My Wife Is the Devil

“Tweet, are you here?”

– Beep.

A cute girl with her blonde hair neatly tied down, and a small bird that earnestly eats the baby’s feed while calling out her sweet cheeks.

The scenery inside the carriage, seen through the eyes of a man named Cryle Raynell, could have been a scene from a fairy tale that made me smile.

“Child, if you give a bird a lot of feed, it will burst and die.”

“… Gee, is it true? Do you die from a peep in your stomach?”

– Beep!

As a gluttonous adult who enjoys trampling on a scene in such a fairy tale, he could only stare at Leira, who giggled as he chewed on the branches in his mouth.

An unidentified creature brought back by Leira, who disappeared from a village occupied by heretics.

The devil’s workhorse, which has reached the level of art, is a mixture of the faint energy of dark shadows and the divine power of Lionelta, the angel of death.

The identity of that creature with the insignificant name “Pipyak” is probably one of the dream beings of ‘The King’s Nightmare’.

“Child, did you come to pick up what the heck was a peep?”

“The beep is a gift from my mother! Goya was given to Leira because she was living happily without her mom and dad, hmm hmmm!”

At first glance, you might think that it’s just a child’s incomprehensible word, but if you look closely, it’s a sharp word that perfectly stabbed the corner.

How did Leira, who was only a child at the moment, realize that Piyak was a workhorse sent by her mother?

The gray-haired man, whose mouth was itchy when he couldn’t stand it when he was curious, ruffled his neatly ruffled hair back, then gave himself to the swaying wagon and asked a question to his friend’s daughter in a languid voice.

“You, be honest. How do you know that the piyak was sent by your mother?”

“Hey, my real mother sent it to me. Somehow it seemed like it! hey.”

“……???”

What did I just hear?

Little boy, have you been beaten up now?

One of the two interrogators who have the grand title of “Excellent Heretic Inquisitor” and are called the horrors of Liriam for their brutal torture and unforgiving executions.

Now, the man called the guillotine krill is an abominable nickname.

His name was engraved in history as a rare head-to-head who passed a judo interrogation against a child.

‘Cryle, you idiot. Please do what you think and live.’

A saint from the distant past who always slapped his head and shook his head.

Erman’s voice from the days when Cecil was still alive breaks through his mind and sings of Kryle’s pity.

“… our Father, Rom. I must have been really crazy.”

– Beep! Beep!

A little sparrow chirping while making fun of its beak hard at him who bowed his head and murmured with a gloomy expression.

It seems that only the devil’s workhorse is trying to comfort the man who has been deceived by a child.

“…I don’t know what it is, but thank you. Please comfort me with all these assholes.”

– Beep!!

The sparrow chirps continuously, pounding the chest with my tiny wings as if frustrated.

In fact, it wasn’t a consolation, but a beeping admonition not to say bad things in front of Leira, but fortunately, Kryle did not notice it.

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Dripping— Tak.

Outside, autumn passed and winter slowly raised its head, and the cold began to dominate the world. However, inside the flaming wagon, a drowsy warmth was calling in Suma.

The shaking of the carriage, in which such stillness and dreams are raging, finally stops. Realizing that he had arrived at the destination he had longed for, Kryle gently rubbed his sleepy eyes and tapped the girl lying in front of me.

“Ha ha. little one, get up It looks like you have finally arrived.”

“Um… Mr. Where is here?”

In the middle of a luxurious carriage stolen from the heretic village.

Leira Tafnel, the daughter of a heretic inquisitor who was wandering in a sweet dream with the devil’s workhorse named Pyak, tilted her head as she looked at the gray-haired man who was neatly stretched out while calling her name.

Waiting for an answer, looking at the lips with a cold smile for a moment, the answer to the child’s curiosity is the man in front of you. It was heard from outside the carriage, not from Cryle Raynell.

“Miss Leila, Inquisitor Kryle. It has finally arrived.”

A village that boasts the best wheat fields in Liriam.

Kente, famous as a shelter for war heroes.

A coachman who has been together for over a month.

Jackson-eun, a coachman whose hair has turned white while being attacked by numerous demons, accidentally following Kryle and Leyra’s journey. I couldn’t even hide my joy at the thought that I could finally be freed from the inquisitor’s journey, and I started knocking on the door to such an extent that it felt painful at first glance to part with them as soon as possible.

“… um, why are you so impatient? I’ll be leaving soon, so please wait.”

“Yes, yes! Okay. Inquisitor. Then I will feed the horses for a while.”

“That’s right. kid. From here on, it is the hometown of Julius and I, the town of Kent.”

It’s like a battlefield where not even the youngest can survive.

Cryle scares the little lady with a low voice, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

However, Leila, who had her blonde hair twisted, simply nodded her head dryly, as if she had just understood the man’s nonsense.

Cryle, who poked his tongue out at the childish man’s face, slowly opened the carriage’s door with a sullen look.

“Well, anyway. Congratulations Layla. This is your proud father. The hometown where Julius Tafnel was born and raised.”

The blue eyes that seemed to have been cut into small pieces of the clear sky gradually grew larger, and the corners of the child’s mouth slowly rose, beginning to capture the beautiful scene unfolding in front of me.

The golden wheat is blessed by God, and it gently sways in the wind just like me, the loud voices of people are heard from beyond, and the huge church and old trees boasting majestic figure on the hillside can be seen in my eyes. prominent town.

In the village of wheat fields where the footsteps of her beloved father are alive, Leira finally took that small step.

***

‘Julius, we. Can’t we just sleep holding hands?’

‘Cecil, how can a man and a woman who are not married…’

‘it’s okay. Because I believe in Julius. I just want to look at the night sky together like this.’

At that time, the boy and the girl became a man and a woman,

The night sky at dawn where the eternal love I swore at that time was alive.

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Memories of the old days drawn by the twilight of moonlight and starlight.

A man who is called the best human being on earth, looking at her adorable, sharp nose and her pitiful body that looks like it will break at any moment. Julius Tafnell was only stroking my wife’s face with a somber expression.

Angel of mercy and love.

Rejecting Jeepnell’s condemnation, the blonde-haired Inquisitor, who took Cecil Lionelta’s hand, sighed deeply, now engulfed in unbearable regret.

For the sake of the woman I love, I believed that even if I had to pull out my heart to support it, I would do it without any hesitation.

No, it is not the realm of belief, but the realm close to harmony.

However, if the price of holding her hand has come down on herself, what should she do?

Endless anguish and remorse surround the Inquisitor’s head, and a silver rocket neatly hung around his neck whispers to him.

Go ahead and return it to the woman in front of you.

That your hesitation hurt a woman named Cecil Lionelta.

Slowly raise your hand and feel the touch of the necklace hanging from your neck.

As always, the chain’s energy is imbued with a cold chill.

If her hesitation and doubts make her mentally ill and not value herself.

I will gladly cast off your hesitation and doubts as an interrogator for you, and I will embrace you in my arms.

─── Charleuk.

5 years ago. The silver shackles, which he had not kept away from his arms for a moment since the death of his beloved wife, fell from the man’s neck,

Julius slowly opened the rocket placed in his hand, looked at the portrait of a beautiful woman, and held the small inscription next to it in his mouth.

[To my dear Julius, Cecil Lionelta.]

Now I have to admit it.

Even if her mind is broken, her magi pollutes her body, and she loses all the innocence and brilliance of the past, the woman sleeping in front of her is the wife she loved. the fact that the washroom is correct.

He walks slowly through the room where not a single particle of dust has settled, even after he has been away for a long time, and cautiously approaches the white bed in the middle.

── Crunchy.

The one and only princess named Julius Tafnel, who is sleeping with a satisfied smile on her lips.

The prince on a white horse approached the woman who was cursed with eternal sleep, looked at the necklace in his hand for a moment, threw away even the slightest hesitation, and tried to put a token of love on her pure white neck.

– Hey.

“……?”

Walk… He tried to give, but then he stopped- and his right hand.

I have to swear an oath of eternity to my lovely princess.

The gaze of someone who has been bothering his nerves since before, wanders through the mind of the interrogator.

If you’re used to it, you’re used to it, and if it’s been a while, this feeling.

that old time. A time when Cecil rejected Cecil’s first confession and kept his distance.

Her gaze that always bothered me from waking up in the morning to going to sleep at night.

The chill that ran down his spine whispered softly in his ear.

Now she’s looking at herself. A man named Julius was reflected in the eyes of a woman named Cecil Lionelta.

An incomprehensible sound of intuition.

He bowed his head and looked at the face of the sleeping woman in front of him.

It looked like he was just exhaling slowly without even a slight movement.

Had I been shocked to see her collapse in my arms?

Perhaps, it may be an illusion drawn by a weak heart, hoping that she will open her closed eyes and tell jokes to her right away.

Ignoring the sensations of instinct, I take a deep breath and savor the chilly morning air.

A refreshing energy that seems to clear the mind a little.

Julius, who once again made up his disorganized resolve, bowed his head to hang the small rocket in my hand around her neck.

This time, his large hand carefully caresses Cecil’s pure white neck, and the necklace that shines softly in the moonlight finally returns to its owner…

-Hehe.

“……?”

A level of gaze that can no longer be ignored.

Looking down at her immaculate cheeks, Julius, who was immersed in thought for a moment, slowly turned his head in the direction he felt his gaze.

The only thing that catches her eye is the faint shadow at her feet and the moonlight illuminating the room.

As the shadows slowly drifting like a sea of calm were reflected in their golden eyes, a man named Julius Tafnel had to think of a word.

The truth is that his wife is the ‘devil’.

It seemed that the time had come when I had to catch the devil as a heretic inquisitor.

***

“Um… where did you go? disappeared?”

A huge palace where dreams and madness are mixed.

In the dream of a being called Cecil Lionelta, who is also known as the Great Evil Nirhill, Cecil forced himself to stand up as he was rolling around the banquet hall and turned his head to look around.

I can’t see Langsa Hill, who was roaring vigorously and snoring until before, or another figure of himself who was whining next to him.

Where have you all gone?

Take a moment to ponder the questions that creep into your mind.

As she gazed at the curtain of shadows still floating in front of her, she threw away all the trivial questions she had been thinking about before.

Yes, another self or an alter ego of the devil. What do you know where you went?

Only one thing is important.

He is only going to meet his eternal partner, Julius Tafnel.

Slowly touch the body that perfectly portrays yourself, woven in the dream world.

Even if you show him this body, you shouldn’t be ashamed.

Embarrassingly, he threw off all his clothes and finally found a satisfied smile on Cecil’s lips as he looked around at his naked body.

With a single flick of her finger, she quickly puts her clothes back on her body and returns to her modest outfit, and she finally runs to the door leading to the present world with light footwork.

“What is Julius doing now? Are you kissing me? Or are you hugging me tight in that wide chest?”

Tong- Tong-

At the footsteps of my master, a plump doll made in the image of Julius also bounced back after her, and now she remembers a scene from a sensual novel and smiles with bizarre imagination. This revealed myself.

It’s a scene that makes you really want to go crazy.

What are Julius and his body doing now?

Cecil, who couldn’t open all of his eyes, and narrowly opened his eyes, stuck out his head in the swamp of shadows.

The sight seen through the cracks in the small shadows created by his own body.

It was a sight of a man with blonde hair looking down at a woman with brown hair and trying to hang a necklace.

“Finally, finally! Julius is looking at me, aren’t you happy too?”

The proof of the love you’ve been longing for.

His precious treasure received from him and returned to him as a symbol of death.

Looking at the woman’s bare cheeks mixed with madness and ecstasy, Julius II, the creature of the devil, thought.

This woman is truly terrifying.

However, it was impossible for a petty doll to offend my master.

In the swamp of shadows, flirting and flirting—following the running demon, he started running.

“Now we are almost there. After Julius puts the token of love on my neck, I appear next to him in sorrow, as if the curse had been lifted. And my lovely husband gives me the gift of a deep reunion kiss.”

Next, well… I’ll be making Leila’s little brother.

His real body is asleep, but how the heck are you going to make the second one?

The doll, who had been watching the woman drooling while uttering incomprehensible sounds, is again engulfed in agony.

The sound of something breaking came from above the woman’s head, who was holding her arm and closing her eyes as if she couldn’t stand it any longer.

─── Brilliant.

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something that happened unintentionally.

The swamp of shadows that holds the devil’s workhorse is forcibly broken by the hand with the golden brilliance, and the other hand that is not covered with the brilliance snatches the woman’s back in an instant.

“What, what? What the heck is going on… damn it!”

Boom–!

The body of the devil that begins to soar from the swamp of shadows toward the present in an instant as if a fisherman is catching a fish.

In an incomprehensible situation, he opened his eyes tightly and rolled around for a while, and when the face of Julius, a blond-haired man staring at him floating in the air, caught his eye, Cecil called out in confusion. – I trembled.

‘What, what? How the hell did you notice? Surely he was hiding his presence well?’

dead pan. cold eyes. And looking at the silver rocket that was gently placed on his chest, not his neck, he thought of the devil named Cecil Lionelta.

Perhaps, being despised by her husband would not be all that bad.

After a while, her fake body, which had been floating in the air for a while, began to fall into Julius’s arms, and the pitiful woman instantly became her husband. It was sucked into the wide chest of the strongest heretic inquisitor.

“Oh, hello.”

“… … .”

“Heh, heh heh. caught up.”

“… … .”

“You look very angry. Mi, I’m sorry. I bought it and shot it without saying anything.”

As always, the warmth was gone, and looking at the golden eyes with a cold chill, Cecil felt a drop of cold sweat running down her cheek, and buried her face in his chest and began to groan desperately. .

The devil’s aegyo, whose foolish plan was discovered in such an instant, continued for a while.

His mouth, which had been staring at my wife for a long time, without saying a word before, finally began to slowly open.

“… Cecil.”

“Yes? What is it? Are you very angry? sorry. I just wanted you to look at me.”

“…were you worried? I… I know I will never see you again.”

When he said that, the tears in his eyes just turned red, just like the way he had when he stopped breathing in the old days.

At the piercing pain in his chest, the devil in love slowly lifted his head toward his luscious lips to appease my husband’s pain…

“So, I realized that as an Inquisitor, I had to educate you, the demon.”

“Yes? What are you talking about? Education is…”

Cecil’s body, which was trying to covet Julius’ lips, in anticipation of the time of pleasure and joy that will begin from now on, stops, and the foolish devil begins to blink as he looks at her husband who speaks incomprehensible words.

The heretic inquisitor, who was looking at his cute wife, put a light smile on his lips, clenched his fist lightly as if knocking, and lightly fed honey chestnut to the white forehead of the creepy and disgusting devil.

─── Peek Kong!

“Ah, ah!”

A shrill voice escaped from her mouth.

A man who swore unchanging love, engraving in my mind a precious treasure that I might never have heard of. Julius Tafnell slowly began to capture the current Cecil in his eyes.

A small bedroom with beautiful moonlight.

that old time. A girl with a bright smile turned into a woman.

In the place where the red-dyed paprika flowers bloomed, a being called a demon, not a human being,

She became a woman again in the arms of her beloved husband.

-… … .

I can’t help but even open my mouth to see that.

The devil, who had always whispered in Cecil’s ear, said nothing.

As if there was no such thing from the beginning.

A story of love and innocence that took place at dawn, before dawn.