My Wife Is the Devil

“Emily, what are you doing here?”

A middle-aged man with his brown hair neatly pulled back and dressed in a white priest’s uniform.

Saint Erman tilted his head at the journey of a young girl with bandages all over her body.

The priest’s uniform, which should always be cleaned, is messed up with red bloodstains, and large and small blades are thrown around the room at will.

Erman, who looked at the divine blood flowing from the sharp piece of iron for a moment, scratched her head as if in trouble, and then fed a small amount of honey chestnut to the girl’s head with one eye closed with a bandage.

“Didn’t my sister tell you that to treat your God-given body in this way is disrespect for God.”

“… it doesn’t matter what you do.”

The silver-haired girl, who spoke bluntly, glanced at the faithful servant of God for a moment, then bowed her head again.

– mite

A small child’s cry echoes in my ears.

A child who, like a saint, has been blessed by the angel of death. Was her name Serragan Sherin?

“Hey, Cecil, do you want to eat?”

A saint screaming at the child in his arms with a creepy voice.

Barely holding back the nausea coming out, Emily kicked Erman’s leg and gave it a small shudder.

“…no one cares about me anyway, only the kid who says seranji sherinji.”

A pitiful girl who received God’s love, but never received any love from her parents.

The saint, looking at the sadness in the purple eyes that should have been shining beautifully, slowly lowered his back and stroked Emily’s head.

“…what, don’t touch it.”

“Emily, don’t you feel like nobody is with you?”

“…that’s right… nobody cares about me.”

The other kids in the church are all worried if they just fall while playing. Even if I cut myself with a knife like this, no one cares.

“It’s not that I’m not interested in you. The world changes me according to what I think.”

Even though she was called a saint candidate, she was still a child.

Erman, realizing his ignorance, gently stroked Emily’s short hair and continued speaking.

“Because unlike others, you have the faith of all of us.”

“… trust?”

“Yeah, it’s not that I don’t care what you do, it’s that I have faith that you will be safe in any situation.”

You are the master of that high heaven.

Because he is a very special child who is loved by the Lord Rom.

“…Special.”

The saint looked at the little girl with a single word in a very low voice, and the saint bowed his head.

“But even so, you too are a child who deserves to be loved. It’s my fault, so why don’t you take a look at this one time?”

“Hey, I’m not a kid, I’m a grown man.”

Emily looked at the middle-aged man with her head bowed, smiling like a fool, snoring and shaking her head.

– Abba

A little baby with the smell of milk tickling the tip of his nose wiggles his hand, then loosens the bandages on Emily’s arm.

Unlike the bandages that are covered in blood, the white little forearm.

“Where is this cheeky?”

A girl who is smiling brightly and pokes her face like a steamed bun with her finger.

I told you to cry, but that naughty child grabs my finger and sucks it on the side.

“Ha ha! This, it seems that our Cecil likes you a lot. How about you, won’t you be this child’s older sister?”

“I don’t like it, my sister doesn’t.”

Emily crumples her face as if she is disgusted, and the saint bursts out laughing when she sees it.

Baby Cecil, who sucks his fingers hard, laughs as if he’s in a good mood.

It would have been great if such a small girl and a small child became sisters in a friendly family atmosphere, but that didn’t happen.

The Holy Demon War between heretics and denominations.

As the war that took the lives of countless people broke out, Erman did not pay any attention to the young saint, and Emily also forgot the name of Cecil while undergoing rigorous training as a saint.

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Maybe they could have become sisters.

Decades later, Emily meets the cute child again, in front of a small tavern in Kente Village.

The girl who had been loved by an angel no longer shined, and the faint scent of a corpse was felt from her body, which had the scent of warm milk.

“Huhu, hello. mother-in-law.”

Contrary to my innocent childhood, a woman with gloomy eyes that was so evil comes to greet me.

“Hey, I’m not old enough to be called mother-in-law.”

I also don’t like this one.

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.

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The woman who became one with the high demon, Cecil Lionelta.

When Emily heard of her past, she only smokes the cigarette in her mouth.

I didn’t have any regrets like, ‘If I had confidence, I could have saved Cecil’.

Even if he was by his side, the priestess had no way to save the poor child.

“What’s the point of being loved, what’s the use if you can’t deliver love?”

Erman, Mr.

The priestess, who was staring at the black hut from the side of the blazing bonfire, ruffled my hair wildly.

I miss Erman today.

Recalling the man she secretly thought was her father, she only smiled bitterly.

The story of a woman favored by God in the middle of the night.

***

– Thump Thump

“Sorry for the middle of the night! No one is here!”

– Thump Thump

“My name is Emily Lidina, now obsolete! Is nobody really there? Or is it okay to ignore this level of debris!”

Aran, a city famous for its beautiful canals that run through a huge city.

A lively market stall appears as you walk through the well-maintained road beyond the gate.

Be careful not to steal the wallet you keep in your arms, pass by the people and go to the left side of the Yeongju Castle in front of you, the building where you can’t help but say, ‘It’s pure white.’ The Aran branch of the Telmere Church comes into view.

The priestess’ name is Emily Ridina, who is making a fuss in front of a large door with an antique angelic figure.

A legendary priestess who turned all the water in the lake into holy water in the past to take care of the wounded in the war.

If I hadn’t given up on myself, she would have been called a saint and would have made everyone bow their heads, but now her head has gone down to an absurd extent.

As she squatted down looking at the ground and began to draw like Thalia, she started talking to her as if the devil was funny.

“Huhu, someone who was once revered as a saint can’t be treated like this.”

“… … .”

“The passing devil will laugh at you, priest.”

“… I lost a few thousand years, tried to seduce a young man, and I was beaten again…”

“What, what? Ha, huh, true. I haven’t lost yet!”

Julius, who had been watching the demon blushing from the side of him for nothing, and Emily speaking even though the grass was dead, looked pathetic at the demon waving his arm and asked the priestess politely.

“It seems that no one is inside. I’m sure we’ve been in touch, isn’t it strange?”

“What would be strange, such a piece of garbage, that it was not even worth dealing with.”

“… … .”

“…just kidding. Don’t look at me with that look. I’m sure something’s wrong, so we’ll have to run around and find out.”

“Then I…”

“No, the investigation alone is enough for me. You’re going to tell the devil… he, anyway, do something like that and quickly turn him back into your wife.”

“… All right.”

“Then let’s split up here, get at least one inn, get some rest, and we’ll meet here again tomorrow. I’ll be back by lunchtime.”

Emily took a water bottle from her bosom, breathed in divine power, and drank the holy water at once, waving her arms and signaling to go.

When Julius saw her like that, he didn’t want to say anything, just bowed his head once, grabbed the devil’s slender arm and started to lead it somewhere.

“… The atmosphere seems to have changed a lot since last time, Rom’s child. If you’re overdoing it, you don’t have to.”

“… swarm? I could pull my heart out to get her back. It doesn’t fit into the crowd axis.”

A man who walks without turning his head, looking only forward.

The nightmare of being dragged away without letting go of his hand was intoxicated with a strange feeling.

The devil is Cecil, and Cecil is the devil, isn’t that affection towards me too?

The devil, drunk with a strange way of thinking, wanders.

She was so restless that she came to her senses when she heard Julius’s voice talking to the innkeeper.

“How would you like your room?”

A strong man with neatly tied blonde hair and a slender woman in a black dress.

A good man and a good woman is probably a couple.

Seeing Julius and the nightmare, the innkeeper smiled and asked the man in front of him again.

“Hey, it looks like a couple, would you like to have one room?”

“Okay, how much would it cost?”

“Give me 4 silvers a day, and 5 silvers if you are going to eat here.”

The blonde inquisitor took 10 silver from his pocket, handed it to the innkeeper, and took the key.

Then, without hesitation, Julius grabbed the hand of the nightmare and started walking again.

After a blink of an eye, you are already in the room together.

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Maybe it’s because it’s a good inn in a wealthy city? The white, large bed attracts attention.

A demon looking around the room with his mouth wide open like an idiot.

Julius’s voice flowed into her ear.

“Then let’s start the match again.”

“… Su, a game? You mean here?”

“What’s the matter?”

The devil began to tremble, avoiding the gaze of my husband who looked at me as if he didn’t really know what the problem was.

Looking at the bed, the memory of Cecil Lionelta comes to mind.

The day I made Layra flashed through my mind, and the nightmare made a small decision in my mind.

‘This, I must run away.’

If caught, it is certain that they will return to the perfect cemetery without being able to take them out or beat them.

The nightmare, shuddering at the fearful memory of affection, slowly retreats,

Julius looked at her like that and frowned.

“When is it necessary to do something all of a sudden?”

“That, so? What is this?”

A demon pointing at the bed and stinging.

He shook his head and spoke to the woman acting like an idiot.

“I’m trying to play a game that I couldn’t finish last time.”

Recalling the devil’s words that we should sleep together in front of the hut, Julius strode forward.

Of course, I will literally just sleep with you. What about the nightmare of now, not Cecil? It just makes me nauseous.

“Oh, it’s still too early for this!”

“…not for you or anything like that, but for Cecil.”

Little by little, the blue color is regaining its color from the eyes of the devil who was rushing with his cheeks blushing.

I swore again on that dreamlike garden.

Even if this is an unforgivable act, I will surely make my dream of a happy dream with my resurrected wife a reality.

Watching her slowly return to her blue eyes, Julius tried to grab her hand, but the demon was terrified by the sight and swung his hand to create a shadow.

A black monster’s head rose from his feet, intercepting Julius and her, and the nightmare that moved his trembling body desperately smashed the entire wall behind me and ran away.

Julius used divine flames to burn the monster’s head entirely.

However, the demon had long since fled, and the people who ran after hearing the roar began to murmur in front of the door.

“… Does this demon have a mark on his head? What do you do?”

Don’t do anything that harms Cecil’s honor.

Behind Julius, who was bursting with anger, he heard the innkeeper’s hoarse voice.

“Hey, what’s going on with all this? What the hell are you doing in your room…”

A large man with the key in one hand and the other covering his mouth meets Julius’ eyes.

Green eyes and golden eyes lit each other for a while, and a trick to rectify this situation flashed through Julius’ mind.

“… Demon Buddha….”

“Rice, is there a hole in the wall? No, what is this…”

“I am… Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.”

Slowly raising his right hand, he draws out a holy flame from his hand.

The eyes of those who watched it from behind the innkeeper were focused, and the interrogator closed his eyes and unleashed the power that resided in his heart.

‘I’m sorry, Tafnell, this is also the will of the Lord. I trust you will forgive me.’

The holy flame, which was just pure white, slowly began to turn golden, and the golden flame, a symbol of the heretical inquisitor, called the horror of Liriam, that made the kingdom tremble in fear, shone in people’s eyes.

“Yu, this is Julius Tafnel.”

“Hey, Inquisitor!”

“Why are you here?”

“Do, do…”

run away

The innkeeper, who saw a single word from someone screaming and running, and witnessed a golden flame from the closest, swallowed a single saliva, feeling a cold sweat running down his face.

Why didn’t I notice it in the first place?

The face of the pyrotechnic who burned the entire castle gate on the grounds that he did not open the gate when he was still young.

Recalling the bad boy who wielded the power of an angel with a playful smile, the innkeeper struggled to say a word.

“… I, the wall should pay for it…”

“… … .”

“Oh, it’s difficult. If you burn everything like before…”

The golden glare that had been burning from his hand faded away, and Julius took out the money from his bosom with the same expression as Emily before.

The devil who ran away with shame, Cecil who could not make a second child, Julius who was exposed to dark history for some reason, the innkeeper whose inn was smashed,

The name of this place with no winners is Aran, the city of water.

The first night in Aran, which was noisy with the pleasant sound of flowing water, was passing by.