My Wife Is the Devil

#my wife is the devil (29)

For Julius, a man named Erman Lionelta was, in a word, an ‘idol’.

when I was young.

The day I ran and ran away from the devil in the middle of the war.

He smiled kindly and stretched out his hand to himself.

Julius longed for a saint who mercilessly slaughtered demons but did not forget his kindness towards people.

The image of Erman burning the demons that attacked him without looking behind his back also burned the boy’s heart.

So, the boy became a priest.

“… … me, over there! If you’re going to church, I’ll take you! Now, I know it well because I go there often!”

And 20 years later.

Julius’s heart was once again engulfed in flames.

Of course, the one who burned his heart this time was also the one bearing the name of Lionelta.

However, unlike 20 years ago, the girl who burned Julius’ heart again was much smaller than the boy’s idol. It was much more lovely.

So, the boy’s idol became his father-in-law.

It must have been such a cruel fate.

Come to think of it now… It had to be funny, though.

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powerless, or in an identity.

In fact, there were very few people who could make a man named Julius Tafnel in trouble.

Of course, there was no human being stronger than Julius, so there was no way to feel any trouble.

In terms of status, there were quite a few people who were higher than Julius, who had the status of a heretic inquisitor, but even those people would explode with a single punch from Julius… .

Again, there was no way I could feel any discomfort.

“This is the first time since I was given disciplinary action.”

If we were to count those who could make it difficult for Julius, who lives a life that is close to arbitrariness.

First, a woman of tenacity who won his heart. They have Cecil Lionelta and one daughter, Leira, who looks just like her.

A friend who is wasting his whole life in rectifying the accident Julius committed.

There’s also the Special Inquisitor Kryle Raynell.

And finally.

“… … Long time no see. Saint Erman.”

A man who was his idol as a child, and now his father-in-law.

There was a saint, Erman Lionelta.

“… huh. Seeing that the divine water is clear, it looks quite fleshy.”

Erman snorted and shook his head at Julius’s polite greeting that broke the quiet atmosphere in the drawing room.

Wearing a brown suit rather than his usual priestly uniform, he was sitting right opposite Julius.

Inside the drawing room where Cecil’s parents were removed.

With Cecil’s father in front of you.

Somehow, it reminded me of a time when I sat down with Erman with Cecil, who was slightly full.

A well-forged sword flew away when I put in my mouth the ambitious aspiration of not getting a drop of water on my hand, not envying a princess, and making me happier than anyone else in the world.

It was a really impressive day for me to say, ‘Get out of here, you wolf who is sick.’

“Yes. Thanks to you, I seem to be pretty fleshy these days.”

Julius smiled bitterly at Erman’s attitude, reminiscent of his days with Cecil, and continued.

Contrary to what I expected, the atmosphere was surprisingly not bad.

When I only heard Lionelta’s words, I expected it to be close to desperation.

It seemed that something had changed in his heart. I don’t know for what reason.

“Right. You seem to be in a good mood… … .”

The saint, who looked so young that it was hard to believe that he was over 60, opened his mouth.

His arms crossed on a table made of solid wood, and his clasped hands reminded him of an investigative investigator.

“I feel so dirty.”

It’s like closing your eyes as if you don’t like it.

It was as if I had returned to the day I first met him as a father-in-law.

“… … .”

… … It’s uncomfortable.

Really, it’s a stuffy atmosphere that takes your breath away.

Loosening the collar of the uniform he was wearing neatly, Julius took a sip of the cold tea that was placed on the table.

As he was slowly savoring the taste of luxurious black tea, when he met Erman in Julius’s head, the words of Lionelta that he had been scouring for a while suddenly came to mind.

‘First. If you see him, beat him up and see. Unconditionally, without thinking about it, beat it once and for all.’

When dealing with a clever guy, you shouldn’t give him a chance to roll his head.

“… … .”

He slowly raised his head and looked at the saint in front of him.

Erman was still waiting for Julius to open his mouth with his eyes narrowed as if he was still dissatisfied.

There was even a slight sense of boredom on his languid expression.

Hmm. In this situation right now, they are slashing one by one.

It didn’t look like anything fun was going to happen. After all, I think we need to listen to what Lionelta, the angel of death, has to say.

“… … It was a light joke. You are always so stiff in front of me. Maybe he was a little stiff in front of Nirhill.”

While he kept his mouth shut while carefully choosing the words to be discussed, Erman, who had not seen it, opened his mouth again.

Judging from his more harmful attitude than before, at least for now, he didn’t seem to have any intention of being hostile to Julius.

‘… … under. I have no intention of being hostile. If you were going to be hostile, when I was attacked by Arnhill in the first place, you would have confirmed and killed me instead of saving me.’

Put away the useless doubts. Julius.

Continuing to remain silent and doubting Erman will only waste time needlessly.

Sometimes you have to be bold, and sometimes you have to rule out emergencies.

Recalling the face of Cecil, who was anxiously traversing the halls of the palace in search of himself by now, Julius looked into Erman’s eyes.

“You seem to have a change of heart. May I ask what happened?”

After much deliberation, I asked him the question that was the first topic of discussion.

What the hell changed your mind?

What the hell made me want life instead of ruin?

To the question placed on the assumption that Erman was an ally, Julius put it into his mouth with a rather assertive tone.

“… … A change of heart.”

on that proud look.

Taking a look at Julius’s ‘recovery’, who has always seemed to lack self-confidence somewhere since losing Cecil.

Erman slowly and relaxedly opened his mouth.

… huh. Better than babbling.

With a very faint smile on his lips, so that even Julius could not see it.

“Your question is wrong, Julius.”

“A question… Wrong?”

“okay. That’s not something you’re going to ask me now.”

“… Is that so.”

… … what is wrong

Erman gives the wrong answer to the question about why he has changed his mind and the reason.

Julius’s head tilted sharply at the mysterious way of speaking.

“ha. The biggest problem you are facing right now is the word ‘Arn Hill’.”

Perhaps he himself knew that his words were abstract, and Erman took a deep breath and put more explanations in his mouth.

“… … Of course it is. However-“

“What kind of thoughts and time went through for me to cooperate with you? That’s of no use in resolving the current situation. There is only one thing that is important to you right now.”

Teouk–

Erman cut off Julius’ words, who was about to protest, with an expression of disbelief.

He gave a very annoying look and put his hand inside my suit.

I roughly threw the little black burnt disc I had in my arms on the table.

“Is this the answer?”

When I tilted my head and cast my gaze on the table, I caught an object I had previously looked at.

A pocket watch for time, created by the angels of charity and love.

It was the holy relic, “Jiffnell’s Tears.”

“You must be familiar with it too. When your mother tried to seduce you. It was something I put up as a reward. I wrote it a few times because you had no intention of writing it.”

“… … okay. It has been answered.”

Julius nodded, holding in his right hand a charred platinum watch, originally engraved with very elaborate ancient characters.

Clearly, “Jiffnell’s Tears” was sufficient as a reason for the sudden change of heart that happened to the saint.

At this point in time, the world has become unstable and it is no longer possible to go back in time using “Eve.”

The fact that the holy object “Tears of Zipnell” was used, which enables short-term retrograde, was that the saint in front of him had undergone a small-scale regression.

Perhaps in the not too distant future, there will be an ‘event’ that changed his mind.

“… … .”

… When the hell did time rewind? When did you first enter the palace? Or was it while talking to Lionelta-sama?

Erman’s words suggest that time has already been rewound several times without realizing it.

At what point and when the “tears” were used, Julius put his hand on his temple and tried to estimate the time when the holy things were used.

“You are so stupid.”

and towards him.

The word ‘stupid’ came out of Erman’s mouth as he looked at Julius, who was desperately searching for memories of the past with his forehead narrowed.

“I must have told you before. It’s not that trivial that you should focus.”

Even dismissing the regression he had experienced as a trivial thing, Erman tapped Julius’ forehead with his finger.

Julius’s mind, who had been concentrating on the ‘point of view’ of the return, was focused on the saint in front of him for an instant.

“What do you really want?”

Clear blue eyes, as if piercing through his inner heart, gazed at Julius’s eyes.

“… … Do you mean what I want?”

I kept it deep in my heart.

Erman asks about the ‘desire’ of a man named Julius Tafnel.

Again, is it like a riddle? .

What is the correct answer?

Also-

“Yeah, of course. It’s a happy life with Cecil.”

While contemplating, Julius’s wind blew freely through her gaping lips.

He didn’t choose or refine his words, but that’s why it was the most sincere hope.

“no. Wrong.”

However, Erman also denied Julius’ words this time.

After shaking my head once. He leaned comfortably on the backrest and crossed his legs.

What… It didn’t seem like the answer I was looking for.

“… … It wasn’t wrong. Erman doesn’t know either.”

However, I was like, ‘Yes, that’s right. Okay. I don’t think I really wanted to be very happy with Cecil.’ It was too serious a matter to pass over.

I just can’t get past this time.

Because no one can deny his ‘love’ for Cecil.

Because no one has the right to deny it.

… … Even if you say Cecil himself, Ji Eon Jung.

Julius’s forehead, who had been denied his love for Cecil, was deeply cut.

Even forgetting that the other person is his childhood idol and the father of the woman he loves.

I raised my voice.

“Who said what? It is not that I have denied your love.”

Contrary to the frenzied reaction he had received a while ago, Erman shed a smirk when he saw Julius’ fiercely fierce appearance.

Apparently, I was deceived by a pun.

“… … Don’t try to test me with this.”

Staring at the man who had once been his idol, Julius growled in a low voice.

“What I want to say is. The wish is too long. Does it need to be that long?”

“… … .”

“The cumbersome thing is that it needs to be removed. Just as it takes pruning to take care of a tree.”

However, Erman calmly ignored Julius’ warning and continued.

As I put in my mouth that my wish is too long, I don’t know how many times it is today.

“… … I’m not as smart as you or Cecil. So, just say it straight up without any additions or subtractions.”

“With that being said, let me start with the main point.”

“… … .”

“You must go crazy from now on.”

… … ?

Obviously, I said it straight-forward, without adding or subtracting, but maybe it’s my mood that I don’t understand more than I did a little while ago.

Julius opened his mouth in a low voice towards Erman, who was taking a sip of tea while picking up a doll that resembled Cecil lying on the table as if his soul had been lost.

“… How are you supposed to go crazy?”

… … no.

“To whom… Are you saying you have to go crazy?”

But, while speaking out.

Naturally, I understood.

Indeed, it seems that he now knows Erman’s mysterious way of speaking.

Either Erman or Julius anyway. Looking at it is the same.

“Yeah, of course.”

A magic trick inside an elaborately crafted doll.

Feeling the faint traces of her daughter who has been turned into a demon, she can feel it.

Erman spoke the name of the ‘devil’ in a calm voice.

“It’s a three-room.”

Your wish, what you should aspire to have.

There is only one devil.

that too.

your wife

… … that’s the devil