My Wife Is the Devil

“This filthy demon dares to seduce Julius’ brother with his enchanting tongue!”

A lovely girl full of pink.

No, looking at her distorted face like a demon raccoon, the word “lovely” seems to have an ambiguity.

Julius Tafnell and Kryle Raynell.

Thalia, the representative of love who grew up in the hands of Brookin and Emily, like two men who are loved by angels.

She felt the unbearable fear of the cold that was running through her heart right now, and was pouring flames towards the woman in front of her.

The derailment of the two brothers, who did not doubt that they would overcome any temptation.

It wasn’t enough to take part in breaking the seal of the great evil of the legend, the king’s nightmare, so he gave up the body of Cecil Lionelta, the woman who stole Julius’ heart.

The pink-haired girl, who remembered the gray-haired man who was not here now with a playful smile, spoke as if grinding her teeth.

“… Brother Kryle, the next time we meet, I’m going to beat you to death and kill you.”

Roughly anything in life, it’s appropriate.

Having crumpled the pathetic man’s face into the corner of her head, Thalia drew out a black magic in front of me and turned her gaze to the demon staring at her as if she was about to kill her.

Cecil Lionelta.

A woman who was lovely, but somehow had an ominous and magical energy.

The woman who was walking under the sun and whispering love to Julius, and his appearance with a smile that did not leave his lips even though he hated it, were truly an ideal couple.

He looked happy.

That’s why they kept the feelings they couldn’t put into their mouths and prayed for their happiness.

‘Cecile Lionelta is already a dead woman. Five years ago.’

However, the happiness they could see were fakes made up by the devil.

An ancient evil that dwells in the body of an already dead body, the nightmare of a king.

Julius’ brother’s eyes had already gone blind without a chance to touch.

The look of the woman he loves so much, and the hateful tongue that whispers love.

– Jiying.

An unpleasant ringing in the ear.

For an instant, my eyes became blurry, and I remembered my father, who was lying in pieces, and a bloody mother who was laughing like crazy, no… the image of the devil in her mother’s body.

no no no

If this goes on like this, Julius brother will die,

Kryle’s brother will also be thrown away, and Emily-sama and Priest Brookin-sama all, all, all, all!

Suddenly, my father’s In-young, who was lying in the middle of the living room, changed into the image of Thalia’s precious people, and the representative of love bit my lips, forcing me to swallow the unpleasant nausea that came up from the inside.

“…don’t show up in front of my husband with that filthy body, that filthy body, and those nasty eyes!”

The brown haired woman, who had always looked relaxed and graceful in the village of Kante, frowned at her brow and began to call out the black shadows at her feet with an unbelievably vicious figure.

Ripples on the lake shore.

A feast of black shadows with ripples in a circle like the image of a lake spreading out in concentric circles, like a child throwing a water swallow.

Seeing this, Thalia concentrated on the demon in front of her and began to call out her weak divine power explosively.

power of love.

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The black hair that always boasted my own color is nowhere to be found.

With her pink hair fluttering and her beautiful eyes covered with cherry blossoms, a small fist is suddenly thrown out in front of her.

“die! die! People like you die!”

Not knowing what he didn’t like so much, Cecil started punching himself with a groan.

It was a fist raised like a child’s grumbling,

The power contained therein was beyond imagination.

“Ugh, this filthy demon is finally revealing his true nature!”

Thalia, who managed to avoid the fists being thrown to smash her head, tearing even the air, wrapped her legs in infinitely burning holy flames and kicked Cecil’s waist straight.

Cecil, whose small and slender body bounces off, plummets from the air to the earth without strength.

Was the baptism of divine flames and the evil demons slain?

The devil’s small mouth, which was falling towards the earth, sneering at the absurd imagination that secretly sticks out his head in his heart, whispers an evil incantation.

“Put away that annoying bitch.”

Lana Hill.

An ancient serpent with a reputation of devouring Mount Tai.

The devil, who was called by her, devoured the dream world and once again thrust its jaws into the present world.

Although it was not large enough to swallow Aran’s outskirts whole, a serpent capable of swallowing a woman’s body revealed itself, and Thalia, who saw the fake serpent rushing towards her, kicked her feet as if Julius was doing it. It rolled and exploded.

An abomination that fades with a flame dyed pink.

Cecil, who had landed on the void ground in a graceful form, saw Thalia stomped on her feet, and inadvertently chewed on my lower lip.

A movement reminiscent of Julius.

I know it in my head. It’s just that he learned how to use his body as a child from a girl named Lennell and showed the same movements.

However, in the eyes of Cecil, who had already gone crazy, even that seemed to be a woman’s arrogance provoking him.

To get rid of that unpleasant pink color that kept coming into his eyes, he drew more and more of the power of Nirhill that resided in his body.

“…Tear that bitch to death, Tantahill.”

Called ‘Pulsing Evil,’ the ancient and evil demon, who devoured the king of the giants, devoured the king of the giants of the earth, and devoured his people, stretched out his great hand from the swamp of shadows beneath her feet, and slowly, slowly, lifted his enormous body. He started climbing up towards Thalia.

A sight that is slow enough to make you yawn.

Seeing the ridiculous appearance of a demon, Thalia ignored it and tried to run towards Cecil, but

─── Bang!

Suddenly, at an invisible speed, the giant’s fist flew towards her with a massive body fluttering at her.

A young inquisitor who returned to black hair and prevented a fatal blow.

As if to give her no time to rest, Cecil with black magic in her hand ripped through the air and appeared in front of Thalia in an instant.

“I mean, I hate you so much. No, I hate everything with a skirt in front of Julius!”

A maddening obsession.

Her worries, which could not sleep because she was worried that she might one day abandon her shabby self and her husband would leave, constantly tormented her, not knowing how to leave her mind, even now that she gained power close to the gods and became one with the ancient demon in the legend.

As a child, he worked tirelessly to get rid of the young girls in the capital who fell in love with Julius’ handsome appearance.

After a modest wedding, he was always worried that he might have an affair.

At that moment when he was facing the end, he tried to catch him with the ugly words he regretted until now.

Cecil Lionelta was such a woman.

The man who stole my heart at first sight, a woman crazy in love who devoted her whole life to having Julius Tafnel.

A woman who has lived through struggles willingly to not lose her love is like his younger sister.

He slammed his fists toward Thalia as if vomiting out anger.

“I know, I know I’m already dead, I’ve turned into a filthy demon and ugly appeared before him!”

Even so, I can’t help but say that, without him, without Julius,

“My heart is torn!”

Even with tears in her eyes, Cecil, who was throwing a fist at the black-haired Inquisitor, bites her molars tightly and stretches out her white legs and kicks Thalia.

A girl who rolls the earth as if being thrown away.

However, her eyes were still firm, and Julius’s wife, who felt fear at the sight, raised her small hand and pointed at Talia and summoned another demon.

“…Come on, come on, get that out of the way, otherwise Julius will leave me and go away.”

So fight for me, Langsahill.

All of a sudden– all of a sudden–.

It’s like the sound of a horse’s hoof spurting the ground.

An incomprehensible vibration is felt under Thalia’s legs, who turned the black giant who had rushed at her with a single blow, with her large mouth wide open to swallow her.

“… the dirty devil, what else is he doing?”

A drop of cold sweat running down my cheeks,

Falling over the ground of black, squishy shadows.

The identity of the horse’s hoof, which was unknown where it was coming from, was finally revealed.

Kwajik–.

It was just luck to avoid it.

No, if the shadow that grabbed Talia’s leg with strange movements hadn’t pulled her back, it would have been fatally wounded.

There was a magical beast who suddenly appeared through the swamp of shadows and tried to tear off the maiden’s neck.

Long ago, a high-ranking demon who invaded the celestial stables, hunted unicorns, chewed on virgins, and hated innocence.

The stab to death, Langsahill.

A horse with two horns, with a jet-black mane and body, wriggling with muscles and veins.

A sealed high-level demonic clone who was born in the void and hated pure love, was revealed to the world at the hands of Cecil.

– Calm down, if you kill that child, my husband will hate you.

In this place where love, madness, and fear are mixed to create chaos, the only being who maintained reason.

‘The King’s Nightmare’ constantly whispered in Cecil’s head in a voice that sounded like a mother’s swearing at a young child.

However, there was only one mistake she made.

“… Husband, husband? Julius is my husband, no it’s mine! How dare you go over mine!”

Is it because Thalia, a woman who is arousing anxiety by having a nightmare and having a catastrophe, is right in front of her?

Cecil, who felt unbearable despite the whispers of his half-body that would normally have just rubbed his mouth, gave an order to Lee Gak-soo with a frown on his pretty face.

“Langsa Hill! Get that thing out of my eyes right now, and get this dirty demon out of my head!”

-What are you doing, even if you don’t be stupid!

de facto self-destructive attack.

Despite the incomprehensible command of the master who summoned him, Langsahill only snorted and gathered magic power to devour even the light from the pair of horns that proudly stretched above my head.

Bizarrely, I split my head in two and fired equally black magic at the women standing on either side of him.

“Damn!”

“… huh? Suddenly handing over his body, Cecil’s creepy…

Void magic that flies equally to both priests and demons.

Thalia and Nirhill, who were equally beaten by the dark and red energy emitted by Langsa Hill, fell on the ground in the same shape as twins.

“… I can’t give up this much, this much. Julius brother is my precious family before love! Even if I am hated, I have to burn that body here. That way, that’s how your brother’s eyes will be opened!”

Similarly, a woman who became insane, a girl with dark hair, Thalia, slowly got up from her seat, muttering strange words as if she had been praying for a long time.

“…yes, even if I die here.”

That heinous demon will surely be put to death.

Her black eyes gleamed so much that it made me feel like I was drenched in madness.

In her body where the power of loving-kindness was manifested, the last remaining loving-kindness faded away, and an infinite flame began to rage in Thalia’s body, which began to turn pink, as if the petals opened their leaves and revealed themselves.

Nirhil, who watched the flames of the young interrogator burning with the force to burn even her own heart, tapped her now completely accustomed forehead once, and spoke to Cecil, who had hidden inside.

“…you’re not mature enough, don’t you know that Julius won’t betray you. Thalia Zipnell is his only sister before the girl who loves him. If you try to kill him like this, you will hate him.”

-… It doesn’t matter, if I don’t have him, nobody can have him.

The ancient demon, who still couldn’t make up his mind, spit out abusive words, and felt Cecil’s behavior as if he was sharpening a sword, let out a sigh.

Since we are so different, the day when we will be completely one seems still far away.

“In the end, I am the one who helps him the most. After all, I am also Cecil Lionel Thani.”

Whoops.

No, looking at the devil laughing badly with an incomprehensible sound, it seems that no one is sane in this place.

“Be prepared! The King’s Nightmare!”

Looking at Julius’s sister, who was biting her molars tightly and rushing to her with the momentum to burn even my life, the evil demon, who exudes a relaxed and magical atmosphere, put her finger on my lips and exhaled a small breath as if extinguishing a candle.

“Now is the time to stop sleeping.”

After–.

The third power of Nirhill, the quiet dawn.

With a whisper of the devil, the pink divinity that spreads infinitely, swallowing up the whole earth where they stand, disappears for an instant and without a trace,

Even so, Nirhil, who grabbed Talia’s collar, who was rushing towards her without hesitation, and plunged it down onto the ground, gently lowered her head and heard a small whisper in the ear of the young interrogator.

“Would you like to make a simple bet with me? Little Inquisitor.”

“Leave this! You filthy demon, I’m Inquisitor Thalia Zipnell! The priests of the Telmere Church never yield to the whispers of evil!”

Thalia is desperately trying to throw her fists at Cecil, even with my eyes turned upside down.

A woman with brown hair, who simply blocked her struggles with a black shadow, once again throws an irresistible bet on the young interrogator.

“Suddenly, the battle between the angels and Julius will come to a conclusion, of course. It will end with a victory for my dear husband Julius, so after the fight, let’s ask him.”

A dirty wife who became one with the devil after she died, or a holy sister who lived her whole life as a faithful servant of God?

“If you are a wise Julius, you will open your eyes to your earnest words and make the right choice. I, the king’s nightmare, keep my mouth shut. Well, it’s a simple bet with no cheating whatsoever. If you truly are for him, will you be able to overcome such an ordeal?”

As if to provoke her, Nirhil, who once wet her lips that were as passionately crimson as a red rose, stroked Thalia’s cheek with an alluring smile…

“… kill it! Don’t look at my husband with those dirty eyes!”

something that happened unintentionally.

A woman crazy about love who has taken back her body, which was dominated by Nirhill’s personality, in an instant.

Cecil Lionelta flashes through his murky wall and thrusts a fist into Thalia’s cheek.

“Hey! Whoa, what are you talking about, don’t this filthy demon spoil the relationship between me and my brother!”

“Did you think I didn’t know? When the two of you came out of the dining room to eat together, I could clearly see your dirty eyes that dared to covet my husband!”

I can’t stand it, I’m sick of it, I’m going crazy.

In the five years without me, how many girls looked at him with dirty eyes.

It was easy, it was easy, it was stupid!

Even while I’m doing this, my scent will fade from Julius’ body, come on, come on, hold him in my arms and fill it with my traces.

Cecil shakes her head anxiously, grabs her trembling body, and turns her head toward her lovely husband.

As always, he is handsome, full of dignity, and he fights with a neat attitude.

In the hands of the blonde-haired interrogator Julius Tafnel, he held a holy sword dyed pure white and immaculate.

– That’s the holy sword, Nerondir. Whoops, he’s also my boyfriend. The angel’s defeat has been decided.

He couldn’t hear his own voice resounding in his head.

Slowly, Cecil begins to move towards his broad back as if possessed.

In order to solve the current situation that seems to be suffocating, we have to go to his side as soon as possible.

Cecil, a brown-haired woman, is about to leave, caught up in obsessive thoughts.

There was someone tripping over her slender legs, so the noble Inquisitor of Telmere who is willing to sacrifice one’s life to protect my brother.

Thalia Zipnell fluttered her dark hair and climbed onto her body and began to set fire.

“With this, with this, with this, we can go back to that time. Brother Julius, Brother Kryle, Priest Brookin, Priest Emily, back to those days when everyone was smiling!”

10 years ago, erasing the day when everything started to go wrong. Long ago, I remember my poor father who died at the hands of his beloved wife,

A faithful devotee of love who hates the devil clenched his fists at the evil one.

After this woman appeared in front of me, everything started to go awry.

Julius Tafnell, he is a man who should be happy.

He is a great being who deserves to be worshiped by all.

I mean, I’m not a human being who can get caught up in love, not a woman, or a devil!

A woman who has kept her precious heart for a long time while uttering a howl like an animal that flows out of lamentation, struggles to return to the happy past,

While being punched, she stretched out her hand and shot a pure white flame towards Cecil, who was about to crawl towards her husband.

── Tak.

“…No, I don’t know anything else, but this dress must never be dirty.”

Her white blouse stands out with a pretty frill and a neatly tied brown ribbon, which is still white no matter how she rolls around the ground.

In the old days, Julius gave her all of his salary to the clothes he had given him as a gift, grabbing his fists wrapped in flames, and raising his bright eyes, she shuddered slightly.

“Your brother Julius should live a happy life. I’m not one to be defiled by an evil demon like you!”

The dark-haired girl with her big eyes and tears in her eyes, desperately struggling from above Cecil, spouting pure white flames,

The heretic inquisitor’s wife, looking at her like that, twists the corner of her mouth and whispers to the girl.

“So he must be by my side, his happiness is mine.”

No, it has to be me.

At the end of those words, the blue energy exploded over their heads, and the golden energy, strong enough to blow away the slender bodies of the women who were entangled in each other, shot out on the holy sword towards the angel.

An angel of mercy and love, whose entire upper body was burned with the immortal priest holding the wings.

Inquisitor Julius bowed his head for a moment, looking at the slowly disappearing celestial being.

Without hesitation he threw away the golden sword that was in my hand,

They started running towards the two women who were thrown out in the aftermath of the explosion.

The sight on the left is a woman with brown hair lying precariously on the crumbling earth.

The scene on the right is a woman with dark hair who knelt on my knees and grabbed my chest.

They had a slaughter play aimed at each other’s hearts, but fortunately none of them seemed to be seriously injured.

Julius, who looked at the tired face of Thalia, who was like his sister for a moment, turned his head and started running towards his wife without hesitation.

A girl’s scream came from behind his back.

“No, no, no, my brother! It’s not your wife, it’s just the devil, if you listen to the whispers of the devil, only ruin will come in the end. Please, please, wake up!”

Talia starts running towards him, desperately trying to grab hold of her pants crotch.

But his broad back was only going away,

As if begging, the girl who saw her brother hugged her without hesitation, running towards the demon wrapped in a mysterious energy, spit out the last words to him.

“You are not alone! Priest Brookin, Priest Emily, and brother Kryle and I are here, please… Please come back!”

Had her last words crawled into the priest’s ear?

Julius, who was holding the demon in his arms, slowly turned his head,

When the dark-haired girl reflected in her eyes.

“Don’t look into other girls in front of me, Julius.”

As if a death sentence had fallen, the voice of the devil pierced her ear.

At Cecil’s words, his head, turning his head towards the girl, stops, and soon, lips and lips meet, and tongues intertwined.

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Quadang–.

Talia stumbled on the broken ground.

The last reflection in her eyes…

I won, loser.

It was the blue eyes of a woman who proudly coveted my husband’s lips, full of joy.