each time I tried to speak, his kiss would grow more aggressive.

(This is so unfair…)

His tongue intertwined with mine, gradually increasing the pleasure in my body. My heart was racing, and I was losing strength to keep upright.

I was about to go limp, but Azel caught me just in time, wrapping an arm around my waist to support me.

Emma: … You went too far.

Azel: It's your fault.

(Not an ounce of guilt in him.)

I shot him a piercing glare to express my embarrassment, but he simply turned away.

Azel: Fine, fine. It's my fault.

Azel: Umm… well…

Azel: … Want to go for a stroll?

Emma: A… a stroll?

…

In what seemed to be an attempt at making up for his actions, Azel led me out of the temple to an oasis deep in the desert.

(I never knew such a place existed nearby.)

Since few people would go near the sacred grounds of the primordial temple, there were no signs of human activity.

If Azel was the only one who knew of this place, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it "God's Garden".

Emma: This lake is beautiful… it feels good to be here.

As I crouched down and scooped the clear water with my hands, Azel placed a hand on my head with his usual grumpy face.

Azel: Not there.

Gripping my head lightly, he turned it to face a different direction.

Further back, beyond the oasis, near the water's edge— the scenery was absolutely breathtaking.

Emma: No way… is that a flower field!?

Flowers of vibrant colours were in bloom around the lakeside, bringing life to the dry desert sand.

I hurried over and looked at the flowers from up close.

(These are… "Al Flowers".)

The flowers, named after Azel, the Living God, were a special variety genetically modified to bloom even in the desert.

Emma: I never thought they'd grow naturally.

Azel: … They rarely do, so don't tell anyone.

Azel caught up to me and awkwardly averted his gaze.

Azel: This place might be ruined if people found out about its existence.

Emma: I'll keep it a secret.

(… What's this uneasy feeling I'm getting?)

I was curious to know, but I couldn't resist the temptation from the flower field and crouched down to gently touch a flower petal.

Azel: Do you like flowers that much?

Emma: I do. They're soothing to look at.

Azel: … I see.

Azel: I don't care much for flowers, but if you like them, you can come see them again.

Emma: Please come with me when I do.

Azel: …

Emma: Thank you.

Azel: I didn't say anything.

Emma: Your answer is written on your face.

Emma: Eeek…! What the—!?

Although he was firmly pinching my cheek, Azel didn't look entirely displeased.

Azel: I'm charging you an escort fee.

Emma: Shouldn't it be called a date fee?

Azel: … This isn't a date.

Emma: It is to me.

Azel: No, it's not. There's no way I'd do something so frivolous.

Emma: Azel… did you know that flower field dates are a thing?

Azel: …

Emma: That means it's too late now!

I stood up and clung to Azel's arm, with him looking like he was about to flee at any moment.

Emma: Next time, let's bring a tent and lunchboxes so we can have a picnic.

Azel: … Do as you please.

Despite the long and deep sigh he let out, Azel's had a tender look in his eyes.

…

That night,—

(I knew it. He's reading a book again.)

I secretly watched Azel from the bed as he sat by the window, unaware of my staring.

Tonight, I wasn't awake by chance. I was only pretending to be asleep, waiting for the right moment.

(He managed to dodge my questions during the day, but this time…)

Emma: AZEL!

Azel: WHAT!?

I raised my voice on purpose, causing Azel to turn toward in me in shock, nearly jumping out of his skin.

Emma: I heard a noise coming from outside…

Azel: … Huh?

The kind-hearted god didn't doubt my words. He immediately walked to the door to check on the "noise".

(I feel guilt… I'm sorry for deceiving you.)

Making a promise in my mind to prepare a luxurious meal for him tomorrow as an apology, I slipped out of bed and reached for the book "containing national secrets" Azel had left on the floor.

Azel: It was just your imagination. There's nothing outsid—

Azel: …

Emma: …

Azel: … You tricked me.

Emma: I'm so sorry. But…

Emma: … I love you.