My Wife Is the Devil

“The reason the wedding dress is pure white is to emphasize the purity of the bride.”

“Are you hearing this for the first time? Where else have you heard such a thing, my wife?”

A short-haired man with melted gold blonde hugs her from behind.

The brown-haired woman, who struggled for a while as if frustrated, rubbed her mouth.

“It’s just like a bakery, I heard it over and over again. Because the ladies who live nearby like to say things like that.”

Cecil’s cheeks swell as if he had a slight heartache. Julius kissed him on the cheek and exhaled heavily, and when he heard a funny noise, she eventually turned and escaped from his arms.

“Again, again! It’s a joke or a joke, get a little serious, you idiot!”

His expression becomes strange when he sees Cecil, who seems to be very angry.

Julius smiled mischievously as if he was hiding something.

“Are you up to something else? Don’t be surprised, just tell me! What if the child falls?”

“No… I’m just sorry that I can’t hold a big wedding… Hmm, I picked it up.”

Scratching the back of his head, he took out a small box he had hidden behind the sofa and swung it to Cecil.

“Hey, where the hell did you learn that funny way of talking? It’s like an uncle, hehe.”

She covered her mouth with a small smile and made fun of Julius as she looked around the box.

Seeing him turning his head and waving his hands in embarrassment, Cecil carefully opened the box.

Inside the box is a small rocket.

When I opened it slightly, the portrait of Cecil was elaborately drawn inside.

“Wow, come! What is this? where did you get it so cute!”

A smile spreads on Julius’s face as he sees his innocent wife running around with a gift in hand.

Seeing him happy for a moment, he got up and headed for the front door.

“…Where?”

“ah… . Cryle will call you and come over for a drink.”

“Did you suddenly receive a revelation from heaven?”

The atmosphere becomes increasingly harsh. The burnt smell that brushes the tip of his nose, something blackened on the table is asserting itself.

Cecil’s head moved to the side once.

That day, Julius had to fill his stomach with soot-like things called potato soup.

***

Special Inquisitor Cryle Raynell has been reading a book in a long time.

From the time he studied under Priest Brookin, and when he studied theology as a preliminary interrogator, he had a hard time even smelling books.

Cryle, who felt like he had gone back to the days when he was absorbed in his studies after a long time, turned over the bookshelf and at some point stopped.

The book was filled with cryptic texts along with pictures that didn’t make sense. Kryle frowned at the blurry text, bowed his head, and read the text slowly.

– The King’s Nightmare.

No matter how much I read the part of the demon’s nickname and name, which he gave and released Cecil’s body, I couldn’t understand it. It definitely caught my eye, but it felt like it was leaking through the holes in my body.

Feeling an eerie goose down his body, he twisted his body once and continued to devour the book.

-500 years ago, the arrogant man whose name was not left, the king who knelt at his feet while riding a horse and cruising all over the world, died at the hands of a demon.

The demon described in the first Bible sucks the fortunes of land and people just by breathing, and brings great fortune. In the end, the land of the king dried up, the people starved, and his end came to an end when he fell off the horse he rode all his life and broke his neck.

The content of the book was really interesting. If it wasn’t for my best friend’s wife.

Cryle began to tap the desk with her fingers, feeling increasingly anxious.

-widely. widely. widely.

The librarian who manages the vault sheds tears.

As he continued to read the book, his eyes touched a certain part.

-The King’s Nightmare, unlike other high-ranking demons, has not performed any other slaughtering activities since the incident 500 years ago.

“after… .”

Having got the information he wanted, Kryle closed the book and stretched it out once.

As expected from the saint, the nightmare seemed to be quite docile, unlike other high-ranking demons.

I can feel the guilt in my heart waning a little.

As I walk out of the library, I remember the day I met the nightmare.

‘Cecil’s… Make a deal with me in exchange for Cecil’s body.’

‘… What are you trying to get from me with just one human body?’

‘It’s not just that. Her name is ‘Cecile Lionelta’ G.’

‘You’re that wonderful inquisitor woman. therefore?’

‘I offer the body to you.’

Kryle pulled out a cigarette from the small box in his arms and asked.

‘Then you will be able to corrupt the best heresy inquisitor of your time.’

‘Huh, that’ll be fun. It’s something I’ve never experienced before. Accept that offer, you foolish servant of Rom.’

The nightmare groaned a little, then wrapped around Cecil’s body in an instant. Cryle, who watched the dark energy slowly dwelling on the corpse, spoke to the nightmare for the last time.

‘If you win the bet, what will happen to Julius?’

‘…I will live happily with his wife until the day I die.’

– In a happy nightmare that never wakes up.

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Kryle slapped his feet a little hastily. I wasted a lot of time in the library than I thought.

He takes out a cigarette from his pocket. The box containing the cigarettes is light. I think it was probably a mat.

It bites into your mouth and lights a small flame from your hand. crackling sound,

He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke.

The wind blows weakly. When I focused my eyes on the direction of the smoke, I saw a little lady with blonde hair.

Not knowing what he was so dissatisfied with, he puffed up his cheeks and looked around in front of the church, then found him and waved his hand.

“Wow… .”

I guess I’m very angry. When he flicks his finger once, the smoke that was spreading towards the kid stops in the air and disappears with a pure white flame.

I threw the mat in my mouth on the floor and rubbed it with my shoes to turn it off.

This summer, I remembered being beaten up for failing to prepare a birthday present for my little one’s birthday.

A little too late, but this winter your child will receive an awesome gift.

I walked towards their child, drawing pictures of Julius and Cecil who would be in the village of Kente in the distance.

‘An eternal lie is no different than the truth.’ It has been a phrase that Kryle has kept in his heart since he was studying theology.

***

That night, when he decided to be a little honest with himself, he looked up at the night sky for a while and met Julius who came in. It was Cecil who stumbled on the threshold and struggled on the floor.

Where the atmosphere had gone before, it was unavoidable to see them roll around holding their noses like an idiot.

Perhaps he had even heard of that short bird, and Cecil’s red nose, which woke up screaming whale whales, went to the warehouse with the shopping cart lying on the floor.

The cold warehouse created by the former saint who was favored by the Angel of Punishment, which can now be found in every house, threw a shopping cart and went out and laid down on the sofa in the living room.

In my ear, I can hear Cecil’s angry voice. As I close my eyes and listen to the sound, I feel tired, with muscles all over my body drooping after a long time.

The dream I had that day was the most pleasant dream in the last five years.

I saw those days when Cecil scolded him for coming in after drinking a lot of alcohol.

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It was the ominous smell from the kitchen that broke the lingering aftertaste of a good night’s sleep.

Drunk at night and overly relaxed.

Julius got up and looked around at the smell of rot that was like an evil magic spell.

Raising the energy of the flame in his heart, he slowly headed towards the kitchen and had to face a horrific sight.

“ah… . are you awake I was hungry, but it was fine. I finished breakfast just in time, so I’m waiting over there!”

Wherever he got it, Cecil, with his apron on and his sleeves rolled up, put a ladle in the pot and stirred it.

An unidentified stew of boiling bubbling, and the head of a fish that had just been floating around, made eye contact.

Lord, is this really food that can be in the sun?

Something scooped up in a ladle is placed on a plate. Hesitatingly, pulling out a chair, Julius sat down at the table and swallowed dry saliva.

A plate is carefully placed in front of him, and after a while, he even scoops out his share, and all Cecil notices that he wants to eat quickly.

The mouth of the fish head, who met their eyes, squeaked slightly.

He seemed to know what he was saying.

this is here It seems that the Lord has not yet forsaken this ugly son, mercifully.

Now is the time to fulfill the role of the heretical inquisitor of the faithful Telmere Church.

Starting with the purple bubbles that bubble up when you lift a small finger, a pure white flame rises.

The sacred flame that never goes out until it burns all of its teeth when it encounters an evil devoured the stew in its place, and the plate returned as clean as new.

In front of him, Cecil clenched his mouth as if he was absurd.

“Mom, are you crazy about making fire in the morning you made so much, honey?”

Cecil’s expression gradually darkened. The same situation as before, back then, I swallowed all that soot, but now the situation is different.

“The washroom… .”

“Are we starting again? What the hell are you complaining about this time?”

“No, her dishes were at least edible.”

Having said these words, he got up slowly, crossed the living room, slammed the front door and left.

Cecil, who experienced a similar situation again, did not stand still this time.

“Burn my food 1000 years ago, which was called a revolution in the underworld cuisine? 👌👌👌👌👌👌 , I will never forgive you!”

Unable to hold back her anger, she took a large spoonful of the stew that turned green, and shoved it into her tiny mouth.

– Whoa, whoa… what does this taste like… whoa… uh

Only after pouring out all the contents inside and even gastric juice, did she realize that her taste buds change when she is a human.

Grabbing her hungry stomach and going to find Julius, she found him eating buttered toast in front of Finn’s bakery.

By the way, she bought a sandwich with meat at the bakery and ate it.

Enjoying the luxury of tongue-in-cheek, Cecil vowed to learn baking skills from Finn.

***

“You want me to buy you clothes?”

After eating a little late breakfast, Julius, who was making fun of his steps, thinking about going for a walk in the small forest behind the mansion to get some digestion, asked Cecil’s words, which he was complaining about with his back in front of me.

“Yes, I want you to buy some clothes! Does it make sense that I have only one outfit, even though I have a pretty name?”

She pointed to her white blouse and long light brown skirt and turned around.

Looking back, Cecil’s cheeks swell.

It’s not a kid, it’s a herd.

Seeing her childish expression, Julius swept his hair once.

“… One pair of clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter is enough.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he kicked his shin.

I didn’t feel anything, but I felt a bit bitter.

“Don’t be silly and follow me. I saw that there was a shop selling clothes in front of the bakery, so I’ll have to take a look at my husband’s wallet.”

Leaving only his words to say, Cecil went back the way he had come.

Julius took a short breath through his nose and weighed the weight of the wallet in his arms.

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Most of the money they brought from the capital was deposited in the church vault, but it seemed that they could buy enough clothes.

He shrugged his shoulders once, and taunted his steps, following his wife’s already fading scent.

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Finn’s bakery, which makes delicious bread that is second in the market, was loved by most of Kente’s people.

And the owner of this clothing store that he sees now was a person in a sad position who did not fit into the majority of them.

“You can’t even open the store properly because of the smell of this damn bread!! I made a lot of money, so go somewhere else! pin!!”

With a particularly sensitive nose, she was Rosa, the owner of a store dedicated to Kente’s women’s clothing.

To her, who treats each pair of clothes as her own child, Finn’s Bakery was nothing more than a ghastly villain on the other side of the street, who gave off a strange smell to her clothes.

Even today, Rosa, who was still starting to disrupt the business towards Finn, changed her expression when she saw a brown-haired woman approaching with a plump gait from afar.

“Oh my, who is this? The wife of the mischievous Yul?”

“Huhu, hello. This is Cecil Lionelta, whom I greeted last time.”

Rosa smiles and greets her as if she was angry.

Julius looked down at his wife, Cecil, whom he had kept secret.

Soft brown hair flows down like a waterfall. Bright pink lips spit out a pretty voice

Her slightly red cheeks softly tell her how excited she is.

However, looking at those dark, turbid blue eyes, for some reason, it felt creepy, so Rosa secretly averted her eyes.

“Rosanne-sama, it’s been a while.”

Julius, who appeared late, greeted me with an unsuitable weight behind my wife.

Although 10 years had passed, she thought it was strange how much Julius had changed, but she thought it was because she wanted to look cool in front of her wife, so she smiled and welcomed them.

“Julius! How did you keep your mouth twitching because you wanted to brag about hiding such a pretty wife?”

Blond boy, no grown-up, he laughs bitterly. Rosa tapped her chest a couple of times with her elbow,

Cecil has already entered the store, opened her mouth slightly, and is looking around.

After asking Rosa’s permission to touch her clothes, she put her stretched clothes on her body in front of a full-length mirror, which was slightly blurry and cracked in the corner.

“My sweetheart, what kind of clothes would you like me to wear today?”

She has a black shirt and a red dress in her hands

Julius pondered for a moment, and then spit out the lines common to husbands.

“You look pretty no matter what you wear”

As if she liked it again, she hummed and continued to pick out clothes.

Julius, who was looking at the scene, asked Rosa, who was looking at the scene happily from the side.

“…Isn’t there a white dress here?”

“Hmm… I don’t have a white dress anymore. In the past, it was said that it was a pure color and many people wore it to weddings, but now the trend has shifted to blue dresses.

“okay.”

Rosa continued, looking at his face as he swept his face away with one hand and exhaled a small breath.

“But there is a white dress. There is one thing I made with fabric left over from the past.”

Rosa pulls out clothes from the corner and shows them.

Julius’ hazy golden eyes were dyed pure white.

“That would be great.”

“This is plain, but is it okay? If you’re going to give it to your wife as a present, frankly, it’s better if it’s a little more flashy.”

Cecil’s ears, who were listening to their conversation, trembled and trembled. His eyes turned slightly to look at Julius.

He felt pretty good today. He took a coin out of his pocket, touched it, and asked again.

“How much do you need to buy all the clothes here?”

“My clothes are high-quality items recognized even in the capital city. To buy all the clothes here, you have to pay me a piece of platinum, haha!”

“Then it will be fine. Give me all the clothes here.”

The salaries of the heretical inquisitors in the capital who were fighting for their lives who were willing to give Rosa a coin that had been rolled several times were enormous, and Julius was the best among them.

I didn’t think about closing Rosa’s mouth, which was open, to spend the price of two houses as a gift for my wife.

I glanced at the large, white coin held in my hand. Although he is a craftsman who makes only luxury goods, it was arguably the first time he had ever held such a large amount of money at once.

Creaking as if something had broken, she kicked off the store and ran into the bakery opposite, grabbed Finn’s face, which had just come out to display new bread, and gave her a deep kiss.

In the inexplicable situation, Cecil knocked down the green robe he was holding in his hand, widened his eyes, and hesitated.

Finn and Rosa were a couple known as a lovebird from the days when Julius was the head of the alley in Kente.

“.”

It felt so good, and I burst into laughter.