My Wife Is the Devil

“Aww! I won! I saw it, I saw it!”

The brown-haired woman who put down all the cards in her hand was enjoying her victory while looking around the Counts and the Inquisitor.

Her sharp nose twitched, and the bright girl’s and the bewitching fairy’s eyes mixed with the energy of a young girl, expressing her joy as innocent as a child, and glanced at the blonde-haired man sitting next to her.

Julius Tafnel’s only wife, Cecil Lionelta.

A woman who cries out for the joy of victory in the middle of Aran where there was dark clouds.

-… You really don’t mean to, are you?

In her head, she could hear the devil’s voice whispering to herself as if anxiously, but now that she had enjoyed the afterglow of victory, it had nothing to do with it.

The important thing is that you can ask Julius to grant you a wish.

“What shall I do, what shall I do?”

If Kryle saw this, he would think of Leira and shudder with goosebumps.

Watching her shrug her shoulders in anticipation of the gift she received, you can’t help but smile at her innocence.

-bang!

Julius, who looked at her as if tired of her, got up slowly from the loud roar coming from outside the lord’s castle.

“It seems that the situation is over, I will go see Priest Emily.”

The inquisitor, who looked down at the countess, who was sighing in relief at the news that the plan had been safely stopped, tried to get out of the seat without looking back. If it wasn’t for someone’s hand pulling my sleeve.

“Where?”

“…if the heresies were eradicated, then the ‘Ascension’ plan was a failure. There is no longer any reason to sit here like this.”

Julius shook his head and squinted his eyes at his wife, then turned and tried to get out of the seat.

“Where? Your wish must be granted.”

cold.

Cecil’s cold voice can be defined by that one word.

I turned my head slowly and looked at her face, and what I saw was a woman with an expressionless face.

No, when I looked closely into those eyes, I could see a glimmer of that terrifying inner world that was running wild with lust.

“…do I really need to write a wish now?”

“Isn’t that obvious? What if I say something else later?”

As the name suggests, her face, speaking with her little mouth open, resembled Lionelta, the angel of death.

The atmosphere is getting more and more bloody.

As he looked at her face and tried to calmly think of a secret plan, a plan to avoid this situation flashed in his mind.

“I am Inquisitor Julius Tafnel. He is a man who always keeps his promises.”

So no need to rush too much. Aren’t we supposed to write our wishes carefully?

The voice of a man who digs into his ear like a snake teasing his tongue.

Cecil Lionelta, an ignorant high-ranking demon, heard those words and immediately fell over.

“…Careful, yes there is nothing wrong with being cautious. If possible, in a place with a good atmosphere, you can never refuse…”

Julius bowed his head as if immersed in his own world and looked at the woman who was muttering for a moment, then let out a small sigh that no one could hear and hurriedly got out of there.

I always try to stick to it, but when I’m working, I’m glad that I’m quietly apart.

A skin-grazing Inquisitor’s uniform.

Feeling the texture of the high-quality fabric uniform, he followed the flames faintly spreading from his hands.

Without even paying attention to the blue corridor reminiscent of the color of water when I came out of the drawing room, I just walked silently and arrived at the back door of Yeongjuseong.

As if to say that he is a faithful member of the Telmere Church, it was a door with the image of Tafnel, an angel of faith.

Julius, who had been staring at the fragment of an angel glaring at him as if rebuking him, slowly moved his hand, pulled the handle, and headed out.

Tafnell’s eyes staring at him, staring at him until the last moment when the door opens.

The faithful angel’s representative pretended not to see it until the very end.

***

-Shoot

When he came out of Yeongjuseong, the rain was drenched in the ground, like a dark cloud pouring out the gloom he had embraced.

clack, clack.

A regular sound created by luxurious shoes.

A rat living in the gutter rushes up from the underground water supply and races to avoid the rain that wets itself.

A giant giant caught the eye of a small creature who was busy looking around her head.

The blonde-haired giant is walking towards somewhere in the rain without changing his expression.

Is that monster bad-headed?

Seeing the monster wandering around like that without avoiding the rain, the mouse tilted her head, took her eyes off the inquisitor, shoved herself amongst the rubbish lying nearby, and crouched down in my tiny body.

-Shoot

The rain still didn’t stop and hit the earth with strong raindrops without mercy,

The sun of the god, who was merciful even to the creatures, still showed no sign of rising.

.

.

.

‘Not at all! Julius, what do you want to know?’

‘Due to this incident, the priests of the Telmere Church were said to have died, exactly how many people were killed.’

‘…A total of thirty-two people were dead when we went to the scene. It was unfortunate.’

‘… I heard something interesting from Priest Emily.’

‘Is it fun? What do you mean?’

‘These sounds came from the mouth of a demon in the form of a girl, and the priests of the Aran branch are thirty-three in total.’

‘…The number of priests who came to Aran from the Telmere Church are thirty-two…’

The face of the knight who tilted his head as if he could not understand comes to mind.

The words of the devil who speak only the truth are different from the words of a sincere knight.

So, did the article lie?

Julius thought so, secretly and secretly asked Count Rotani.

‘There were a total of thirty-two priests in Aran.’

No one lied. But how are the two words different?

‘The devil thought of me as the priestess of the Aran Church.’

Said the silver-haired priestess, who looked in the mirror and touched her face.

The Thirty-Third Priest is definitely there.

Then the answer is simple.

The thirty-third priest who appeared only in the eyes of the devil.

Something pretending to be a priest who was naturally mixed without anyone knowing.

The flames of the Tafnel, which spread lightly in the air, sense the strange auras floating around the city and vibrate.

Now that the priests were annihilated, those who wield divine power in Aran were Julius, Emily, Cecil, and the fourth being in question.

The footsteps of the interrogator, who were silently advancing towards the fourth indicated by the flame, stopped, and after the rain had stopped, a woman in a pure white priest’s robe appeared in front of him, standing on the muddy ground.

“After all, you are an excellent man, and I can see why Tafnell sister chose you.”

A woman who slowly takes off the hood attached to her priest’s uniform reverberates with a beautiful voice that may be mistaken for being similar to Cecil.

Coveted brown hair, and cold blue eyes reminiscent of a clear autumn sky.

If Cecil Lionelta had an older sister, the face would be like this.

Lionelta, the angel of death, has revealed himself to Tafnel’s first apostle.

“It is an honor to meet you like this. Angel of death.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised at all. I was expecting it to be quite a surprise.”

“… Actually, I was expecting Tafnel-sama to come, so I was surprised.”

Julius shrugged his shoulders and shivered in a non-meme-like manner.

Lionelta, who looked at him like that, answered with a roaring voice with a fresh smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m not the Tafnell sister. But no disappointment. If Tafnell had come, she would have been nagging.”

An angel pointing to my ear and smiling mischievously.

Seeing her like that, Julius clenched his fist and opened his mouth towards her.

“… you came to punish me, didn’t you?”

“I? you? Why did you have to punish me?”

Lionelta slowly approaches the Inquisitor with a puzzled expression on his face.

She whispers softly, bringing a face that surprisingly resembles Cecil.

“A bet with a high-ranking devil? it’s ok We’re not that tight angel. A human being’s fragile heart can be generously forgiven.”

And to be precise, I’m not strong enough to punish you.

Aren’t you the strongest heretic inquisitor who has surpassed even Tafnel, who has given you power?

The angel with brown hair, smiling like a little girl, whirled around Julius, then gave him a benevolent smile.

“Because you are such a pitiful child, we also support your love.”

“…then then, won’t you punish me for betting on ‘The King’s Nightmare’?”

“If we try to kill your wife again by force, are you willing to accept it?”

No answer came back.

Lionelta looked at Julius, who replaced the answer with an expressionless face, and smiled mischievously again.

So far, it has been nothing but a trivial catch-up.

The real plan is now.

He whispers words that will shake the heart of this poor man who is destined to kill the saint.

To the foolish man who is willing to give even his heart for the woman he loves, the devil in angel’s disguise offers undeniably sweet fruit.

“As you may have heard of Cecil, it is his corruption that has led to this situation now.”

“…Saint Erman.”

“Yes, Saint Erman. The good-natured child that everyone cried out that he would follow Telmere and leave a mark in history, that child is the culprit behind all of this.”

“… … .”

“Actually, I haven’t done anything evil yet. This is because heretics, led by high-ranking demons who have been released, are doing their own thing.”

“As a saint, just by causing chaos in the world is already disrespect for God.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, since Erman freed the high demons, so you too could be reunited with your beloved Cecil, didn’t you?”

A blond-haired man with his head down as if he had nothing to say.

The angel of death, who glanced at him, once again boasted of his graceful beauty, and continued to seduce him.

“Why did Erman do this, don’t you want to know? What would a father who lost his daughter want to achieve even if he worked hand in hand with the devil?”

“… … Washroom.”

“Yeah, that’s it. He’s got a funny plan to save his dead daughter, Cecil Lionelta, isn’t it?”

With her eyes flashing like a madman, she pokes my face and looks into Julius’s eyes.

The golden eyes begin to flutter.

Now, just one word, just one more word, you can twist Erman’s terrible future.

Lionelta felt a twist in the corners of her mouth and spoke softly.

Words like divine revelation that will set the shaky priest right.

“Erman’s purpose is simple. Using the power of high-ranking demons and the power of angels to twist the flow of time allowed by Rome.”

Going back to that old, happy time, that’s all.

“…I can go back…”

Now there is no turning back

As far as I know, he can no longer be satisfied with the current situation.

Because he can meet the ‘real’ Cecil Lionelta he loved in the old days, not his half-demon wives.

Long ago, the first void that devoured the angel of death picks up an oyster oyster and gently offers it to the priest for a handshake.

Then, he whispers an offer he can’t refuse.

“Take my hand, then I will take responsibility and let you go back to the old days.”

Otherwise, Erman, who is like my child, will die.

The golden apple held out in front of Julius.

A story from a fairy tale that I can’t remember anymore, a fairy tale about a boy who did a good deed who received a golden apple and lived happily ever after suddenly comes to mind.

I raise my head and look at the woman standing in front of me.

Lionelta, an angel that exudes holy energy.

not the devil

The daughter of Rom, whom she had served all her life, gave me a rope of salvation.

‘Really… if I could really go back…’

Isn’t it right to hold this hand?

No one answered his questions, which he did not speak out of his mouth.

In the middle of Aran where the rain stops and the fresh grass smells.

The rope of salvation gently descended in front of the faithful priest.

no,

seemed to come down.

– Whoops.