My Wife Is the Devil

“A high-ranking devil? Did a high-ranking demon come here?”

She tilted her head towards the priestess with a confused voice while her big eyes were twitching.

Cecil Lionelta did not understand the current situation.

I’m just here to show my mother-in-law the joy of getting my wish, but suddenly you find a high-ranking demon, what do you mean?

“So! A high-ranking demon with a strange voice came here.”

“If that was the case, Julius would have noticed first, and there are two high-ranking demons here, aren’t they mistaken for Liliana?”

Emily, who was looking at my daughter-in-law, who was still tilting her head as if she did not know, began to urge her by pulling her hair out of frustration.

“Don’t do that, take a good look! There are 24 of them, and there must be some who practice strange magic.”

“There are some guys who are good at hiding, but that doesn’t mean they can fool me.”

Cecil puts my hand on his chest with a confident expression on his face.

She began to draw out Magi with a bad attitude, and she cast a shadow to investigate the dungeon.

“…well, this feeble magi here is a parton, a parasol, or dust.”

“Yes, yes. Do it right!”

“One little girl. Is this the weird devil with that sword?”

“No, that bitch died at my hands, the problem is that after killing her, a demon with a lot of magic stole her body again, so it must be a high-ranking demon enough to disturb my divine powers.”

“Isn’t your mother just a scum?”

Emily couldn’t stand the words of Cecil hitting her bones with a bright smile and began to shake her arm.

“I think it would be really boring if you keep doing it! Shall I tell Julius to break up with you right away?”

“… Priest Emily, are you really trying to fight me?”

A demon staring at the silver-haired priestess with a terrifying expression, dyeing my eyes black.

Despite her behavior, Emily did not give in and just rushed the investigation.

“If you do this, I’ll make it work again with Julius, huh? Don’t do that, take a good look.”

“…Really?”

“Yes, yes.”

Julius’s wife, who returned with a sullen expression, looked at Emily, whose eyes were shining brightly in front of me, sighed and started to use her magic again.

A faint scent of grass.

Cecil, who was reading the traces of the girl who was here, Raylea Tonant, frowned involuntarily.

“…this is an ‘echo’…”

Traces of a high-ranking demon that shouldn’t be here.

Cecil’s mind was confused as he felt the aura of the echo of the Black Forest that he had burned a while ago.

I certainly didn’t even notice it when I was in the permanent castle, but after being resurrected from a fatal wound, I deceived my eyes and revived a human and used such a great magic spell?

In her complicated mind, the voice of another self, the king’s nightmare, resounded.

-… Echo There’s no way this child could do this on her own strength. Someone with great power must have done this.

‘… There is no one who uses the devil’s magic better than me in the current Liream.’

Cecil denies it with a single blow as if it’s absurd.

Another Cecil speaks to her again.

– No, no. There is only one person who can fool our eyes.

‘…Who is that?’

-You don’t know, a being that can be called our blood and blood.

“…Lionelta.”

“yes? Why are you calling out the angel’s name all of a sudden?”

Emily tilted her head as she watched Cecil suddenly mumble the words Lionelta, the angel of death, without using her magic.

“… sister. No, Lionelta is coming now?”

“Hey, are you okay? Suddenly, the complexion…”

Cecil, whose lips have become hazy with contemplation, starts to tremble in a cold sweat.

Emily is only upset by her strange appearance.

“Uh, where are you? Julius, Julius. Where is my husband?”

I was deceived, the ascension plan was all a deceit to deceive my eyes.

Cecil barely grabbed his trembling body, and quickly swung my hand to tear it apart.

What can be seen through that gap is Aran’s lord castle here and there.

Even if he desperately rolled his eyes, he could not see Julius in the lord’s castle.

“…Lionelta, did you go to that bitch?”

The devil chewed my lower lip and spit out words.

Her blue eyes start to emit a more and more cloudy energy.

“…are you mad over there? Saying goodbye is just a joke…”

The immortal priestess, unable to grasp the atmosphere, tried to talk to her, but there was no sound in her ear.

Anger and disappointment take over his body, and the emotions of the past, which he did not feel after returning from death, fill Cecil’s heart.

What if he doesn’t come back to me?

In the corner of the small house, the feeling of despair that I had remembered by sniffing instead of crouching filled my throat, and the high devil, who could not stand it any longer, cried out for his throat to be ripped.

“Find Julius! Right Now!”

Explosive magic energy spreads from the shadow that was swaying under her fine feet in cheap shoes, and eventually, a giant monster appears in the swamp of black shadows.

A bird with a strangely large size that didn’t even get a name from its owner screams at the dungeon to leave.

A monstrous creature that spreads its huge wings and opens its hideous eyes to find the blonde inquisitor.

Emily, looking at such an absurd situation, broke out in a cold sweat.

“…how things are going, I can’t keep up with the situation.”

I raise my divine power by raising the horn piece of the divine beast in my hand and looking at the demonic creature that is about to kick off the ground and fly away.

The devil’s workhorse who shakes the world as he pleases.

It’s almost impossible to kill that right now.

If such a hideous thing springs up from Aran’s lord’s castle, the citizens of the city who are already trembling with anxiety due to the Ascension Plan may cause great chaos.

Emily spreads the pure white divine power that rises from her horns and wraps them around the monster.

If it can’t be defeated, at least that ominous black magi must be covered.

Even though her whole body was covered with the divine power that burns her body, the samurai, who seemed to be okay, twisted her body, which had turned white by the divine power, once again, stomped her feet, which were too large to be a bird, and flew toward the sky.

“…find it in a minute. If I can’t find it, I’ll cut off your hair and chew it up and eat it.”

Cecil, who is blinded by anger and shakes her body with her hands tightly clenched, burst into tears.

After realizing that it was Lionelta’s work.

Negative thoughts keep coming to mind.

The plan of Saint Erman and the face of Julius keep coming to mind.

I tried to hide it, if he found out about the plan.

“…I will be abandoned.”

-Keek

The howl of a white monster flying vigorously in the sky.

Cecil, who noticed everything too late, had to slowly feel my blood drying out.

***

“What are you hesitating about, please hold my hand.”

If a lovely wife had a sister, what would it be like?

An angel with brown hair slightly wet from the rain and blue eyes embracing the sky stretched out a white hand in front of the weak man.

Red cherry-like lips create a sweet donga string.

Looking at the salvation laid before me, Julius raised his head and looked at her face.

“…how can I believe that it is true.”

“Why would I lie to you? If this is a lie, you may want to kill Erman, my dear child, right now.”

I wouldn’t throw such a gamble against the strongest Inquisitor.

With a motherly smile, she holds out her hand and urges me,

He wanted to grab that hand right away, but Julius was still hesitating as he remembered Cecil in Aran’s lord castle.

“Are you concerned about the Cecil you are with? It’s definitely your wife, but it’s not perfect.”

Was your room really that kind of woman? No, no, Cecil Lionelta was a woman who could be called the epitome of the words innocence and lightness.

“… … .”

“But look, the current Cecil. Think of your wife, mixed with the great void of the King’s Nightmare.”

Is that really your wife? Well, he looks like a completely different person to me.

With a playful grin, Lionelta, the angel of death, rubbed her mouth and shook the inquisitor in front of me over and over again.

His golden eyes, now showing confusion to the point of being visible.

It’s already over.

It’s small, but it’s my victory, little brother.

A huge shadow is projected over the angel’s head with a fishy smile.

Raising his head slowly, he saw a nightmare monster clad in pure white divine power.

“You just realized it, poor Cecil.”

-Keek!

A monster with its big mouth open and desperately screaming at someone.

As if it were a signal, the air between Julius and Lionelta shattered like broken glass, and a high-ranking demon blinded by anger and despair slowly appeared.

“It’s been a while, Erman’s daughter.”

“…Lionelta.”

Did you even cry? A woman with tears in her eyes, red as if she had shed tears, growls as she looks at the angel.

Looking at Cecil who appeared late only after the situation was over, Lionelta laughed at her with a sarcastic tone that was not like me.

“You came so quickly, for an arrogant person, I was quick to notice.”

“… I. No, I am not arrogant.”

One word that barely spit out with clenched teeth as if they were going to break.

Cecil, who spread his arms around the blonde-haired man behind me, stared at the angel sending ridicule.

“Aren’t you arrogant? Your thoughts are clearly visible. I was going to deceive and corrupt an innocent priest, but when I came, did you resent that your plan was ruined?”

“…I just want to have a happy life with my husband.”

“Julius is definitely Cecil’s only husband. A tender love that brings tears to the eyes of the heavenly master, our father, Rom. It is definitely beautiful.”

But is it really for you?

“… of course it’s for me. I am his wife.”

“Your words are nothing more than a child swearing at his parents. He is just a single evil that attaches a dead body with magic that goes against the providence, and claims that he is Cecil with only the memories of a body without a soul.”

“…I am Cecil Lionelta. I am the only wife of Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.”

She bowed her head to the point where she couldn’t even see her expression anymore and mumbled words like a prayer.

In front of her like that, the angel continued to spit out cruel words.

“Julius’s wife is dead. Even if they are revived against the providence, they are already different from Cecil at that time.”

So you are not the Cecil that Julius loved.

There was no further reply to the angel.

Lionelta snorted a smirk as if lost in excitement at the sight of the demon just standing at a distance, looking at the heretic inquisitor Julius Tafnel, who was standing behind her with an expressionless face, and whispered in a low voice.

“So take my hand. I will give you back your true love that is not fake.”

“… … .”

“The pain and suffering of the past. You have impressed us with your wonderful display of divine majesty. So this is a reasonable reward for him. A gift from the Lord to you, a faithful follower of God.”

Was that word stuck in a wedge?

The priest slowly moved as if he had made up his mind and began to walk towards the angel.

Stepping on the muddy concussion, he slowly passed the demon and tried to obtain the golden fruit, a small voice heard in his ear.

“…you did.”

“… … .”

“You promised. You won’t leave me.”

“…Certainly, I promised.”

“Then keep that promise now, and choose me, not her.”

Cecil, who calls himself a stranger, opens his eyes and looks at him.

Her eyes were stained red with tears of blood.

The black eyes of the devil reflected the priest into my own eyes.

“…it can’t be.”

“why? Why don’t you keep your promises?”

As I said I would definitely keep it.

“…I just keep my promise to Cecil.”

“Tell me how many times I am that Cecil!”

She made a terrifying scream as if she was going to vomit blood, and she hugged Julius tightly in her arms.

The creepy momentum that seems to never let go.

Looking at her like that, the priest whispered softly.

“…you are Cecil, but you have a different name.”

Isn’t that right, Nirhill?

The demon’s name, united with the inquisitor’s wife, resounds in a small voice,

The shoulders of the devil who was called by the same name as his own rebellion drooped helplessly.

In the end, she couldn’t answer any of his words.

He was Cecil, but he was also called Nirhill.

Fresh blood flows down the white cheeks.

Julius wiped away the drops of blood dripping from that demon-like face and passed her with a bitter smile and walked towards the angel.

The angel of death with a victor’s smile extended his hand again.

The faithful priest who had given up his hesitation gently lifted my rough hand to grab it.

when everything is over.

Erman’s plan was such a sweet proposal, and the devil eventually lost the bet.

Everyone thought so.

Except for the King’s Nightmare, Nirhillman.

“…listen.”

“… … .”

“…you know, if you win the game, did you promise to grant me a small wish? I will write that wish right here and now.”

The corners of her lips, stained with despair, slowly rise, and the devil with an evil smile slowly raises her head.

-The devil always bets on himself to win. So they always win.

As Saint Telmere said, the devil always wins bets.

Raising her blood-stained face, Nirhil looked at the back of her beloved husband and uttered her last words.

“Don’t leave me. This is my wish.”

If you don’t listen, I’ll at least give you a memory you’ll never forget.

The black smoke rising from the hands of Saint Erman’s daughter, Cecil, slowly binds me tightly.

And what appeared was a jet-black dagger.

She looked at the knife in my hand for a moment, then without hesitation, threw the knife at my heart.

A world filled with silence.

Only the golden beast roared at my wife.