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."
