My Wife Is the Devil

“Ta-Alia!”

The voice of a lively woman resounds in the middle of the Liream Royal Library, whose virtues should be regarded as stillness and silence.

The librarian in charge of the library raises his head to punish the unscrupulous person who dares to break the silence of the library, frowned at the loud noise that comes in as if forcibly pinching one’s ears.

When he saw the figure of a woman with splendidly beautiful silver hair that had entered his eyes, he shut his mouth.

“ah! I’m sorry, librarian. Wasn’t this a place you shouldn’t be talking about?”

“… me, me. It doesn’t matter if you feel free to talk.”

“Wow! thank you Then I will talk freely without any hesitation.”

A pretty priestess who nodded her head while catching the librarian’s nonsense as if it was going well.

Emily, with her purple eyes twinkling, ran towards the girl in the distance, who covered her face with a book and was blushing in her earlobe, and began to shout her name again aloud.

“Thalia! this cutie guy. You’ve been hiding here!”

“… Priest Emily, what should I do if you are embarrassed to talk like this here?”

“yes? Did you say you can buy me over there and talk to me?”

“… You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Of course I really believe it. So, do you trust the horses you buy at the library, or do you trust the cats?”

“… … .”

Are you really naive, or are you pretending to be naive?

Seeing the priestess blinking with an innocent expression as if she knew nothing, the dark-haired girl named Thalia,

I put the large, thick book that had been covering my face neatly on the desk, and twirled my hair in a ponytail and glanced at Emily.

“It’s embarrassing, so please refrain from such ugliness in the future. And don’t even look for me.”

“Hey, Thalia, are you really okay?”

“…… What.”

“Hey, my cutie Thalia, you have to eat lunch alone without me, right? It’s hard to pretend to enjoy solitude when you sleep hugging a doll every day because you’re lonely… Kek.”

“In the library! Jung Sook! It’s basic!”

A small, cute fist that is authentically stuck in Emily’s chin, which was arguing with the girl’s shameful proficiency.

However, the power contained in those fists had a formidable power that was enough to be played lightly by any adult male.

The silver-haired priestess, who was struck by an unexpected blow, had to go back the way she had come, rolling down the floor without even being able to breathe.

“Gagging, gagging… Mi, crazy. That girl, you really hit your sister.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

The librarian talking to her with a worried expression on the face of the priestess, who might not be able to breathe, pounding on the floor and rolling about.

However, he is a girl in a black uniform, slowly emitting an ominous aura from the other side and approaching.

I saw the wrath of Talia Zipnell, the infamous Inquisitor,

The librarian at the Royal Library, whose life was more precious than anything else, left the priestess rolling on the floor and hurriedly escaped from the [Literature Hall] and hit the line.

“Hey, Thalia. This is the bottom line! How can a second-class interrogator give a hand to the first-class priest directly under the saint!”

“Priest Emily, I know.”

“Well, what do you know?”

“Last night, someone left a beautiful gift in front of my room.”

“…that, huh? I don’t know who he is, but he seems like a really nice guy.”

“Yeah, unless that gift wasn’t for my drunkenly-broken visit from a drunken priestess.”

“… … .”

How the hell did you find out

I’m sure she would have run away quickly before she woke up.

Emily, shocked by the last night’s sight of the girl who spoke of her ugliness that no one should know about, lay down on the floor of the library and rolled her purple eyes.

“Hey, the entire dormitory sang and ran away, so you can’t know unless you don’t know.”

“……ah.”

“Hey, Priest Emily. It’s not my business to drink alcohol, but if you break the door, you don’t have to fix it. Do you think it makes sense for a person who is said to be the best in handling holy water in Liriam to flirt like that?”

“… … sorry.”

A strange situation in which a woman over 30 is being disciplined by a girl who has just turned 20.

Emily, who had been kneeling on the floor and silently listening to what the angel’s agent had to say, changed her expression like a ghost as soon as the words of instruction ceased from Thalia’s mouth, and she rose from her seat as if soaring, and thrust her head toward her.

“Anyway, let the past flow away like a river, and let’s go eat.”

“… you were listening to what I said, right?”

“Yes, yes. I was listening. Our Thalia is the cutest, or the second cutest child in the world.”

“…you haven’t heard anything. And the first is the first, what do you mean the second?”

“Hey, the cutest person in the world.”

“Is it you?”

“no! It can’t be. Of course my brother Cecil Lionelta.”

“…are you talking about that crazy bitch?”

Thalia, with a sullen expression on her lips, frowned at the sight of Emily sticking out her chest, putting her hand on her waist, and proudly calling out her step-sister’s name.

“Hey, are you crazy? Thalia, from whom did you learn such a naughty thing? Yea! You can’t use words like that!”

“…then call a crazy person crazy, and call someone crazy.”

Emily felt strange and tilted her head to see the girl wiggle her fingers and mumble, as if she had done nothing wrong.

Holding Talia’s hand, she walked towards the outside of the library, and began to speak softly to her.

“It’s something I’ve been curious about for a long time. Why do you hate Cecil so much?”

“…do I have to tell you?”

“Yeah, I’m curious. Cecil is a proud saint of our Telmere Church? Of course, even if I had an accident when I was younger. You’re completely grown up now. to the point of not knowing.”

“Certainly, Saint Emily is more mature than Priest Emily.”

“… Thalia? Are you still upset about yesterday?”

“Anyway, please don’t talk about Cecil in front of me. I’m already in a bad mood, but hearing about that crazy bitch really makes me tantrum.”

“… you guys, have you been on such a bad relationship?”

I just asked out of curiosity, but Emily realized that it was not unusual at the sight of Thalia trembling with a frown on her forehead and grinding her teeth to her teeth. She whispered softly into Thalia’s ear in a soothing voice, like a mother soothing a child.

“Why do you hate Cecil so much? Don’t do that, teach me something too, okay?”

“…I’m not at fault. No, I didn’t even want to hate it in the first place.”

You didn’t want to hate it?

Then the cause of the problem is not this bad-tempered girl.

Was it because of Cecil as good as our angels?

Emily, who opened her mouth at the shocking remarks that came out of Thalia’s mouth, shook her head as if it was impossible, but when she thought about it again, she realized that it wasn’t particularly shocking.

Cecil, by the way, I didn’t have any friends.

“After all, is there a reason why I don’t have friends?”

“… Priest Emily, why are you looking at me like that now?”

“No, nothing. Because we, Talia, are the most popular people in the denomination. yes.”

“… … .”

What is the meaning of those eyes reflected in the eyes of a priest who is not worthy of his age?

Don’t you feel as if you’re seeing a pitiful and pitiful thing?

Thalia, who had no one but Emily to get along with even within the church because she had a ‘f*cked’ personality, had a questionable expression for a moment at her somewhat eerie gaze.

After shaking my head, I started talking.

“Anyway, I did nothing wrong. It started there.”

“No, I mean, what the hell did Cecil do to make you hate it so much?”

“…that’s right.”

“yes? what? speak a little louder Maybe it’s because I’m old, and I can’t hear anything.”

“… he was slapped in the face.”

“… now what a…”

“cheek! That’s right! The first day we met, everything!”

Emily’s lips, feeling the sincerity of seeing Thalia screaming with tears in her eyes, became pale blue, and she was captivated for a moment by the shocking atrocities of my step-sister, who always showed only a kind and playful side.

“Hey, what does that mean? got hit in the face Did our family room do such a thing?”

“Hey, you’re really right. But Kryle said that the f*cking bastard, the other kids, and the saint’s daughter couldn’t do that. You treat me like a strange kid who wants some attention. It was really right.”

How sad it was, the priestess’s brow, feeling faintly dizzy, frowned at the sight of Thalia, now leaning on Emily’s arm and crying profusely.

“Our Cecil isn’t the type of kid who flirts with the first time we met, are we really mistaken? You mistook me for another girl with brown hair, yes. For example, Enin…”

“Cecile Lionelta. He obviously said that with his own mouth, and in the first place, he’s not so stupid that he couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Then what the hell happened? On the first day we met, it must have been when we were baptized.”

“… yes, that’s right. It was a very sunny day.”

“Uh, are you starting from there?”

“At that time, I was admiring the scenery of the capital city that I was visiting for the first time.”

“Hey, skipping those trifles…”

“I was walking down the street looking around people and buildings like that.”

“…that’s why I don’t have any friends, you sissy.”

“It appeared suddenly. That crazy woman.”

“Uh, are you talking about Cecil?”

“Yes, Cecil Lionelta. Our Lady with brown hair and blue eyes.”

“… keep talking.”

“The woman who suddenly appeared in front of me suddenly grabbed my shoulder and yelled at me with a terrifyingly hideous expression on her face.”

‘Why are you here? Where are you. Where is our boyfriend!’

“Hey, at first I thought I was involved in some kind of political battle. I thought that crazy woman had mistaken me for another woman.”

But, that was my mistake.

She yelled at me, saying my name clearly.

‘Where are you, where are you hiding? Come on tell me! Thalia Jeepnel!’

‘So, what the hell are you talking about? Our him, me, I’ve never held a man’s hand before…’

‘no! Obviously, you must have hidden it. No way, no way! To say that there is no representative of Tafnel, that must be a lie!’

‘… Now, if you keep doing this, it will be difficult. And Tafnell’s representative. His representative is only Saint Telmere… ugh.’

Pair—-!

‘Yeah, did you hide it? You, I heard that you liked my boyfriend too… I can’t remember who I heard from, but I’m sure… you must have liked my husband too. That’s right!’

“I heard later that Cecil was famous for his reluctance with men. A person like that slaps her on the cheek and gives up her husband. Unless you’re crazy, there’s no way that’s going to happen.”

“My husband, Cecil… Have you ever dreamed of reading any novel?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, if that crazy woman hadn’t run away for a while, I’d probably have been beaten to death.”

“… ah, anyway, that went too far.”

Cecil, who had never seen one swing a fist, rushed in with a force to kill people.

Emily, who was relieved by the unrealistic vain words that came out of Thalia’s mouth, gave her a pitiful expression again and gently stroked the girl’s hair.

Shocked by the priestess’ expression of disbelief in her words, Talia shook her hand with tears in her eyes.

percussion—-

“Ugh! Does Emily-sama not believe me either? Okay, that’s it! I was an idiot for saying that!”

“Yes, yes. Our Thalia must have been very sick. Would this mother give me a ho-ho?”

“Uh, Mom? Do you know what kind of child I am?”

Back—!

“Ugh!”

You might be surprised to see a girl with her dark hair neatly tied in two ponytails, and swish her fists at the long silver haired priestess.

For some reason, the people walking through the streets of the capital were only looking at the other women and bowing their heads.

Another angle– another angle–

“Thalia, you sissy! So it doesn’t mean you can’t make friends. Then you will live alone for the rest of your life and die of old age?”

“I will do it later. After all, there is no such thing as a man I like other than my older brother!”

“Oh, bro? Thalia, did you really like that eccentric Kryle?”

“Who likes that pervert! It can’t be!”

“Then, do you have any other brothers?”

“okay! So, uh… who was that?”

Another angle– another angle–

“Look at him, now you have made an imaginary friend. I’m sorry Thalia, I’ll do better.”

“… haha? I mean no! Surely, surely there was… who, who was it?”

“May the blessings of Rome be with you. long time no see. Thalia Second Inquisitor.”

“……?”