My Wife Is the Devil

– Koh

Cecil, who watched as her small chest rose and fell cutely, desperately suppressed the unintentional laughter.

Leila, who had been crying for the sky to leave.

If I wake up again to the sound of laughter, I may fall down due to lack of sleep.

Of course, this lovely child.

“so cute. Look at these big balls, they’ll pop, they’ll pop hey.”

On the day that he accidentally threw Julius into an accident, the Lord gave Cecil a present.

Evidence that his and her love is perfect.

Even though it was a little difficult when I was pregnant, when I looked at her cute face, the fatigue would go away.

The belly of the young one is so big that when they open their eyes, they look for breast milk, but seeing them suckling and sucking their breasts makes me think that she is Julius’s daughter.

“Originally your father, this greedy greedy stole it.”

When you lightly press on the chubby cheeks with your fingers, the body toss and turn as if it was tickling.

Cecil, who was watching Leila like that, put a small blanket over the child, and then cautiously got out of the room.

“Hey, that’s a bit difficult.”

She struggled to walk and sat down on the sofa.

Skinny legs are peeking out under the slightly raised skirt.

When she saw it, she was startled and hurriedly pulled down her skirt.

Cecil’s arms were so bare, there was no girl in a healthy and fresh mood, and only a sickly woman was sitting in the living room.

“…what if Julius abandons me?”

If I keep on drying up like this, if it gets ugly, he’ll leave me.

He really is like a prince from a fairy tale, so if he makes up his mind, he will seduce even a woman with a husband.

“It’s late today.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Maybe he went to meet another woman now.

if so….

At least, when it’s still beautiful.

I want to give you even a memory that will never be forgotten.

“What do you mean, you have Leira and you have such bad thoughts.”

She crouched down, burying my face in her arms.

Inside the small house, a silent sobbing spreads out.

Julius did not return home until dawn.

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“So, after all, this was a fake.”

“Hey, please, save me! I never imagined this would be Inquisitor Nari!”

A handsome man with splendid silk and a stylish jewelry ring is a man with short blonde hair. He was kneeling in front of Julius Tafnel and bowing his head.

“I called it the elixir of wealth, immortality, but it’s not really like that… Yeah! It was good for the body.”

“… Priest Rihanna said it was just poison. Now, is it that the priest of the denomination even told a lie?”

Julius slowly raised the corners of his mouth and looked intently into the eyes of the man kneeling in front of me.

Watching the reflection of himself in his eyes as if made of gold work, as he desperately rolls his head, the top lord of the top of the wrench, Jiok Rentzel, came up with an idea that was clichéd but effective.

“…I can’t get you the elixir of immortality, but if it’s something else, I can!”

“Huh? Let me hear what you have to say.”

it’s done, it’s done Once the hurdle has been crossed.

I slowly roll my eyes and look at his empty left hand.

After Jiok calmed the Inquisitor who had been smashing it all over the top. He always sneaked out a way to get him out of the crisis.

Naturally, from the bastard to the king of a country.

There is no man in the world who does not like women.

“… Our upper ranks have the girls ready too. If you want, I can prepare it right now.”

“I’m not talking about the elixir of immortality, am I?”

“Wow, if it is an elixir, I will prepare somehow. The Inquisitor must be tired, so rest for a while while rubbing the girls, and we’ll take care of everything.

“Ha, okay? Then, where are we going to prepare?”

Julius stroking Zeok’s head with his left hand with a kind smile.

Thinking he was right, he swallowed one big saliva and got up slowly.

“Hey! Bring the girls for Inquisitor Nari now!”

A man dragged a chair engraved with colorful sculptures into the middle of the room that was suddenly broken and sat down.

He hums a hum to see if he can lean on it, and is staring intently at Geok.

Sang-ju, who is sweating in a cold sweat, is waiting for his subordinates to come up quickly.

But no matter how much you listen, the top is strangely quiet.

“It seems that I, Na-ri, and my subordinates are not doing their jobs right because they are stupid. Can I go out and check it out for a while?”

The interrogator, who was now looking at him without a smile on his lips, nodded once as if he knew.

Desperately teasing her trembling feet, she slowly exits the room and sees the stairs going down.

Giork touched his ear for a moment, still not hearing any sound, took a deep breath and began to descend.

squeak- squeak-

He came down to the first floor with a somewhat gloomy atmosphere and felt a faint smell from the tip of his nose.

It smells like something burning.

I turned my head and looked around, and the walls were all dirty with soot.

It was as if something was being drawn to the wall, and at first glance, it was such a ghastly sight that it was mistaken for bloodstains.

“Maybe… this, that’s all…”

“Rather than rubbing a girl, playing with fire is the best. Didn’t you do it often when you were young?”

A dry voice came from the back of Geok.

In his eyes slowly turning his head, the expressionless face of the heretical inquisitor is cast.

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything… I heard…”

With a pale face, the golden beast playfully tapped the forehead with a finger to the top of the stuttering eyebrow.

“The sound of a man crying is not so pleasant. Of course, the same goes for the girl. I only have one chest. My wife Cecil, I run just for her.”

With those words, Julius Tafnell twisted the corners of his mouth and strode out of the top.

Late at night when it rains.

The sight behind his back is the beautiful dance moves of a man who rolls around while screaming silently in a golden flame.

As if this is not reality, the sound of rain beating on the ground, the footsteps of a man clenching his teeth because he cannot control his anger, or the sound of the flapping of the wings of a moth rushing into the splendid golden brilliance is a playful sight.

-widely

A light sound created by shoe soles.

The entire alleyway that stretched behind the man’s back explodes with a single echo that reverberates as if he has returned to reality.

No one came out of the house, startled by the roar.

The alley that was in charge of the dark district of the kingdom along with the top of the Ranchel turned into ashes in an instant, but no one noticed it yet.

The name of the man who wiped out the dark district with only anger was Julius Tafnel.

He licked his lips as he recalled his wife’s thin wrists that had been engraved in my mind.

“It’s okay, I’ll definitely save you. Don’t worry, my love.”

In front of the imposing church building that radiates brilliance in the distance.

A man with rough gray hair stands with a gloomy expression on his face.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

My steps are getting faster as I am getting more and more anxious.

A close friend shaking his head as he walked slowly to see if he had found himself.

A story that happened on a long night, when a feeling of despair slowly squeezed his throat.

***

“Well, I think it will take about three days by carriage to get to Aran.”

“Is that so.”

“… … .”

“Uh… Then, shall we go? Take it easy, I’ll tell you in advance when you take a break.”

No answer came back.

Emily peered into the cold carriage, frowned at the painful goal, and closed the door.

– Clap

After looking at the old but antique black carriage for a moment, she sits on the horse-drawn carriage.

Emily, a coachman at this age, who is not even in this rank, pulled the reins of the horse roughly, feeling the urge to rip her hair out.

“Let’s go, Francis. The road is only for you to know.”

A white horse with a nice white mane does one rough tulle and slowly begins to pull a wagon much larger than its own body.

Travelers looking at the white horse pulling the carriage are startled, but the villagers of Kente just wave their hands to see off Emily and Julius.

“Priest Emily! Good luck!”

“Francis! Where did you sell the horns? Can’t you give me a little bit of time for something like this?”

“Julius, go on a trip and be careful not to have children! Or be like me!”

A magical energy emanates from the broken horns, and Emily kicks Francis’ ass with a snoring snorting dissatisfaction, covering her face and lying on the passenger seat.

“Once upon a time, it used to be a cute little pony that was toddler, but it has grown so much. To be honest, I’m a bit reluctant to go together. Francis.”

The name of the white horse with horns that is broken but still boasts a beautiful figure is Francis.

It is a young divine beast that Emily found among the reeds on her way to Kente after giving up on her path to becoming a saint.

A priestess who took care of a young foal with seven coats of blood. This is the story of a Shinsoo who felt a favor for her and volunteered to be a guardian by her side.

Ramen, it must have been a story that will remain in the history of the kingdom, but unfortunately, it was not such a touching relationship.

“It’s very easy to just look at a virgin, so you go around arbitrarily, isn’t it so easy?”

At her sarcastic remark, Francis moves his tail in anger and smacks Emily in the face.

Craving is the relationship of a soldier who is timid and defiantly rebelled against his boss.

there is no gossip

The story is only about a perverted Shinsoo who fell in love with the beautiful holy virgin who appeared in front of me when I was young and a priestess who breaks the horns whenever they have time to change them.

A ‘unicorn’ that is called an auspicious animal and is an object of worship.

Emily, who broke the horns of such a divine beast from the morning, trimmed the horns with the knife she took out of her pocket.

He glanced back into the carriage.

Julius’s wife undid a few buttons on her blouse, perhaps because it was hot, and sat with her legs crossed bewitchingly. No, with those empty eyes mixed with evil and turbidity, a high-ranking devil who plays with the world as he pleases, the nightmare of the king.

This morning, it suddenly opened its eyes, and without saying a word, it continued to crave Julius’ lips. The blonde inquisitor grabbed the demon and desperately spit out his wife’s name, but there was no reply.

‘Cecil, Cecil! Why are you doing this all of a sudden!’

‘… haha.’

‘Julius! Just calm down and go away! It’s not your wife now!’

Thinking about the mess at dawn, I try to figure out why it happened all of a sudden, but nothing comes to mind.

Seeing the horns of Francis that were smooth and blunt like a staff, the virgin prayed to the Lord.

“Our Father in heaven, if you are seeing this, please put aside the test and give me the answer.”

The sun that illuminates the vast sky is silent.

In the end, Emily couldn’t stand it anymore and just twisted her body, pulling my hair out.

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Although it is old, its color has not faded and the interior of the luxurious carriage still boasts a black luster.

Looking at the woman in front of me without a move amidst the rattling shaking, Julius frowned.

Until yesterday, the days were just perfect. A teaching from God to remind you that it was just a dream.

[Julius Tafnel’s wife, Cecil Lionelta, is dead.]

Words that constantly run through my head start to flow through my veins and tear my heart apart.

Before long, just before the scene of that day slowly floated to the surface, the stillness was broken and the demon in front of him opened his mouth.

“Your complexion doesn’t look good. Hold me in my arms, child of Rom.”

“… … .”

A nightmare whispering to cover my own s*xuality with a benevolent smile and embrace me in my arms.

Julius bit his lips in a more glamorous atmosphere than when he first saw him.

“After all… After all, was it all a deception?”

“I? What did you deceive?”

As he tilted his head, the devil’s gaze did not fall from his lips.

Evil and longing looming in the void.

Looking at the black eyes, which are now embarrassing to even call them blue eyes, he began to spit out the words inside.

“Have you enjoyed playing with me so far? I like to imitate Cecil. Did you laugh at me dying? yes i am a pathetic bastard I think I’m going crazy because I’m so pathetic that I can’t even kill you right now!”

-Quadang

The sound of Emily, who was secretly peeping inside from the driver’s seat, got up and banged her head on the roof.

The voice of the priestess whining can be heard saying that her head is about to break, but Julius just stares at the devil with an expression that has lost everything.

“Hmm, are you not happy with the current situation?”

“… … .”

“I didn’t wake up wanting to wake up from a dream either. Cecil, who became one with me, was because the twist of that child was almost corrected.”

“… another bullsh*t.”

“It’s not bullsh*t. The power that puts me to sleep and holds me in reality, which exists only in my dreams. It has become like this because it has weakened.”

Julius silently bowed his head and grabbed his head.

Seeing her writhing in pain, I feel the love that fills my void churn.

The future I saw when I first opened my eyes in the void. The appearance of degenerating into the wife of a fool.

It was an incomprehensible prediction.

But now you know. This feeling of love is like honey, and you can’t deny it any more after you taste it, even if you don’t know it before you taste it.

Black vines begin to grow on the outer wall of the wagoning wagon. It’s like locking two people together.

Suddenly, there was no vibration at all, and only a strangely comfortable feeling was felt inside the carriage.

The devil, kneeling in front of Julius with his knees bent, gently stretched out his hands and buried his face in his arms.

“Don’t be in pain, nothing has changed.”

“… … .”

“The distinction of existence is already meaningless. Cecil is born, and I am your wife too.”

“So all you have to do is whisper love to me.”

“This is not a betrayal, but a proof of true love.”

“Even if the tone of voice changes, even if the heart is twisted, to give affection without being shaken. That is what you have to do.”

Only then can you have happy dreams again.

The flower of happiness slowly begins to bloom from the face of the devil who said that.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

My white cheeks are red with desire, and I remember the man who once held me in my arms and was foolish.

The king’s nightmare. No, the fool’s wife begins to pursue pleasure.

“So, whisper your love to your heart’s content. I am your lovely wife.”

As if he won’t let go of his arms, the devil embraces the priest,

A temptation to accept is about to subdue him.