My Wife Is the Devil

Thalia, who was in a hurry, grabbed my head and frowned at the sudden sound of a woman’s voice from behind, with dignity and modesty, like a noble girl.

All the memories that I had barely remembered flew away, and I slowly turned my head behind my back and put the face of a ‘crazy bitch’ talking to me in my eyes.

Shiny brown hair and blue eyes with an incomprehensible mystery like the ocean.

Finally, the feather-shaped embroidery embroidered with gold thread stands out.

As soon as the white women’s dress caught her eye, the black-haired girl jumped up from her place and hid behind Emily’s back, who was looking at her with a pitiful expression.

“come. I’m here, I’m really here.”

“Hey, what has he been doing since a while ago… By the way. Cecil, what happened all of a sudden, when did you get back?”

“Hey, Priest Emily, how are you? Long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time. It must have been difficult to go to the neighboring country and not the neighboring town… But why is everyone so quiet? It’s the day the saint of the Telmere Church returned, so why didn’t I know?”

“… Priest Emily. Did you not hear the news that the saint is returning last night?”

“Uh, huh? Did you say that last night? Mo, didn’t you hear?”

“…it’s because you’re getting older and you’re drinking too much.”

“He has nothing he can’t say in front of our saint.”

cook-

“Gyaak!”

Emily, who had all the secrets she had to hide as a priest of the Order, was exposed in front of her immediate supervisor, and while covering her red-hot face, she stabbed the side of the dark-haired girl who was hiding behind me, and Talia, who is famous for tickling, , I couldn’t stand that single stab and twisted my body.

“Huhu, it looks like everyone is doing well. Seeing them having fun and having fun makes me feel better.”

“…isn’t that crazy? Now this looks like a joke.”

Cecil covering his mouth and shivering while watching Emily and Thalia’s skit.

Seeing her abhorrent appearance, the second-class inquisitors of the denomination muttered over and over while rubbing their mouths.

“It’s not like this. Now that Cecil is back, shouldn’t we have a celebration party?”

Fortunately, due to the fuss of the immortal priest Emily Ridina, who was not even worth her age, the delusional gossip did not flow into the saint’s ears.

“It’s a party, and I can’t afford to have such luxury just because I’m back. It’s not a big deal, so don’t worry about it, and please do your best to pray for the foolish servants of God.”

“… No, I have to play on days like this… Cecil, you’ve become an old-fashioned adult all of a sudden.”

“Then let me go, I have business to do. I would be grateful if Priest Emily could take over the work of the saint until today.”

“Uh… well, of course, you’re going to be tired, so you should rest. But Cecil, you look strangely in a good mood?”

“… … .”

I didn’t believe in Talia’s nonsense, but when I thought about it, the woman named Cecil Lionelta was definitely an angel’s agent. Since the day of the christening of Cryle Raynell and Talia Zipnell.

Somehow, she has always turned into a woman who exudes a strange atmosphere mixed with melancholy and emptiness.

At the time, I thought it was just because I didn’t like being in the position of a saint.

It’s because I’ve heard rude words.

Emily, who had some doubts in her heart, suddenly began to think that Cecil, who seemed very happy, was something ‘strange’.

Scratching my hair, I cautiously asked her a suggestive question.

“Oh, is that right? Uh… um, what… These days, rumors are circulating in the capital.”

“…… rumor?”

“If you suddenly feel a lot better, it is a sign that God grants your wish.”

“Rom… grants my wish?”

“Priest Emily, when the hell did such a rumor spread… Eup!”

“Stay still, girl. So, your eyes don’t look dirty.”

Emily, who was bewildered at her with a strange expression on her face, and Cecil, who was watching closely with half-opened eyes at Thalia, who was acting stupidly because she did not understand her.

“Really? Today is a very special day.”

Unknowingly, with a very creepy smile, he slowly opened his mouth.

“… Special? Is it anyone’s birthday today? What was the date today?”

“…at least none of the denominations have a birthday today.”

“Yes, Inquisitor Thalia is right. Today is a special day, but it has nothing to do with your birthday.”

Thalia, who felt a slight fear of her opening her mouth as if giving out a riddle or whispering softly, began to tremble while holding Emily’s uniform tightly.

Following in the footsteps of Saint Erman, a saint and younger sister who is admired and admired by all.

Emily, who was proud of Cecil, also shed a drop of cold sweat and looked at her and had a thought.

‘Something is strange.’ the idea that

“Congratulations, sister. I finally had to think about it.”

“…well, what do you mean?”

“The name of something very, very precious.”

Again–

Saying that, Cecil slowly… moved my white, slender legs and strode right in front of Emily.

After sticking out my head, I put my pretty face in her clear, purple eyes.

The last words were vomited out.

“I finally remembered the name of the kitten I picked up on the way back to the kingdom.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Meow—!

“Blackbird, how are you? Isn’t it cute?”

“… … .”

The strange and eerie atmosphere that had filled the street up until now was all but suffocating, and Emily, who was relieved by the cry of a kitten who came near her feet and rubbed her face, was relieved of her tension. He quickly wiped the cold sweat running down his cheeks, then began to nod his head hard with an awkward smile.

“Wow, whoa. really cute Okay. Really cute.”

“… What is cute about being cute? what is that black cat It’s so ominous… oh!”

Chick-cook–

“No way, Thalia. Our blackbird is listening, and it’s difficult to say such a bad thing.”

Thalia, who was frowned upon looking at it, opened her mouth to sarcastically, but with a sly smile and walked lightly to the girl’s side, she melted away in one shot.

“Gagging, gagging… Me, that crazy woman…”

Tuk—

“Thalia has fallen!!!”

It seems that it was not because he could not overcome the itchiness, but because he could not overcome the pain.

“It’s okay, Emily sister, Thalia, the second inquisitor is an excellent cleric that our Telmere denomination is proud of. Clearly, this ordeal will also be overcome soon.”

“You guys, it’s true that you really hate each other.”

The saint, Cecil Lionelta, who is smiling while showing off her elegant figure with the back of her hand covering my mouth.

And a black kitten adorning her feet, and a priest in a black uniform.

bobble bobble.

No, looking at the bubbles coming out of his mouth, it seems that he is a corpse, not a priest.

“The washroom. Well, even though our Thalia has a very dirty personality. I want you to take good care of me. We don’t have any friends, but it’s good to be friends with each other.”

“Then have a peaceful day. The digression is that we will enjoy it even tomorrow.”

“…are you just ignoring me? Don’t do that, let’s be friendly.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Meow—!

The kitten, who climbed on the top of the saint’s feet and rubbed her whole body, also spit out a cute cry in a loud voice, as if responding to the silver-haired priestess’ words.

A woman dressed in a priestly uniform mixed with pure white and splendid gold.

Cecil Lionelta snorted as if it wasn’t worth a word, and just took a step back.

Emily just looked at her back like that and tilted her head stupidly.

“After all, it’s something I’ve always wondered about.”

[That is dangerous.]

“Why do women’s suits have open skirts?”

There’s no such thing as just a priest’s uniform, so why are only saints’ clothes made like that?

To erase a certain ominous ‘premonition’ that fills my mind, I try to put in my mouth a nonsensical question.

***

lala– lala–

The voice of a woman resounding softly in a quiet alleyway where only silence prevailed.

What makes it so good, with a smile on my lips, Cecil walking down the street showing such a bright and cheerful gait that it is hard to believe that a woman with so much power can control the fate of a country, she is wrapped in ivy When I got to the front of the brown brick house, I stopped and looked at the scenery reflected in my eyes, which was far away.

profit– profit–

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Maybe it wasn’t taken care of, the rusty little swing left itself in the wind and screamed, and the window, which was not touched by anyone’s hands and was covered with dust, seems to show that no one lives in this house. did.

Cecil, who was still humming unnamed congratulatory songs while looking at the lonely scene, while still smiling brightly, raised his white hand and flicked his fingers lightly.

Just—-!

With just one ringing, a colorless flame identical to the flame in her heart engulfed the small two-story house.

After a while, at the place where the flames sank. Swings and windows that sparkled as if new were revealed.

“Hehehehe, I went. honey.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Meow…..

I don’t feel like I’m popular at all.

Seeing the woman nodding her head as if there was someone there and talking to herself, the cat that followed her was only shaking her small body as if it had felt something ominous.

“Blackbird, I’m waiting here. From now on, I have to spend time with him alone.”

Can’t you ever, never come in?

If it comes in, I don’t know what I’ll do either.

nah, nah

The insignificant little beauty was instinctively bowing her head to the command of the saint who exuded an ominous and gloomy energy that was completely different from before.

Again – again –

profit—-

After passing through the lush garden, Cecil enters the small house with a pleasant noise coming from the old door.

“I really miss you, honey.”

He sat down for a moment, feeling even ecstatic at the feast of golden light that filled his blue eyes.

“Did you feel lonely because you were alone? I’m sorry, after I became a saint. The old spirits of the denomination keep passing on troublesome things.”

On the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling. What you see is something gold colored with messy paint all over it.

Surrounded by incomprehensible and bizarre paintings, I can’t figure out what I was drawing.

Traces that cause instinctive discomfort.

……

The spectacle reflected in the saint’s eyes were destructive and dark traces of madness.

“You keep asking me to attend the christening of the next country’s king, don’t you? What do you know about that smelly man? I just want to be here with you like this. There are a lot of garbage that gets in the way, but there are too many.”

Slowly—

Cecil began to slowly take off the maid’s clothes that were draped over her body as she spit out empty words that didn’t come back.

“Today, I met your sister, Thalia. That girl, how good at lying. It’s really creepy.”

How could they lie so consistently for 10 years?

Such a terrible lie that I don’t know you.

After a while, she took off the clothes that were completely mixed with pure white and gold, prepared only for the saints, and touched the golden feathers for a while.

I mercilessly threw away the shards of cloth I was holding in my hand as if it were anything unclean.

“… … .”

Another angle– another angle–

profit—

Slowly climb the spiral staircase that lies in the middle of a world where only insanity is simmering, where even the breath of insignificant creatures cannot be heard.

What she finally came across was the door to salvation.

The entrance to heaven.

[Yul ㅁ ㅁ ㅁ]

In a world that was returned to by the power of a saint, by forcibly collecting and reclaiming shattered memories, the fragment of her husband’s name finally came to mind.

She stopped in front of the door engraved with that precious memory, took a deep breath for a while, then carefully opened the door and stepped toward heaven.

“…well, no.”

Unlike other places where the face was not drawn and the pictures of the blond-haired man were all painted over, this place has a surprisingly neat appearance.

“It seems like you will hold me in your arms and whisper love to you at any moment.”

It was lying all around in a grotesquely clean room without a single dust.

Nothing special, just a white bed.

Apparently, this place is in charge of the bedroom of this crazy little house.

“Maybe it’s okay… Everyone lies that you don’t exist.”

Or, in the middle of a cruel hell.

“Priest Emily, that sissy Thalia, Mr. Kryle, and Uncle Ryan… Everyone, everyone is trying to deceive me.”

Surely this must be heaven.

I had a secret love with him.

Full of joy and joy.

It must be heaven.

“Or am I crazy? Did you really not exist from the beginning?”

What filled her face.

Just endless void, void, void.

Only the void was full.

“… Hey, please answer me. Just like back then, whisper my name in your ear and hold me in your arms.”

The slender woman, who is immersed in a world full of lies, can’t even breathe and struggles, hoping for salvation.

“… why why why! Aren’t you going to answer me? You promised to always be by my side. But why, what did I do wrong… Why did you leave me?”

The blonde-haired man’s voice, which she had so longed for, was not heard.

“I finally remembered your name. Because it was really, really hard. Please, come praise me.”

…Julius.

please.

… … .

In the heart of a saint who regained the heart that had been lost in time with love and tenacity close to madness.

Only endless longing and wickedness only blossomed.