My Wife Is the Devil

Tick-tick—tick-tick–.

A quiet corner of the drawing room where you can hear the continuous sound of a clock that is carefully interlocking with each other.

A woman with silver hair imbued with a magical energy, and a lustrous pearl inside that sparkles like jewels.

The adopted daughter of the god Rom, who was once called the priest of immortality and was almost revered as a saint of the Telmere Church.

Emily Ridina was just trembling her legs and glancing at the girl in front of her to see what was so disturbing.

“… … .”

“I, there. Thalia. Are you very angry?”

“… … .”

“I am very angry…”

The silver-haired priest restlessly talks to Talia, the dark-haired girl who is terribly unmoving, just staring at the steaming teacup in front of me.

At the answer that didn’t come back, he just bowed his head in a cold sweat.

‘Thalia, you must be very angry.’

‘That girl, once you get really angry, it’s really hard to calm down…’

‘No, but really, what did I do so wrong?’

‘Come to think of it, there’s nothing really wrong with it, isn’t it?’

‘In the first place, it’s strange that I’m crouching like this.’

‘I’m not the real mother here. It’s time for me, like a mother, to fix this child’s stinky hair.’

In a corner of the drawing room where there was only silence, she bowed her head and fell into deep thought, and at the word that came to her mind, she patted my knee and raised her head.

there is nothing wrong with

But Emily pretends to be an orphan, pretending to be a dignified priest. In the end, the essence is this.

Roughly in everything. moderately appropriate.

A woman who moves by intuition rather than logic.

That is the nature of a priestess named Emily Ridina.

For a moment, I was ‘tired’ by the anger of the dark-haired girl in front of me.

That said, it doesn’t make sense for the elder to keep crouching.

The priestess, who had made up her mind, swallowed one big saliva and began to shout at Thalia with a stern expression in her purple eyes that were too bright to shine.

“Thalia. No matter how much you hate the devil. You shouldn’t think that all demons are bad…”

“You didn’t get cut from the position of a saint because you have such a soft mind!”

“Ah, no… I didn’t cut it, I came out…”

She confidently charged at the girl, but suddenly her eyes widened and she frowned and shouted at herself like a demonic spirit.

Embarrassingly, Emily was pushed back by the momentum, and she hesitated to speak.

“I and I were all thinking, so I closed my eyes to Julius and Cecil. Don’t you think I do things every day without thinking?”

“Priest Emily. No, it’s not that Kryle’s brother became that way because he resembled his mother! In the first place, the person who smoked cigarettes in front of children. Are you proud of being an adult now?”

In response to Talia’s ruthless attack of truth, pouring down like waves one after another, Emily, who became a nectar and dumb, began to protest against the girl, not even protesting, with tears in her eyes.

“I, I bloomed in secret. It’s because you keep chasing after me. And do you know what it feels like to hear that a woman who has never held a man’s hand is a mother?”

“… … .”

At a flowery age, he felt skeptical about the path of a priest, and went under the priest he admired, Brookin.

At her lament for having to take on the role of the mother of chubby children who were not even in the market, this time, the dark-haired girl’s mouth was closed like a nectar.

“Neither do I. What are you worried about?”

“… … .”

“He who listens to the whispers of the devil, the end will be ruin.”

“… … .”

“But, if it’s Julius, I think I’ll be able to overcome it. And that child named Cecil is a better child than you think.”

good? Does a good woman throw a fist in the face as soon as their eyes meet?

Thalia, who was so dissatisfied with Emily’s words as she tilted her head, tried to open her mouth to her again, reassuring herself.

At Emily’s whispers that followed, she only lowered her head with a gloomy expression on her face.

“know. It is best not to associate with the devil.”

“Me too, when I first saw the devil named Cecil, I thought that I should refrain from it.”

“… … .”

“It is a being that spreads a terrifying fear, harboring an evil beyond human control.”

“But even so, I couldn’t keep the demon away from Julius.”

“… … .”

“You didn’t even notice it vaguely. When Julius first returned to Kente, the eyes of that child.”

‘You look very bad, Julius. It doesn’t seem like you’re suffering from heartache, but now that you’ve returned to your hometown with a lot of effort, how about relaxing your shoulders a little?’

‘… … .’

“It wasn’t the eyes of a living person. Julius’s eyes returned to the point of not being able to open them and look at them.”

That’s it. It was the eyes of a dead man. There was no life to be found at all.

“However, after a demon named Cecil appeared, Julius began to come alive again like a lie.”

“… … .”

“It’s like putting a strong thread back on a doll whose thread has been broken.”

“so that. As a mother, I decided to watch over the couple.”

It wasn’t the blunt priestess, who was usually full of playfulness and lacked something.

In the image of a woman showing her face as the mother of a bunch of chubby little boys named Julius, Cryl, and Thalia, and starting to appease a child who can’t overcome her anger.

The girl who had been muttering like a prayer that she had to kill the devil so stubbornly, uttered a word of agreement, so small that it would be inaudible if she didn’t pay attention.

“… I see. Let’s just watch it for a second.”

There’s no way Julius’s older brother would make the wrong choice.

A new family that was like a child’s bond at the brink of life, whose family was wiped out by the devil.

A boy with blonde hair who always guided him with a confident expression when he was young.

Obviously, I’m not going to make the wrong choice.

Clearly, it’s the wrong way to go. Because it will look straight ahead.

Recalling the infinite trust she had for Julius, which she had always had in her heart, Thalia finally gave up her stubbornness and simply nodded her head toward the silver-haired priest with a sullen expression.

“Yeah, so. Thalia, cool your head a little too. Look, the great being we serve, the angel, is also cooling his head.”

Emily smiles brightly, pointing to the sight seen through the huge, transparent window that fills one side of the living room wall.

The sight caught in the eyes of Thalia, who turned her head in the direction her fingers were pointing like that…

“Hmm, these clothes aren’t bad either.”

“…I, these are all my clothes…”

“Ha, so. What do you mean? He said he would put me on the robes of the insignificant demon baboon. Are you voicing your dissatisfaction with the fact that even if you prostrate yourself, it will not be enough?”

“Oh, no, it’s coming… uh…”

A devil with blonde hair.

An angel of love and kindness who is receiving gorgeous clothes from the Countess, which is inhabited by a high-ranking demon called Rana Hill, with a huge mouth.

Archangel Jeepnel caught my eye.

“Because of Julius, the clothes that you came for were completely ruined. Inevitably, you are in the process of getting the Countess’ clothes instead.”

“…Isn’t it enough to just buy a new dress?”

Thalia glanced at Emily, tilting her head at the incomprehensible angel’s actions.

The priestess, who looked at her with a slightly sinister expression, shook her head and made a small gesture towards the girl, and then began to whisper quietly as if she were telling a secret.

“You can’t stay in Aran all the time. Originally, I was thinking of picking one up at a high-end clothing store.”

“…but why are you like that?”

In response to Talia’s questionable answer, Emily raised her hand and continued speaking while pointing somewhere.

“It’s very manly, but none of the clothes fit this chest area. Inevitably, it was impossible to find clothes that fit unless they were made to order.”

“… … .”

“Well, it doesn’t matter that we don’t have anything like that for the rest of our lives. It seems that the angels have suffered a lot too.”

“… … .”

“Ta, Thalia? Why all of a sudden?”

After the absurd chest story came out, Thalia shrugged her eyes while thinking of something far away without any answer.

What on earth was she thinking of to suddenly appear like this?

“… yes, it was. This vulgar demon…”

“Wow, what are you talking about, Thalia? The devil’s story isn’t over…”

“This vulgar demon! Dare to seduce Julius older brother with my breasts!”

A girl with dark hair who barely calmed down.

Emily, who had witnessed the never-ending anger from the front of Talia Zipnell’s face once again, tilted her head and closed her eyes, not knowing what to say.

“Ta, Thalia? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“… … .”

“Ta, Thalia?”

Emily desperately tries to talk to her again and again, but Thalia, who is blinded by anger, confronts the devil yesterday.

He was reminiscing about the sensation he felt as he rolled around with the brown-haired woman, Cecil Lionelta.

Obviously, seeing it with my own eyes, it was quite ordinary.

The softness she felt when she climbed on top of her, punched her, and rolled around.

Clearly, it was a dangerous abomination capable of arousing the lust of a man.

“… After all, we need to find Julius’ brother right now.”

“Hey, why don’t you just leave it alone? If you go to visit me for nothing and see even a sweet appearance, you won’t be able to bear it…”

“I have to find it! Julius’s brother is also a boy. You may be walking the wrong path with lust!”

“Uh, when are you going to believe me?”

“aah!”

The middle of Aran’s lord’s castle.

A girl’s scream echoes from the corner of the luxurious drawing room.

she had come to realize

I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure I’ve figured it out.

‘Hey, you dare covet Julius? On the topic of a milky little kid.’

‘Julius is a very passionate man in bed. You don’t know.’

Why did that filthy demon spit at him like that?

Why is it that he can never defeat that demon?

It was just that I realized it.

***

“Huh, you are talking about something interesting.”

“… Cecil, what are you muttering to yourself again?”

“yes? Nothing. Hehe.”

I can’t feel anyone’s popularity anywhere.

In the middle of an unmanned world where only silence pervades.

The priest and the devil faced each other and were talking while slicing the steak placed on the table.

“It’s just the two of us enjoying the morning together. I remember going to the Carridge Restaurant.”

“Hmm, sure. It feels like I’ve rented the whole store because there’s no one there.”

“By the way, was it red hair back then? Suddenly I wonder, how was the red hair me?”

The devil grabs my head and starts fluttering like it did at Carridge Restaurant.

How cute that figure was again, Julius let out a small laugh, shook his head, got up from his seat, stroked her white cheeks, and whispered softly.

“Whether it’s brown hair or red hair. Even if I don’t have any hair. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“… No, no matter what, it would be a problem if you didn’t have hair.”

Even if he said that, Cecil started to laugh bashfully while rummaging through the pieces of steak in front of me, to see if he liked the pretty word that came out of Julius’s mouth.

There was no knife in her hand.

Well, because Julius, who was infinitely kind to a woman named Cecil, had already carefully cut her share of the steak.

The damned-handed demon who couldn’t do anything cooking-related simply wiggled his legs with glee and shoveled a late breakfast into his tiny little mouth.

lala- lala–.

“…After all, I didn’t find anything in the church.”

Yum Yum.

“Is the only way left to do is wait for the news from the demon who has taken over the palace?”

yum yum yum.

“… Cecil, I’m not going to tell you about that demon called Arnhill….”

“no.”

As soon as she heard the name of the demon ‘Arnhill’ that came out of Julius’s mouth, she frowned and refused his request with a single blow.

“…can I ask why you don’t like it?”

“Well, I don’t know if it was before, but now that bitch has the body of a ‘girl’. I don’t want to put it in my mouth like any other girl.”

“…just just in case, would you have told me if the devil had taken on a man’s body?”

“Wow, why do I have to put the man’s name in my mouth? Do I only want to look at Julius, think of Julius, and only call Julius?”

Looking at her dark blue eyes, which seemed to be sucked in by light, the blonde-haired man, Julius Tafnell, slowly closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

It seems that his lovely wife has no intention of talking about the high-ranking demons who have taken over the palace.

In that case, in order to get information about the devil called Arnhill. It’s supposed to be ‘it’.

“…do you really want to tell me?”

“Of course, I don’t want to get your ears dirty with bitches and stuff like that.”

“… Then, you don’t want to do business with me…”

“Yes! Will you do it?”

“… … .”

Were you aiming for this from the beginning?

Looking at her face, her eyes twinkling and the corners of her lips twitching, it must have been her aim to make a deal from the beginning.

Julius raised his finger and touched her slender nose when he saw Cecil’s absurd appearance, who started to wiggle his body with a big smile, turning his head and opening his mouth with his eyes half closed.

“So, what can I do for you to tell the story of the wicked devil?”

“Yeah, of course it’s a hot, sticky, passionate night!”

“… As a priest, you cannot grant such a wish. It has to be wholesome.”

“sh*t.”

Perhaps he was very dissatisfied that his biggest wish had been rejected with a single knife, and Cecil, who had rubbed his mouth and kicked the pitiful floor, rolled his eyes for a moment, then smiled again, as if thinking of a good idea, and raised his head brightly.

“Then, instead of the hot, sticky, and passionate night of bizarre carnal lust and lust!”

“… Maybe it’s because of my mood that it’s been longer than before.”

“Join me making my uniform!”

“… Uniform?”

“okay! I mean the uniform. Now I’m not the Great Evil, I’m a Heretic Inquisitor. Oh my gosh, I need a uniform.”

Cecil looks like a child, gets up from his seat and shrugs his shoulders.

“…… Hmm.”

it’s a uniform Well, as an honorary position, Ji-eon Jeong has proudly raised her name as a heretic inquisitor of the Telmere Church.

You should definitely match the assortment.

Even if you think about it carefully, there is no questionable corner at all.

The naive Heretic Inquisitor simply nodded at the devil’s words.

Cecil, who received the ‘permission’ of her lovely husband, gently lifted the hem of her skirt like a noble girl and slowly bowed her head toward him.

“Hmm, then, for the full-scale uniform production. First, let me invite you to the world of dreams. It’s okay to look forward to it, because it’s a place where you can get a glimpse of my most secret heart.”

lord of dreams.

The Great Evil Nirhill.

No, it’s the dreamy mansion that Inquisitor Cecil Lionelta is proud of.

Whoops.

“…you have to open your mouth like that…”

Just—!

……

The devil who babbled with a triumphant expression with just one sound, and the priest who shook his head and looked at her.

An unmanned restaurant that disappeared without a trace.

In the middle of the world where the dishes on the table cool down, and only silence begins to wander again.

Woowoung ────!

Only one. No, only one bag.

Only the Holy Sword, not invited to the devil’s mansion, cried mournfully.

It was before noon. The story of two women and a couple.