My Wife Is the Devil

Touk- tuk-tuk-

There was a man who hurriedly moved, spreading the echo of only urgency, without the leisure and dignity that always resided in his footsteps.

“…it’s going to be really crazy and crazy.”

His name is Cryle Raynell.

The gray-haired Inquisitor, who spoke harsh words that was too harsh to be called a priest, was so urgent that he even broke into a cold sweat and started impatiently towards somewhere.

“… … ttt.”

The reason he didn’t even jump is probably because he couldn’t do a frivolous thing to tarnish the name of Raynell, the angel of chastis*ment he longed for, precisely because of his position as an angel’s agent.

Touk- tuk-tuk-

Why is the man who has the most powerful power on this earth in his heart and is loved by an angel so anxious?

The answer was where the man’s footsteps stopped.

Surrounded by pure white marble, a place that exudes sophistication and serenity.

The Telmere Church’s repentance room.

A feast of dark-red blood, which was clearly visible in the foul filth that had stuck in the hallway leading to that sacred place, gave the answer instead.

“… Ha, you’re late.”

how about this

Kryle, realizing that the catastrophe that must have been prevented had already occurred, looked at the king’s decree with a silver lion in his hand, and then ruffled his gray hair that was neatly turned back.

lala- lala-

The voice of a seductive woman can be heard from beyond the door on the other side of the hall, filled with the smell of fishy blood.

“… you’ve had a major accident, so you’re singing now.”

It seems that Cecil Lionelta, a saint that the Telmere Church is proud of, is very pleased with the current situation.

“You brought the king’s son and committed such atrocities…”

Of course, the clerics of the denomination who dealt with accidents under it, went beyond the taste of death and were on the verge of death.

– Don’t keep babbling over there, and if you’re going to come in, come in quickly. Kryle Exp Inquisitor.

“… Yes, I understand. Lady.”

How can you be so dignified by having an accident that is impossible to fix?

Still, first of all, because she is her superior, that is, a woman holding her money chain, he couldn’t speak swearing in front of him, so he kept his mouth shut and bowed his head, slowly opened the door of the repentance room and took a step forward.

“……Heh heh heh heh.”

As soon as their eyes met the young man who was covered in blood on the floor of the repentance room and groaned in unknown words, he quietly stepped back, closed the door, and tried to run away from the scene of the conspiracy.

“Mr. Kryle. Don’t play around and come in.”

“… Ha, Cecil-sama. Isn’t the saint playing a joke right now?”

But, the savior of all. The adopted daughter of Saint Erman.

The saint, Cecil Lionelta, picked up Kryle’s name as if she was an accomplice to the conspiracy.

A spokesperson for hundreds of clerics who suddenly became involved in the conspiracy. Special Inquisitor Cryle Raynell frowned and began to open his mouth to her.

“Do you not understand what you are doing now? You know who the person who brought you to the repentance room like this and made it this way is like that.”

“Hey, Mr. Kryle. Do I look stupid? Of course, that person over there is one of the only thirteen children of the proud King of the Kingdom of Liriam, His Majesty Mines von Liriam. Uh… So. Was your name John?”

“… you are Prince Naishan von Liream.”

“Oh, right! Shanilin von Liream. That was the name.”

“…not Shanilin, but Naishan.”

A woman with brown hair, with a bright smile like an immature girl, and casually fooling around with the prince’s name.

Alluring red lips and blue eyes filled with contradictions mixed with melancholy and joy contain a fatal beauty close to a fairy that makes the hearts of all men tremble.

The gray-haired interrogator, who was chewing on my lips instead of a cigarette, frowned at her as if he had no interest in a woman’s beauty, and began to open his mouth to her again.

“It would have been the end of the day if you just appeared in a social church for a while and then recited a few words of God. Come up with some excuses!”

“…Calm down and listen to me. Mr. Cryl. There is a very deep, deep situation here.”

To be precise, there is a reason why I have no choice but to do this.

“… … .”

What the hell did the prince do to make such a cruel act unavoidable?

Perhaps, a yangban who is about the size of a prince of Liriam has even entered the path of heresy.

Seeing Cecil starting to open his mouth with a very serious expression on his face, Cryle folded his arms and bowed his head to see where he could be heard.

The eccentricity that came out of her mouth as an excuse, which I couldn’t understand at the time, almost lost my strength in my legs and almost collapsed.

“Really, really, I wasn’t interested. I was forced to attend a social church organized by the royal family due to the sanctification of the elders, and I was quietly enjoying a drink in a corner.”

“… … .”

“At that time, a man named Jirason or Jaracason appeared in front of me and said,

‘Hello, Mrs. I am the third son of the Great King, His Majesty Mainz von Liram. My name is Neishan von Liream.’

“…how does the name Naishan become Jyrath?”

“With his name in his mouth, which he was not interested in, he suddenly reached out to me and said:”

‘Please, will you grant me the honor of dancing with you tonight?’

“So, what’s next? We were dancing together, but did the prince step on the feet of the saint?”

“… Yes? Mr. Kryle, what the hell are you talking about? There’s no way you could do such a frivolous thing like dancing while holding hands with a dirty guy.”

“… Then, the Prince, why are you doing this here?”

“So. I just told you. He said strange things to me.”

“…Aren’t you saying that this terrible situation just happened because of a dance invitation?”

“Exactly! The best heretical inquisitor that our Telmere Church is proud of. Cryle Raynell.”

“…that crazy.”

After forcibly dragging a prince from a country, tortured enough to bleed into the hallway, and then turning it into a return note.

It’s just that the invitation to dance makes you feel bad?

No, how did you bring the prince here in the first place?

In the middle of the cruel repentance room, where hard blood and unidentified flesh are scattered all over, I put my tongue out at the sight of Cecil sitting in a chair with a smile and slowly flipping through the bookshelf of the book in my hand. The krill that I wore,

After this job was over, I made a promise that I would definitely resign and return to my hometown, and then cautiously opened my mouth to her again.

“Ha, what. I have no intention of continuing to say anything about what has already happened. But I want to solve some personal questions.”

“Ask anything. Mr. Cryl. If I can answer it, I will answer it.”

“How the hell did you bring the prince who was in the middle of the palace all the way here?”

“That’s a stupid question. Hey, you made me walk on my feet.”

Saying that, she casually pointed to the forearm of the man rolling at my feet, as if it was too natural, and showed a bright smile.

“Ah, of course, I cut off the prince’s forearm, so I think the captain or something like that came running and yelling.”

“… So, did you say it well?”

“no? As punishment for blatantly insulting the saint, have you beheaded all of them?”

“… … .”

what kind of virgin is this

Rather than being a saint, isn’t the name of a witch more appropriate?

The more he listened, the more he felt like his goal was about to explode, so he shook his arms, not wanting to hear anymore, and made Cecil’s mouth shut.

I showed her the royal decree that was in my hand, and uttered the last words.

“…This is an edict from His Majesty the King. If we do not return the prince to a state of good limbs and body, we declare an all-out war against the Telmere Church…”

“Do it. What did you mean you told me this and that? His Majesty the King… No, tell the Minds. If you want to meet Rom who gave me right away, I will arrange a seat for you.”

“…… All right.”

After those words, Cecil didn’t open his mouth any longer, just humming a song as he turned the black leather-covered bookshelf in my hand.

Cryle, who heard the order of the blood-crazed saint, Cecil Lionelta, left the repentance room, contemplating how to put forth plausible bullsh*t in front of the king.

“… Jeba, please buy Jeba.”

It was unfortunate for the man who had been pickled in holy water and barely maintained his life, whether it was Jainison or Shinin.

***

“So, did things work out in the end?”

“…well, how did you manage to do it?”

At the words of the silver-haired priestess, who swayed to and fro following the fluttering of the warm scarlet flames fluttering on the silver candlestick, Kryle, who took a deep breath as she poked at the piece of meat in front of me, took a deep, very deep breath. He nodded his head towards

“How the hell did you solve that big accident? No matter how powerful the Telmere Church is, it’s not something that will go unnoticed if you dare to touch the royal lineage, right?”

“… Well, I’m telling you in a good way, and you’re good to go.”

‘Dare you, you dare to touch my son, what now!’

‘… Well, I think Prince Naishan’s work was an unfortunate accident. Please, stop your anger.’

‘I don’t think I’m going to touch the Prince of Liream and just move on.’

‘Hmm… Can’t you just skip it? To be honest. He’s not dead, is he?’

‘It was just a word. Do you think it makes sense to commit the madness of cutting off your arms and plucking out your eyes for just saying a word?’

‘Yeah, that’s absurd of course. But what do you do? The fact that our saint is terribly reluctant to men is a fact that even the bums roaming the back alleys of Darkana know. At this point, His Majesty the Prince may not have caused the work himself.’

‘What, what? Have you finished talking now?’

‘Yes, I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say.’

‘Ha, yes. good night. It seems that the Telmere Church wants to wage an all-out war with our royal family. If you’re going to come out like that, I’m right now…’

‘Elania.’

‘……what?’

‘The poisoning of Elania von Liram.’

‘… … .’

‘This is commonly known in the public. In the process of revenge of the infidels towards Erman Lionelta, who was then a heretic inquisitor, the princess was assassinated.’

However, I did my own research. Actually, it was very different.

‘I’m not going to bring the real criminal’s name out of my mouth. However, if you keep getting angry with our saint’s genealogy activities. Well, by tomorrow morning, the name of the forgotten princess will rise and fall throughout Liriam.’

‘Do you want to stay safe even after this?’

‘Of course it’s okay. I must have forgotten my name. My name is Kryle Raynell. The angel of punishment, the representative of Raynell-sama. A man who receives the love of heaven.’

‘… … .’

‘Whether you’re trying to assassinate, or openly sending a knight to a duel. It doesn’t matter. If anything, even try poisoning, which is his main specialty.’

However, please bear in mind.

The reason why those who have the last name of Liream can sit on the throne of the king until now.

The fact that we do not covet power.

It’s because those with the blood of Liriam were better than the other rotten nobles.

‘Keep in mind, you’ll have to keep that in mind again.’

‘… … .’

‘There was no all-out war, so let’s hear it and go. What happened to the Prince, let me take this opportunity to apologize again. Unfortunately, it will be difficult to recover the left arm and right eye because our saint accidentally burned them, but in other areas, the Telmere Church will do its best to recover.’

‘… You burned your left arm and eyeball, and now what are you talking about, you idiots. became Just turn it off.’

‘thank you.’

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‘ I eagerly persuaded His Majesty the King, and I gladly agreed to forgive Cecil-sama’s rudeness. After all, even if it was different, it seemed that there was something different about Minds, who is called the current king.”

“Uh… huh? poisoned? sh*t? Whoa, what are you talking about? Didn’t you just lie flat on the floor and borrow it?

A shocking remark that flows into Emily’s ear, who asks a question to laugh at Cryle Raynell, an unlucky interrogator who always walks around with her back straight, a cynical smile, and all sorts of bad things.

No, if you’ve done something wrong, you’re going to go to the king who makes a legitimate protest and threaten you when it’s not enough to just lie down and ask for it?

Why is it that all the priests of the Telmere Church handle their work this way?

Emily, having learned how to solve Cryle’s unsophisticated and vile solution, shook her head and cut the steak placed in front of me into large pieces and swallowed it in one bite.

filth filth.

Without realizing that he himself, who thinks like that, usually handles things in a way that is reckless and beyond common sense.

“Really, I was sweating hard to fix it. I had to somehow create a way to intimidate the king. Two days is too short.”

“…Cryle, the average priest doesn’t go with intimidation as a premise when solving a business.”

“I mean, this is not my specialty. Intimidation is something he is much better at.”

“…the guy? Cryle, do you think there are other people out there who do this crazy thing?”

There was a person worse than Kryle, who is famous for being the best inquisitor of the Telmere Church and the worst maniac of Liriam. This was another question.

“…the guy? Who the hell is he?”

“Cryle, are you really out of your mind? you just said it with your mouth ‘Intimidation is something he’s much better at.'”

“…the guy… the guy… the guy? Why did I say that?”

“Why did you ask me that, you should know. Well, didn’t you just talk about friends?”

“…I’m not bragging, but I’ve never had a single friend in my life.”

I’m not proud of it, but seeing Kryle nodding her head with a mischievous smile with her chest stretched out, Emily only smiled awkwardly as she put a piece of meat in her mouth.

‘After all, there must be a reason for not having friends.’

“I must have been so tired that I was talking nonsense for a while. Anyway, it’s not the King who matters now.”

“Now, even the honorific name has been blown away.”

“What really matters. The head of our denomination is Cecil Lionelta.”

The name of the saint that came out of the man’s mouth.

When Emily hears the name of Cecil Lionelta, Emily’s complexion suddenly gets worse.

She just shook her head, remembering the face of her younger sister who lost her innocence and became endlessly cruel.

“Do you know what you call Cecil in Darkana these days?”

“…what do you call it?”

“I am called the Blood Witch. A saint of the denomination that should be the most sacred. It is said that she was called by the bizarre nickname of a witch.”

“…it’s just the bullsh*t of fools. Cecil, Cecil is just slaying heretics and demons hard…!”

“And within the denomination, unbelievers began to doubt her. Do you know the rumors circulating in the Central Church these days, Priest Emily?”

“…I don’t know, what do you know about that?”

“Every night, after the sun goes down, the saint disappears. And a terrible scream resounds from the underground station of the central church.”

As if heretics were performing an evil sacrifice.

“… It’s just that as a saint, you are doing your own work as a heretic inquisitor. Even you, Kryle, have your eyes plucked out, your claws plucked out, and heresy burned alive during the interrogation process, and then, why are you saying that again?”

“Yeah, me too. Far from being a clean person. However, the recent deeds of St. Mary are very suspicious.”

“Wow, it’s award-winning. Cryle, our Cecil is a good boy. Why do you keep looking at that child in a bad way?”

“Recently, the saint has been confined to the vault, not the office. We have removed the manager of the forbidden vault altogether, and are managing the forbidden books ourselves.”

“… If the saints of the church manage the forbidden books themselves, it’s safer and better. What’s bad about it?”

“And finally, there is something crucially suspicious.”

“… … .”

Emily turns her head and closes her eyes as if she doesn’t want to hear it.

However, for Cryle Raynell, the heartless and cold-hearted interrogator, ‘consideration’ was only a luxury and a sin.

It was only quietly, speaking the evidence of the apostasy of the woman who was a family, a precious family for the priestess.

“…too much, you’re afraid of sunlight.”

It’s like being a demon.

With the words spit out of the interrogator’s mouth, the candle on the candlestick, which had been shaking anxiously, faded away, and the priestess, who turned away from the darkness of the central church, whose windows were all covered, couldn’t help but shed tears in the end.

“Actually, you don’t know.”

“… … It’s you.”

“Cecil, you have coveted the power of the devil.”

“…No.”

“I can’t feel the sacredness in her anymore, the flames from her hands have lost justice, and the beliefs in her heart have long since turned into evil.”

“I mean no! Cecil, our Cecil can’t do that. The kind child who always, always, always called me my older sister… to betray me. No way….”

“I won’t hold on for long. Tonight. We’ll attack directly into the Geum Station where Cecil Lionelta is. and.”

What if she really was an apostate?

Really, if only she had been reduced to a heresy instead of a saint who conveyed the will of heaven to the earth.

“I, Kryle Raynell. As the representative of the angels, I will gladly behead the fallen saint, Cecil Lionelta.”

A cruel and sad decision that came out of the mouth of the man who once shed tears for Cecil in the now lost time.

If Cecil Lionelta coveted the power of the devil, he would strike his head.

“… … Black.”

‘Sister, sister! Let’s eat this together.’

‘Oh really! I don’t want to study, don’t do it, let’s go play together, okay?’

‘Actually… Emily was supposed to become a saint. Sorry.’

Isn’t all of this really my fault?

If I hadn’t run away then.

If you accepted the fate of the saint.

Could it not have happened that the child would be ruined like this?

Looking at the gray-haired man who brought out the power of punishment with a wretched resolve in front of me, Emily Ridina, the adopted daughter of Rom, who gave me the power, was just in tears.

It must have been a perfect world, a world full of happiness.

Where the hell did I go wrong, I was just constantly asking myself…

by asking a question.

***

“…Oh, Emily’s sister. No, mother, it is not your fault.”

The white marbles, which should always be neat and solemn, are stained with the blood of criminals and have an ominous color of fresh blood, and the scene of a saint who should always be holy loses its brilliance and emits black magic.

What is in the middle of that nightmare arena of apostasy.

Before the Holy Age, 23 A great man who wielded the Great Evil as if it were his own limbs.

king.

A holy relic of misfortune that lost its sanctity by such a hand and became an abomination.

[The King’s Scepter]

The proof that he is the master of all the Great Evils, and that he brings infinite wisdom to those who hold it in his hand, as he gazed at the slender woman kneeling in front of me in tears and praying, it was nothing more than a constant whisper.

– hold me And make your dreams come true

Despite the wicked whispers, Cecil Lionelta, a saint of the Telmere Church, smiled and muttered over and over again.

“Julius. I worked hard. Even though I woke up in this false world without you. Still, I worked really hard.”

To see you again, I found a way, I searched, I searched again.

“But, as a saint, I am powerless. There was no way I could ever meet you. so I.”

[Abandoned good, accepted evil.]

“A being who twists and ridicules the truth of the world. high-ranking devil. To get you back, the power of the devil was the only answer.”

Because of that, it was sealed in the bas*ment of the church.

A forbidden abomination that must not be awakened.

I just woke up the king’s scepter.

“Actually, the blood of a human being used as a sacrifice, the blood of an innocent good man, is the best. Anyway, I didn’t want to do that.”

Hey, by any chance, by the way, by any chance.

If the day comes when this will come to light.

Because I might be abandoned by you.

Damn, I couldn’t

“I sacrificed the blood of a sinner like that, and offered it again and again. I finally realized that I had the scepter in my hand.”

Whose hand was this world dotted with fakes?

“Erman Lionelta. What created this field of deception and lies. He was my father, whom I loved dearly.”

And the one who will end this terrible play is also my father.

“Now we are almost there. Just one more step forward, one more step forward, and I’m on my way to you.”

Even though it is a path of asceticism that is sadly distant.

Because this love in my heart will never, ever be broken.

“One day I will return to you. Please forgive me for being dirty.”

It will cast off human skin, crawling the earth and becoming a petty creature that hides in the dark.

Even so, as far as I am concerned, I want to be seen as a lovely wife.

So please, the promised day that will come someday.

call my name

Named Cecil Lionelta.

the devil’s name.

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“No, you will end up here. Cecil Lionelta.”

But, whoever calls her name. Not the man with the golden hair he had longed for, but a woman with black hair who embraced pitch-black darkness.

No, it was an angel.

“The saint of the church. Cecil Lionelta has fallen. Archangel Tafnel, Archangel Raynel, Archangel Lionelta.”

And finally.

“I, Jephnell, the angel of charity and love, will cut your throat and trample your hope.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

My friend, Telmere, I wanted to protect,

to save the world.

In order to punish the fallen saint, the dazzling brilliance of five colors began to pour down over the dark cloud-infused land of Darkana.