My Wife Is the Devil

“Oh, it’s going to be hot. Don’t you know what ‘moderate’ means?”

“Then, are you going to tell the enemy to fight in moderation when you fight?”

The name of the man who is complaining about blowing out the golden flames on my bangs is Kryle.

He looked at Julius, who fought with this clenched fist despite the fact that he was fighting, with pitiful eyes.

“You just don’t want to lose. Don’t you remember how I used to torture Talia all day for losing one rock-paper-scissors?”

“…it wasn’t that we were rude, we were just playing together.”

“What? Was it the devil’s magic trick that I took him around to play with fire and ate all of Thalia’s head and then got beaten up by Emily noona?”

“So you! You just got caught doing something strange in front of the statue of Raynell in the bas*ment of the church without Emily’s sister!”

“Whoever hears it will be misunderstood.

“Since when did sleazy pajamas become a tribute to an angel? You were just trying to make your filthy desires come true!”

Instead of answering, what came back was a kick that flew towards his waist.

Julius quickly dodged the attack that came on him, and then rushed towards Kryle. The two men who couldn’t pay the night wereted their time punching each other, unaware of the passing of time.

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“haha. I was supposed to go out on a date secretly at night, but what is this?”

“You do it in moderation. Then, on the day of an accident, the Holy Son said that he would cut out your heart and bake it.”

Cryle mimics the voice of Saint Erman with a serious expression.

Seeing him like that, Julius twisted his body and giggled.

“Come on, don’t worry. We’re having a very healthy relationship. In the first place, Cecil is an innocent woman who doesn’t know anything about that, haha.”

Are you really serious?

Innocent to her, who looks like she’s going to eat her every time she sees Julius?

Love makes people so foolish.

As he lamented his friend’s folly, Kryle was smiling happily as he recalled the golden Raynell statue he had secretly hidden in my quarters.

Once upon a time, Saint Telmere said,

How people get along with each other.

The angels living in heaven in the distance are looking at the two men on the same level with a subtle expression.

“Erman, I think I was the wisest person to choose you as well.”

Unfortunately, 10 years later, Lionelta is said to have the most eyes of all angels, and it is not a laughing matter to say that she is being chased by Tafnell.

“Anyway, Cecil will hate you if you try to win unconditionally like that.”

“I don’t care how many times I lose if it’s for Cecil, I just don’t want to lose to a bastard in the first place.”

“…if she tries to eat you, will you still lose?”

Cryle asks Julius a question with a mysterious expression with his sharp eyes flashing.

Swallowing his breath for a moment, he scratched my short hair and spit it out as if passing by.

“…that has to be won…”

“yes? what?”

“Oh, I don’t know! I’m going on a date now. You can hug Raynell’s portrait and roll around in your room.”

Julius got up quickly and kicked his friend’s stomach, desperately covering his face and running away.

Shouldn’t such an act be done carefully after getting married with the blessings of all?

Sleeping like a man, eating and talking like that.

“Cryle, you became an adult at some point.”

He acted like a sukmaek like this, but in the end he just came and that day.

He clenched his teeth and eventually won.

Julius Tafnel, the best heretic inquisitor in the Kingdom of Liriam.

The word surrender does not exist in his dictionary.

After all, he hated losing very much.

***

A dark night when the moon softly illuminates the world. Four people gathered in front of a burning bonfire.

– Hey~

No, there are two people, a demon and a unicorn.

Emily, who had stuffed carrots into Francis’ jaws, who was snooping next to me and flapping her tongue, got up from her seat and pointed at the demon in front of her as if she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“therefore? Be sure to tell me how things are going! Do you want to take a bath in holy water?”

A silver-haired priestess with a spirited spirit.

Even while she was making a fuss, the devil’s gaze didn’t stop falling from my husband.

It’s like looking at a wall and talking.

Emily swept her hair wildly, bowed her head, grabbed the Inquisitor who only poked a bonfire, and began to shake it.

“… Julius, just ask yourselves out loud. You can’t solve anything anyway, billion!”

Emily, who placed her hand on her shoulder and shook him, hurriedly pulled her hand away as she felt a tingling sensation in her hand. A weak, but bloody wound.

– cackle

A black bird suddenly came close to her and showed off her beak threateningly.

Emily, who looked at it with an absurd expression, swung the piece of Francis’ horn she had in her back pocket and smashed its beak away, and the black bird reconciled into a black shadow like an illusion and flowed into the devil’s feet.

“…what is this going to do?”

“No matter how much Julius’ mother is, a woman is not allowed.”

With a relaxed and alluring smile, the devil gently crossed his legs and closed his eyes.

Her smooth white legs caught her eye under her slightly raised skirt, and the priestess, who was staring blankly at such a demon, grabbed the back of her neck and collapsed.

A nightmare of enjoying moonlight bathing under the beautiful moonlight.

Julius, who had his mouth shut from the carriage, raised his head at the sight like a masterpiece.

“…why did this happen all of a sudden?”

“Have you calmed down a bit? If your heart hurts, so do I, child of Rom.”

A demon with his eyes closed and his hand on my chest, with a small smirk.

A place where there is only silence for a moment. As the sparks from the bonfire fell to the ground and extinguished, the devil opened his mouth again.

“Cecil, the poor child who became one with me and survived perfectly was because of his ugly obsession with my husband.”

“… Obsession? Cecil is such a woman…”

– Promise me.

He tried to deny the words of the nightmare in the form of his wife, but he kept his mouth shut as he recalled Cecil’s will that passed through his mind.

“Huhu, an evil that was small but definitely existed in the child’s heart. I woven a beautiful dream based on it.

But, that Ain, he cared about things he shouldn’t have been paying attention to.

So the dream was shattered.

“…Leira.”

“Yes, your daughter and my daughter, Layra. You have given priority to your children over your love for your husband, who is the lifeblood of life again. That’s why I woke up again.”

But rest assured. The child certainly didn’t die again. In the beginning, we are now one being.

The devil suddenly disappeared from his seat. As if he had come to the side before he knew it, he put his mouth into Julius’s ear and whispered a small whisper.

A demon that seduces people with a seductive voice tickles the heart, and calmly tells Leira that she is his daughter.

After licking her lips for a moment, he turned his head and let out a deep sigh.

“Then what should I do to get back to Cecil?”

“I am still your wife, Cecil Lioneltar. It’s just that the way he talks and what he does is a little different.”

“… … .”

Feeling the anger of her husband staring at her silently, she covered her mouth and smiled a little.

“I don’t know what you want. My joy is to grant your wishes. Because she is my wife.”

“Don’t go round and round, say it clearly. What should I do to call Cecil again?”

“You don’t have to do anything special. All you have to do is whisper love to me like you did before, that’s all.”

The devil, who had been circling around Julius with his back lightly on his back, swung around like a dance, and turned around and put him in his arms.

“The devil speaks only the truth. I’m not the kind of evil witch who destroys families and prevents mothers and children from seeing each other. What happened now was inevitable because Cecil Lionelta’s dream was still incomplete.”

I’m just sorry that you’re weak, my love.

Even as he said that, the devil’s expression just smiled softly as if he was happy with this situation.

Seeing that, Julius couldn’t really choose what kind of judgment he had to make.

“You look like you don’t want to see me. Well, it happened. Either way, Leyra will come to us before winter is over, and before that we must make our dreams perfect.”

“… … .”

“Don’t think too hard, think of it as a win. Ummm… yes! It is such a bet to defeat the devil with your true love. If you think about it that way, will it make you feel a little more inclined to do it?”

As if an innocent child begging his friend to play, a demon with his eyes twinkling and pointing his head at Julius.

He looked at his weak, but blue eyes that began to shine again, and he uttered a word involuntarily.

“… a match.”

“Yeah, so don’t worry too much. Your sad expression is not very pleasant.”

As if it was a bit bitter, the nightmare with the corners of his eyes lowered clapping his hands once as if to evoke the atmosphere.

The earth was dyed black, and before long it swallowed up the whole trees that had taken root on it.

– tantrum

The sound of something breaking was heard several times, and the shadows that colored the earth gradually swelled up and exploded with a funny popping sound.

“Today, let’s go to sleep together in close proximity.”

One day, in the flower garden that Cecil had built, he was standing at a distance as if there had been a wooden hut identical to the hut he had built.

Julius continued to mutter the word ‘game’ in a low voice.

The moonlight and starlight fall gently, illuminating the demons and priests.

An energy like a snake with its jaws wide open spread within a short distance, and after much deliberation, the priest slowly took a step forward.

“okay. Victory, good. I feel like I really want to try it after a long time.”

“Huhu. Yes, that’s the mindset. Would you like to fall into the depths of my arms together?”

Julius roughly grabs the devil’s hand that was gently stroking her husband’s cheek with a charming smile.

“… this is not a betrayal. It’s just a demonic ritual to get my wife back.”

“Go, all of a sudden, what?”

An inquisitor who grabs the devil’s slender waist while holding his hand.

Neatly tied long blonde hair fluttered, and lips met again.

A passionate kiss, as if the blonde young man who had been seduced by Cecil had returned.

Even Emily who barely got up after robbing her seat, Shinsu who was chewing carrots and kicking the priestess with her feet, and the high-ranking demon ‘Sleek Desire’ secretly spying on this figure from above the high sky, even if everyone was struck by Raynel’s power. It hardened like one.

“Hmm, if it’s like this, it seems surprisingly simple to make that dream come true again.”

After a long kiss, Julius looked down at the demon and snorted.

The devil, whose face was red like a blush, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.

Shaking his body as if his legs had loosened, he hurriedly went into the hut.

-click

A familiar sound resounds. I grabbed the handle and tried to turn it just in case, but the door showed no sign of opening, and the incarnation of fighting spirit loosened his neck a few times and started knocking.

“The fight is not over. I’ll sleep next to you as you wish, so open the door.”

-Oh, today’s match ends here. The rest of the entertainment is mine, let’s start again tomorrow.

A demon who stutters inside the hut and barely speaks.

Upon hearing that answer, Julius twisted the corners of his mouth as if it was a little funny, shook his head, and sat down in front of the bonfire again.

“… Julius, without seeing you, somehow, you’ve become a swallow.”

“… I was just following the will of God.

No, that would definitely be blasphemy.

The silver-haired priestess felt dazed at the hidden side of the alley leader who had raised him like a son.

You’ve become an adult in no time, Julius.

Looking at the priestess who truly understood the heart of a mother who gave her child away, and a divine beast that lit up her eyes and gave her a respectful look, the blonde interrogator burst into laughter.

– No, it’s not like this.

A small story on the way to Aran, where the sweet voices emanating from the hut and the sound of a bonfire are sweetly mixed.