My Wife Is the Devil

There was only silence.

In the middle of a dry land where no wind blows, which can be expressed in a single line, there was a demon who was transformed into a woman by weaving shadows.

Before the era of kings, the first void that was revered as a pagan god and began to overtake the place of Rome.

The Great Evil Nirhill was humming a soft hum while watching the evening sunset in a quiet atmosphere.

lala- lala-

One of the few future scenes that remained in my mind when I first opened my eyes in the void.

The wife of a fool. The pitiful devil with an unknown congratulatory song that Cecil Lionelta loved to sang was only to soothe his gloomy heart as he recalled his spouse who would be a thousand years away.

For such a brief moment, a depressing energy fills the parched earth,

Just when the urge to close your eyes and fall into a never-ending sleep rides the Great Evil’s chest and spreads throughout your clumsy body. A frivolous girl’s voice came from behind her back.

“Sister, what are you doing here? Don’t pretend to be noble by yourself, kill some cheeky humans!”

A demon that annoys nerves with vulgarity in every word. The face of the blond-haired man I had barely remembered at the sound of Arnhill’s voice faded from my mind.

Feeling anger at this, Nirhill smashed his brother’s chin, who was running behind my back.

Fur– billions!

“Kek, what the hell do you do when I call you every day? We are the only sisters in the world. Because my sister keeps doing this, I’m going to die of regret.”

“I never had a younger brother like you. I was an outsider.”

Incomprehensible words that flow from the mouth of the devil, who can always speak only the truth.

Although he doesn’t like it, an ungrateful demon who devoured the body of an angel. Lionelta, Nirhill, and Arnhill are special beings who first awakened from the void.

With a different dimension from the other 24 demons, there are only three of them in the world… In human terms, they are like sisters.

However, Nirhil, who always looked at herself and acted as if she was seeing something disgusting and filthy, sometimes spoke words she did not understand.

That he was the only child, that he was the only mate who could tell whether he was Ulysses or Kaiser.

In the first place, seeing the future must be a power granted only to angels.

How the hell did my sister see the future?

It’s been 400 years since I opened my eyes from the void, and was fully matured by the hand of Rom, who was given to me by the world.

Even as a high-ranking demon who was endowed with eternal life, looking at her older sister who she had been with for a long time, Arnhill offered her the food she had in her hand and created a face that resembled a human in a black and dirty body, the so-called ‘big smile’. ‘ was built.

“Don’t be like that, but I have a relationship with each other for 400 years. Let’s deepen the friendship between the sisters by sharing this.”

“… Do you think what you are holding in your hand is really something to eat?”

The spectacle reflected in the eyes of the devil, who took the form of a woman by weaving black shadows, was a very pitiful sight, with a blonde-haired girl seized by the evil demon’s hand and trembling in contemplation, unable to even scream.

“Eh? So the devil eats humans or even pigs? Calm down, sister. They live on the lowliness of things and humans who can’t get around under the sun. For us, these are nothing more or less than just snacks. I’ve been holding you back as a fresh kid, so I’ll hand over the softer torso to my sister.”

───Pain.

The head and torso of a young girl with blonde hair is about to break off in the arms of black mud with great magic that twists reality, which is different from the creatures that walk on the ground.

Nir-Hil, who could not see this, quickly cast a shadow and shattered Arn-Hil’s body in one fell swoop.

“This child has not committed any crimes yet. It’s not a life that can be eaten by such a vulgar bitch.”

Normally, grievances would come out of Arnhill’s mouth, who had just regenerated his body, but the third Great Evil, who received a sincere blow from a being who had reached the gods, would just become a handful of mud on the ground and bubbling. it was like

“…is that okay?”

As if a mother was holding her child in her arms, the great devil gently hugs the blonde-haired girl and speaks with a soft voice.

However, there was no answer from the child who almost had his throat ripped out at once by Arnhill’s immense power.

Nirhil was very upset by this and stomped on the pieces of the body of ‘soggy desire’ that were rolling at his feet.

“…I want to resemble you a little bit.”

‘Oh! Oh! Hehe.’

When I see her blonde hair with a lot of dirt and black soot attached to it, it reminds me of his daughter I once saw.

A cute and lovable child who toddled with her small legs, held her in my arms and spit out a short tongue.

The little lady who smiled and wrinkled her nose as if she had everything in the world was so good when she pinched her red cheeks once.

As the ship began to slowly swell, when he heard and spoke to your tiny heartbeat, it felt like flying through the sky.

The fruit of my relationship with him.

Evidence of eternal love.

Oh yeah. I had a precious daughter.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

My stomach hurts, I am willing to sacrifice this body, my one and only treasure in the world.

Yes, Whew. It was such a name.

It was definitely that name.

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I can’t remember.

“Gagging, Kek. Cool.”

The daughter of a stupid man who faintly came to mind at the sound of a child’s cough coming from inside her arms. ㅁㅁㅁ’s face disappears like an illusion.

It was a similar situation to when Arnhill spoke to me before.

However, unlike before when I broke my chin and neck. With his black hands stroking the cheeks of a dirty, pitifully skinny girl, the devil named Nirhill was merely humming a song like a lullaby with a pleasant off-white tone.

It wasn’t the white, full cheeks I saw in the void.

He didn’t have the white, slender hands he had seen in the void.

However, after more than a thousand years, they will surely meet.

A man with the same dignity as a nobleman and a man he can’t help but fall in love with, and a cute girl with her hair neatly tied in two ponytails.

Surely we will be able to meet.

Before the Age of Kings, in the Age of Demons, when most of the earth was stained with magic and called the Demon Realm.

There was a great demon who was worshiped by insignificant humans.

The creatures called her this way.

The Great Evil Nirhill.

An ancient language and a magical word that refers to beings who have attained the heights of the gods.

Its meaning was very simple.

nameless one.

nameless.

The pitiful demon who has lost even his name is still looking at the horizon today.

I didn’t shed any tears.

Because he had lost even his blue eyes that made him cry.

A long time ago, when demons ruled the world, and the great demons were praised for exceeding the prestige of the gods.

The story of the devil and the little girl on the dry land.

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“Yo, Yogi. Kete Village!”

“It’s not Kete, it’s ‘Kente’. You stupid kid.”

– Beep!

“Oh, my father’s hometown! I’ve heard of it before! This is Mila’s grandfather! I said it was a place to do it.”

“That Julius guy was probably telling the story of Grandpa Mila. I don’t understand.”

From the golden wheat fields where I leave my body to the wind, the warm smell tickles the tip of my nose, and Leira Tafnell, a little lady walking down the toddle road looking at the sight of a bustling market in the distance, is a village that I only heard from my beloved father. The corners of his lips twitched as he looked at Kent.

– Beep! Beep!

“Beep, wait a minute! If you go to Jogi-, I’ll buy you something delicious from Ajo’s bakery that I heard from my dad!”

“Little boy, you. Did you know about Uncle Finn’s bakery?”

“yes! Daddy told me a long time ago I always went to eat bread with my sister hand in hand.”

I thought that she was a very desperate person not to see my daughter, but I guess she met her unexpectedly without realizing it.

Cryle, who raised the evaluation of my damn close friend to a higher level in her mind, took a leisurely step as she pondered the word ‘sister’ that came out of Leira’s mouth.

‘By the way, Thalia, is that girl doing well? Julius If I had heard that he was married, I would have cried and cried.’

A girl with black hair whose face rots whenever she sees herself, and flowers bloom on her face like a sunflower whenever she looks at Julius. Thinking of Thalia Zipnell, one of the angels’ representatives, he suddenly felt a chill and trembled once in a while.

“Little boy. Are there times when you suddenly feel a chill? Don’t you know why?”

“… Mr. Ajo. Are you trying to make fun of me again?”

“Wait, good quality? little one you! Where did you learn such bad words?”

“Did you learn from Ajo-san? hey.”

God the rom you gave me!

To hear the vulgar words of craftiness come out of the mouth of an innocent girl.

It’s been 5 years since I took that tomboy with me on behalf of my close friend.

A man called the best interrogator for the derailment of a child that he almost carried and raised.

Cryle Raynell was secretly wiping away tears.

-Piyaak!

A demonic creature over the head of such a pathetic Inquisitor.

A creature in which magic and divine art are in harmony, collectively known as ‘Pyakyi’, pecks at his head with his tiny beak.

Leira, who pretended not to know about her stupid uncle who started a serious fight with the tiny sparrow, couldn’t control her excitement and started running towards the village of Kente.

Put it and do it——.

“Ah, do you dare to know who I am? My name is Kryle Raynell. The most beautiful being in the world. Reign’s representative of punishment and next to Julius Tafnel, the best interrogation in Liream… Ah! It’s really painful, you damn it!”

– Beep! Beep! Piyaa!

With the comical melody of the sparrow and the interrogator in the background, the girl with her blonde hair in two ponytails accelerates, and eventually her tiny feet enter the market. The eyes of the villagers, who were leisurely enjoying the afternoon market, are focused on the child they could not see.

“You’re a kid I haven’t seen.”

“That face, doesn’t it look like Julius when you were young? When he was a kid, he was pretty like a girl.”

“We’ll see if we can say that in front of Julius later!”

chuckle

Blood can’t lie?

I haven’t said anything yet.

As soon as he saw Leira’s face, he was a villain in the town of Kente. The townsfolk start coming up with Julius Tafnel’s name.

It must be scary to see the big black men giggling, but at the sound of their resemblance to my father, Leyra felt so good that she could fly in the sky, and involuntarily jumped in place.

Paul- mate–!

A woman with a classical atmosphere who was looking at such a child with joy.

Rosa Maritekal, the owner of a clothing store in charge of women’s clothing in Kente Village, spoke softly to the little boy who was smiling with a warm smile.

“Hello kid. It’s a face I haven’t seen What did you come to Kente village for?”

“Ah, hello. Joe is Ray. I’m here to see my dad.”

“… Dad? Yes, my little girl is here to see her dad. Did you come all the way here alone?”

“Oh, no! I came here with Piyak and Kryle Ajo.”

“… big, Kryle? Cryle Raynell?”

A man’s name that came out of a child’s mouth.

A name engraved in the corner of the mind of every Kente villager.

Cryle Raynell.

The angel you worship. One of the other species that lived with the words of ‘I will definitely get married someday’ with Raynell of Punishment.

As the name of the man who entered the path of asceticism as a priest 10 years ago with Julius resounded from the kid’s mouth. The mouths of the people in the market, who were talking in a noisy atmosphere, shut their mouths for an instant.

“… Joe… Jogi? Did I make a dance mistake?”

In order not to be teased by Kryle, a short tongue sounded again from Leira’s mouth, who had been practicing pronunciation in her spare time in the carriage, and suddenly the sound of someone’s shoes starting to come from inside the market shrouded in silence.

Touk———–.

“I don’t know if everyone is doing well. Long time no see, everyone.”

“Hey, it’s Kryle.”

“What? Cryle is here?”

“Where, where! Is the real Kryle guy back?”

“hey! Gather everyone! Following Julius’s footsteps, Kryle is back this time!”

As if the silence until before was an illusion, the market was heated by the enthusiasm of the villagers, who became more noisy.

Looking at them as they started running towards him with their faces blushing, Kryle erased the cynical smile that had always hung on my lips and gave me the bright smile of a boyhood.

“That’s right, everyone. It doesn’t matter if you don’t welcome me like this. Well, I understand that you missed me… Whoa!”

“Let’s get one hit!”

“Yes, yes! You look like this hard-headed bastard, how cute we were to you, but we haven’t contacted you in 10 years!”

“No, listen to me for a second… no!”

A representative of Raynell who unwittingly begins to be beaten up surrounded by muscular men.

It must be a welcome greeting, but even if the heart in that greeting is heavy, it is too heavy.

In front of Leira, who looks at her with a subtle smile from the other side, to prevent this abnormal loss of face.

The man, called the best heretic inquisitor, quickly flicked his long fingers, showing even the ugliness that wielded the power of an angel, and escaped as if rolling through a muscular hell.

“Uhhh. What. Everyone will be happy to see you after a long time, but let’s stop saying the welcome here.”

“It’s sad what are you trying to finish already! Julius had been welcoming us for half a day!”

okay! okay!

Apparently, Julius Tafnel, who arrived in Kente village first, must have also suffered such humiliation.

Even though it has been 10 years, Cryle’s eyes start to blush when she sees the villagers who welcomed him enthusiastically.

In front of him, Rosa, who had had a brief chat with the blonde-haired girl, Leira, walked up to him, pointed at the child who was distracted by this noisy sight, and secretly asked her identity.

“Oh my, welcome back to the town of Kente, Kryle. But that’s it. That kid… Is that ‘that’ kid I’m thinking of?”

Rosa, who is already half-confident, asks a question to him just in case.

At that moment, Cryle gently pushed up the corners of her mouth with a mischievous smile, and everyone in the village held their breath and looked only at his mouth!

The gray-haired inquisitor pointed to the little lady, standing in an awkward position with an awkward smile, and said the child’s name in a small but elegant voice that could be heard clearly by all.

“Come on, right. That cheeky kid standing over there is the famous bad boy of this Kente town. This is Leira Tafnel, daughter of Julius Tafnel.”

“Look! I was right! It looks just like Julius’s childhood!”

“Looking at you, huh… she looks just like Julius’s wife.”

“under! If it’s Julius’s daughter, it’s impossible not to welcome this! Now, everyone, end your business here today, and get ready for a welcome party for Kryle and Julius daughters!”

wow!

A loud roar that could cause her eardrums to fall off echoed in the little lady’s ears, and as the villagers began to shake hands with her from all directions, the little lady’s eyes literally began to flutter.

“Did I say Layra? Nice to meet you. I’m sure I’ll meet Julius’ daughter while I’m still alive.”

“Ah, hello. But, me, my mother over there…”

“Welcome to Kante! If it’s Julius’s daughter, then she’s a granddaughter of all of us. I think it’s my home and I want to be comfortable.”

“Come on, I’m sorry. But, me, over there!”

“I’m called Finn who makes bread in that bakery over there. Your father always used to get bread from my bakery every morning. If I have time, I want to show you my skills.”

“Ahh! I know you lose Finn’s Bakery! Dad told me Uh- it’s a very tasty bakery.”

A familiar name heard in the ear of a little boy who couldn’t come to his senses as he was shaken by uncles he didn’t know.

Leira, who finally woke up to the name ‘Fin’, which always appears in childhood stories told by her father, Julius Tafnel, hastily started talking to him.

Unlike the others, Finn, who received the little girl’s ‘pretend to know’, shrugged her shoulders with a wry smile.

“Dirty Finn! Don’t make an old man look like that!”

“That bastard, I’m going to brag about that at a drinking party for a while.”

“Noisy, you guys! Those whose names have not been called, stay still!”

chuckle

He was booed by the villagers, but Finn’s mood, when he was called by Julius’s daughter for the first time, soared without knowing that he was high in the sky. It was just going to go.

“Loose, lose.”

Leila, who spoke carefully to him, spoke again.

Looking forward to something, but looking at the little child who was wiggling his hands like he was anxious, Finn slowly lowered his head and gave Leira a warm smile.

“Okay, do you have any more questions? When it comes to your father’s childhood, this is where I know best.”

“Go… lose. Not my dad… but my mom…”

Now, beyond wiggling her hands, Layra began to tremble and tremble.

Why is the child, who always looked lively, trembling with so much anxiety?

‘Oh, I can’t see my mother anywhere. After all… did my mother go to heaven?’

A mother who was not with her child when she became a little girl, freed from an infant.

A father who is so proud of himself. When Julius Tafnel looked at the face of a child, he always frowned and lowered his head to the ground.

As if holding back tears.

A grateful benefactor who took care of herself on behalf of her busy father. When Cryle Raynell asks where the child’s mother, Cecil, is, she often falters.

It’s like I can’t tell you where I am.

The clerics of the denomination murmured while looking at the vigorously running child.

A monster born after swallowing my mother.

‘Layra, your mother is a little ill. It’s like resting for a while in a place with good air. So… if Layra is kind and strong, I’m sure I’ll be able to see my mother again…’

A loving father who held himself tightly in his wide arms and stroked his hair desperately in a crying voice.

Trusting only the words that came out of Julius Tafnell’s mouth, the child has grown up with a strong personality.

Even if my head thought it was a lie. Because in my heart I wanted to believe that it was the truth.

However, even here in the town of Kent, where Dad was, the mother was nowhere to be seen.

Yes, it is a natural fact.

A woman with the scent of warm milk that Leira longed for.

Cecil Lionelta is already dead…

“Ah, Miss Cecil! If it was your mother, how many times have I said hello last time?”

“After all, my mother is dead… right?”

“Really, they were a good couple. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, it’s clear that we can see each other dying and not living!”

“Hey, how good are you? They just stick together like one body?”

How the hell did this happen?

Obviously, my mother was actually dead, and the adults were lying to me, wasn’t it?

Layra’s eyes, which had already been spinning and spinning, are now starting to return at an even faster pace, and over the head of a confused child, a man with gray hair. Cryle Raynell’s large hand was gently placed on it.

“kid. didn’t i say If you go to Kente village, you will be able to see your mother.”

“Ha, but that’s a lie…”

“Where is this cheeky? Why would I lie to you?”

He always has the face of an old-fashioned adult, and his face, armed with a sarcastic tone and a cynical smile, has warm affection.

Slowly stroking the poor, poor child’s head, he slowly opened his mouth to the villagers, a foolish servant of the gods who wanted to give Cecil back to his best friend and Leira even by making a deal with the devil.

“So, where is that strange couple? My son came to visit, but he was so small that he couldn’t even see his nose.”

“You mean Julius and Miss Cecil? The two of you left for Aran with Priest Emily to go on a short trip?”

“Oh, I see. Aran. Aran. Ah… What?”

I thought he was obviously a dirty demon, that he had to obey the Lord’s faithful words, and that he was arguing in the village by spitting out old-fashioned words.

That underworld Julius.

too fast?

Cryle, a foolish man who can’t keep his mouth shut, opened his mouth to the unexpected news of the Julius couple who he thought would be in Kente Village.

He glanced at Leyra, who was standing next to me without saying a word, reminiscing about the past self that he promised the child that he would let him meet his mother confidently.

Surprisingly, he didn’t even move.

I don’t know what that little kid is thinking right now.

Now, the villagers tilt their heads with a puzzled expression as they look at Cryle, who is restless in a cold sweat.

However, with shiny blonde hair and blue eyes, a girl born with the fate of a saint.

In Leira Tafnell’s head, only one fact began to ring in the child’s ears, constantly calling out to me.

[Leira’s mother, Cecil Lionelta, is alive.]

“Gee, it was real. really. My mother was alive.”

It wasn’t a lie.

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Wow!!!!

A little girl who realizes that the lie she wanted so much to be true is the truth and begins to scream silently.

Looking at Leila like that, the Great Demon of Nirhill.

Commonly known as ‘beep’, the interrogator’s head began to chirp happily.

– Beep.

Probably, before this winter is over.

Kryle’s words that the child will receive a terrific gift seem to have come true.

Truly, it couldn’t have been a wonderful gift.