My Wife Is the Devil

“Wake up, get up, you idiot!”

Late in the morning, the grace of God illuminates the world, and Julius, the heretic inquisitor, who was sleeping in a light bed, was startled by a familiar voice calling him and opened his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a small table and chair, and a woman with brown hair.

Last night, the demon who was longing for love fainted while kissing, and Julius hurriedly ran to the Aranjibu of the Telmere Church, carrying her with the appearance of the demon fallen in his arms.

Almost a month later, the door of the church that he arrived at was just as firmly closed as before, and Julius wrapped his power around his feet and smashed the front door where the angel was sculpted and entered.

Last night, I went to the church to nurse my wife, willing to blaspheme in case her body was hurt.

Julius got up from a small and simple room for the treatment of the sick and stared blankly at Cecil, the woman in the muddy wall next to me, puffing up his cheeks and expressing his anger with his whole body as if he was dissatisfied.

“therefore? Did you feel good doing something like that with me, the devil, last night?”

It was so lovely to see her jealous and angry with herself, and the heretic inquisitor of Liriam, known for being cold-blooded, involuntarily hugged my wife tightly.

“What, what? You won’t see me like this, woosh!”

She struggled in her arms and murmured in a tone similar to that of my daughter, Leira. However, the figure of Julius who embraced him was just like him who had been affectionate in the past.

Julius, who had been holding her for a long time, gently removed Cecil from his arms, got up from the bed slowly, adjusted his clothes, and began to question her as a heretic interrogator with an icy expression on his face.

“It suddenly changed and then suddenly came back, maybe yesterday was the trigger.”

“Oh no, what’s so arrogant? You were the one who had an affair with me, the devil yesterday!”

is not it? There are demons and I am evil, isn’t it the wind?

Cecil, who started to get confused with what I said while speaking hard, began to ponder whether it would be wind if he had two personalities in one body.

“It’s not like the wind.”

“No, thinking about it, it is, um… If you look at it, you can see that the old me and the present I am are different people.”

Am I Julius’s wife and mistress?

Cecil shudders at the immoral thought, but rejoices that it is not bad.

Seeing her like that, the interrogator frowned and raised his voice.

“My heart only beats for one person, Cecil Lionelta. There’s no way you can fall for the devil!”

“…I have a nightmare and I have a nightmare, so you’re saying that you’re pounding after all?”

“… … .”

“It’s okay, I’m Julius’s wife, so I’ll allow you to hold hands with me, the demon.”

But no more than that.

Cecil, who had allowed him to hold his hand as if he was being kind to himself, got up while chewing.

The black dress she had worn until yesterday melted away, and the simple brown skirt she wore in the town of Kante appeared and covered her body as if to take her place.

Returning to a familiar figure, she stood in front of Julius with a clearer look, looked into her eyes, and smiled mischievously.

The dark wall and the golden eyes face each other, and the daughter of Saint Erman whispers pleasantly to her husband.

“I miss you. Of course, I saw it yesterday too, but I like the me now more.”

The dark clouds scatter the gloomy energy and wet the earth.

But the great saint Telmere said, Any rain will stop someday, the earth will harden again, and the clouds will be gone and the clear sky will bring hope to those who are struggling in despair.

Julius, who had been forced to keep his expressionless expression, gently loosened his lips.

The heart of the wounded beast looking at my wife with a soft smile is relieved a little, and the devil looking at it also smiles a little, feeling the warmth that fills my heart.

– You should be happy.

“…what did you just say?”

“yes? No, I didn’t say anything.”

When he said that, Cecil’s expression was very innocent.

No, if Kryle had been here, he would have said something like this after hitting Julius in the back of the head.

That’s a smile that’s unforgivable.

***

“Hey, why is this all of a sudden? I was fine until yesterday, did you suddenly hate me?”

The name of a cute woman who is trembling behind the back of a strong man with neatly tied blonde hair is Cecil Lionelta.

Daughter of Saint Erman, who is favored by the Angel of Death, and also the ‘King’s Nightmare’, the younger brother of the Angel of Death, she looks at the divine beast that threatens me if she raises her horn in front of me, and looks at my husband’s back with absurdity. held tight

– Fu hee hee!

Julius whispered softly as he looked at the unicorn who was squealing while emitting a pure white light from his long horn.

“… Today I have to do a little bit of body work as a unicorn.”

-… … .

As a child, Francis quickly shook his head and began to step backwards, reminiscing about the image of a bad boy who rushed at him with bright eyes saying he was going to try roasting himself.

Someone poked him with a finger behind the man’s back as he sighed as he watched the non-trivial skit.

“therefore? Why is the unicorn doing that all of a sudden?”

Cecil tilted his head as if he didn’t really know.

Julius, who gently picked up the flowing bangs and handed them to the back of his ear, turned his head as if he was masculine and mumbled.

“… now you are Cecil.”

“yes? What does that matter? I was in the bathroom yesterday too.”

“… Yesterday was a nightmare for a king.”

“By the way, what does that have to do with this?”

Barely suppressing the urge to run away from this place right now, the strongest interrogator, no, the best pure man in Liriam, spoke with difficulty.

“…the devil is a virgin, and you are my wife.”

After spitting out the words, Julius hurriedly ran out to catch the perverted divine beast who was already running away, and Cecil stood still for a while, trying to understand the words.

-Indeed, it’s reflected in the eyes of the gods.

The whispers of the devil pretending to be calm resounding in his head.

Only then did Cecil’s face turn red as if he was about to explode when he understood Shinsu’s contradictory attitude.

“…I’m really going to kill you. I’m really going to kill you!!!!”

Julius’s wife, Cecil, became one with the devil.

Although the distinction of existence is already meaningless, it is a self-evident fact that the person as a demon and the person as a human are separated.

The lovely, or even terrifying wife, who promised to make a hole in the eyes of the Shinsoo who could see through even the heart, set off a pure white flame and started chasing the two who had gone before.

“… Hey, when will I rescue you, kids?”

It was the second day in the peaceful Aran, where only Emily, who was urgently arrested by the Count, was pitiful.

***

A beautiful canal that runs through the middle of the city.

If you take a leisurely walk along Aran’s famous landmarks, you’ll find the majestic lord of Aran standing in the middle of the city. The castle of Count Rotani comes into view.

Built in an arched structure that allows the water of the canal to flow underneath, this unique structure is a treasure trove of inspiration for many artists.

In the middle of such a stylish lord’s castle, the woman’s name is Emily Ridina, with the knights’ swords in her neck while tied with ropes.

The legendary priestess, who had a youthful face due to the influence of the resurrection, was struggling in her seat and shouting at the knights.

“hey! do you guys know who i am It’s Emily Ridina! Emily Ridina! See you later when this is released!”

“The church’s special priest, the immortal Emily, is already over 30. To me, you look like a girl with no hair.”

The knights of Aran who giggled and laughed, and Emily, who was staring blankly at them, burst into anger at the unbearable humiliation.

Every time you die, your body recovers and you can’t even recover old age.

When I was 25, I tried so hard not to die since I died once to save Julius, who was in danger while playing pranks.

Emily, who made fun of her body once, had lost all the mature beauty she had been working hard on for so long, and was now shedding tears of blood.

“…you guys, I remembered your face clearly. Francis. No, if only my son Julius came, all of you would be dead!”

A silver-haired priestess who screams in disbelief even if she is Talia’s younger sister at first glance.

But even when the knights saw her like that, they just nodded dryly.

“Heh, you are now in an emergency arrest for killing the priests of the Telmere Church. I wish I knew the subject.”

No, not only is he nodding his head, he’s treating him like a killer.

Last night, after the commotion in Aran Market, where all drinks were changed to holy water, Emily tried to explain the murder to the dispatched guards kindly, but after changing all the ‘Desolation of the Wanderer’ to holy water Because of this, he was experiencing the humiliation of being urgently arrested as a prime suspect.

“… Now, it looks like it’s junk, not trash.”

The purple eyes, which were always sharp and sparkling, lose their guns, and Emily, with her eyes flashing like a dead Dong-tae, put her head on the floor and murmured gloomily.

The knights who are on guard against her like that are relaxed, yet not slowing down their tension. Judging from the appearance of this living room-like place, it seemed that he was waiting for someone.

“Count Aran has arrived.”

Someone’s stern voice.

Someone slowly but gracefully walked in front of Emily, who she thought was a voice she had heard somewhere.

The name of the nobleman who entered the room was Rotani Aran.

Rotani, with a face that looked younger than expected, looked at the priestess cautiously, stroking my neatly shaved chin.

“…what is this?”

“Yes! Last night, in an alleyway, a priest of the Telmere Church, a person believed to be the main culprit of the emergency in which a total of thirty-two people were killed, was arrested. Considering that he claims to be the denomination’s special priest, Emily Ridina, he is also considering the possibility that he may have a mental disorder.”

What is this article talking about now?

Count Rotani slowly knelt down as he felt his bones ache at the sight of the messy parlor.

“Lord, lord? Come on, are you on your knees all of a sudden?”

Leaving behind the overly savvy knights who spit out ridiculous voices with bewildered faces, Rotani bowed his head towards the living legend of Liriam.

“Priest Emily, I am sorry to have encountered such an unfortunate incident. You may not remember it, but my name is Rotani Aran, who was baptized by a priest in the past.”

“I remember. To see that Lintau Aran’s son is already growing up, the years go by so quickly.”

Emily, who is tied up like a caterpillar, with a benevolent smile and a natural service, and Earl of Aran, who bows his head politely to her.

Even if it was a play, the knights were just bewildered at the sight.

“… I… Master, is this really Emily Ridina-sama?”

“Yes, this is Emily Ridina, our Heavenly Father. Emily, immortal, the treasure of Liram, who is called the adopted daughter of Rom, whom God gave.”

As if somehow impatient, Rotani, who was sweating a little, nodded her head once and spoke calmly to the knights.

“Uh… So, did we have an accident now?”

The count, who looked carefully at the faces of the knights who were ignorant like a fool.

Loyalists who have been with me since childhood, but it seems that today is the end of living happily face to face.

“Thank you so far. There is no such thing as an afterlife, but if you go to the Lord’s side, let’s have a drink.”

The Count takes off his neatly tied tie and sits down on a small table in the drawing room.

The charming mustache butler shouted softly from the side, but he didn’t seem to listen and seemed to be waiting for something.

“okay! Today is your feast day! Let’s see if we can do that in front of Rom!”

As if it was made by melting silver, as if it were a supreme craftsmanship, her silver hair swayed wildly.

Emily, who was struggling while lying on her bed, crawled into her hand a piece of Francis’ horn that had been shoved into the back pocket of her priest’s uniform, and raised her divine power from the small holy relic in her hand and shouted loudly.

“Francis!”

“Uh, uh!”

?

Surprisingly nothing happened.

The Count who had given up on everything, the knights who did not know where to stand in the accident they had caused, and Emily who sang the divine beast beautifully, everyone blushed in embarrassment.

Only the butler, who had calmly told his master to protect his body, was doing his job in this suffocating space.

“… First of all, let the priest release the prisoners.”

“Oh, yes. All right.”

A priestess who has already closed her eyes and is pretending to be dead.

Seeing this, one of the knights who sent a pitiful look got down on his knees and began to carefully untie the captives.

“…it’s a little hot, isn’t it?”

“Now that I think about it… But why did you go there all of a sudden?”

Suddenly, Rotani is hiding behind a large potted plant in the corner of the drawing room.

The butler took a small sigh, not knowing my master, who did not keep his torso, after stroking my handsome mustache once.

“Don’t be like that, either, but lie down, because the man is coming soon.”

“I don’t know what your lord is talking about.”

Count Rotani’s black eyes, who scratched my head and stared at the bewildered knights from afar, gave off a turbid energy for a brief moment.

“Who is it, the son of the immortal Emily and the best inquisitor in Liram.”

Rotani Aran, who had a graceful smile that deserves to be called an aristocrat, quickly bowed her head and covered her body with a flowerpot.

The ‘it’ starts to burn slowly from the floor that people are stepping on, even after seeing it.

“Wow… something is happening!”

“Boo… Flame, Heresy Inquisitor! Everyone get ready and protect the Count!”

The knights rushed to protect Rotani who had abandoned Emily and was hiding next to the flowerpot, but they could not move even a single step from the spot.

“I want everyone to stand still.”

Don’t be too surprised, I’m just here to preach the word of the Lord.

-bang!

With a short and heavy noise, a golden flame comparable to the brilliance of heaven melts away the outer walls of the lord’s castle without a trace, and someone comes from outside the large hole with the sound of footsteps.

– touk

– touk

The knights wrapped their bodies around like snakes and saw the rising flames, sweating and squeezing out the strength they had been drinking at the sound of footsteps squeezing their necks.

Outside the lord’s castle, where a huge hole had been pierced as if struck by Tafnel, the angel of faith, a well-groomed blond-haired man dressed in the uniform of the heretic inquisitors was looking at them with an expressionless face.

A terrifying sight that you might get tired of if you make a mistake.

But fortunately, the knights Julius was holding. No, looking at something he was holding, he could barely keep his mind.

Julius Tafnel, the infamous heretic inquisitor who burned the entire dark district in his anger and plucked out the tongue and eyes of the evil lord who joined hands with the devil.

And such a terrifying man was now holding a woman carefully.

As if a knight in a fairy tale is holding a princess, all the people of the lord’s castle can do is open their mouths blankly.

“It’s a punishment for doing this all day, okay?”

“…I did nothing wrong. And where the devil dares to serve your servant…”

“Noisy! Don’t say anything you don’t mean!”

The brave, fearless woman who pulled her ears into the arms of the golden beast, fluttering her feet, showing off her beautiful angelic brown hair, raised her head arrogantly and shouted at the others.

“I saw it! This is Julius Tafnel! And I am the wife of that famous Liream’s strongest heretic inquisitor!”

Cecil Lionelta, the hidden wife of Julius Tafnel, whose death has been kept a complete secret.

Now, she woke up from her eternal sleep and cried out loudly to the people of the world.

“I, Cecil Lionelta, is Julius’s only wife. Let’s all remember it wisely!”

Seeing the innocent woman screaming with excitement, Julius wet his lips once with his tongue.

Obviously, the woman in her arms seems to be Cecil Lionelta.

A subversive recklessness that can never be seen as an imitation of the devil.

The divine beast, who had been thrown into the canal, grabbed the broken horn and wept bitterly, and Liliana Aran, who rushed to the drawing room where there was a riot, met Julius’s eyes, grabbed the boat and passed out.

Even the Count Rotani and the butler run away in contemplation when they see the Countess falling down.

If a man named Cryle Raynell had been here, he would have clearly explained it in one word.

“Hey, that’s bullsh*t.”

Aran, the city of water.

A great ordeal came to a city that was peaceful and quiet enough to be called paradise.

An incendiary inquisitor whose job is to make fires, a demon mad about love in his arms.

Now, Aran’s fate is in their hands.

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