My Wife Is the Devil

***

Erman Lionelta.

A man who was loved by so many people enough to be called the incarnation of Saint Telmere, and now called a fallen saint among angels and demons, his life is full of tragedies that can be called cheap.

The first memory of Erman’s life is the scenery of a sewerage system in the bas*ment of Dharkana, the capital of Liriam.

A dark bas*ment with no sunlight.

It is the final residence of the scoundrels and the retired mercenaries whose arms and legs were blown off while living on a knife.

The reason Erman’s life began in a place that could be called the end of his life was simple.

This is because Erman’s biological mother, an unknown prostitute, dumped him into the sewer. without even removing the umbilical cord.

A normal child would have died before starting a miserable life.

But Erman was a very lucky kid. No, maybe it was just bad luck.

anyway.

Erman, who was buried in the filth of a dirty sewer and flowed down to the bas*ment, was rescued by a retired mercenary and survived.

With his white hair and a lame leg, he took great care of the newborn baby that had been rescued from the sewage.

He led the uncomfortable body and washed with water by a clean stream to prevent the baby from getting sick.

Even when he was a mercenary, he gave up his pride, which he had never given up.

No one knows why the unknown mercenary took care of Erman, an unknown man, with such utmost sincerity.

It may have been a kindness of communion, or maybe it was the intention to raise a child and sell it to a slave trader to earn money for treatment for my leg.

Anyway, he put a lot of effort into raising the child in the sewer. It was close to a piece of dirty cloth, but he also picked up a pair of clothes for him.

He gave the child the name Erman. It was the name of the nomadic people of the north, meaning ‘those whose arrows dodge.’

… … .

Time passed like a flowing stream.

Since then, the bizarre combination of babies and mercenaries has been surprisingly well maintained without creaking. As a baby, Erman considered him his father.

However, by the time Erman started walking and found out that the name of the place where he was living was ‘Sewerage’.

The lame mercenary died.

It was not a plausible death, whether an epidemic circulated or sacrificed himself to save Erman who was in crisis.

It was just that on a cold winter day, he drank a bottle of strong rum that had flowed into the sewer, went to bed, and then froze to death.

And that was the death that Erman had witnessed for the first time in his life. The end of one life, empty and empty.

From that day on, Erman set a goal. To get out of this sewer full of rotten filth. Even if I die, I want to at least have a meaningful death.

Fortunately, he was very smart for an orphan without a penny.

To be precise, he had extraordinary qualities that could be called a genius beyond a very good level.

He managed to learn to write with only scraps of torn newspapers rolling around on the street, and at the age of 7, he was so cute that he received a gift from the king, who is called the powerhouse of the sewer.

The object he was given at that time was an old and worn out Bible.

It was of no use to the black-eyed king. However, when Erman received the gift, he was very happy.

It wasn’t the joy that came from a passion for learning that allowed me to study further. Who in the world feels happy while studying?

What made Erman so fond of the gift was none other than the ‘artwork’ drawn in the Bible.

Among the known biblical illustrations drawn by the first saint, Telmere, there was a picture of an angel.

The Angel of Faith Taphnell, the Angel of Punishment Raynell, the Angel of Charity Zipnell, and the Angel of Death Lionelta.

To others, just a portrait of a great being. It was nothing more or less, but it had a different meaning to Erman.

‘… … Mom.’

In the Kingdom of Liriam, where the religion [Telmere] was accepted as the state religion at the time, orphans were often called this way.

‘Child of an angel.’

It was to heal the wounds of pitiful people who lost their parents when they were babies. ‘You haven’t been abandoned by your parents. Because you are the children of angels, it is just that you have undergone a little more difficult trials than others.’

However, even the rats who live by eating the corpses of the sewer knew that it was just an imaginary statement.

Even the clever Erman couldn’t have known it.

However, he nevertheless looked at the image of the angel depicted in the Bible without hesitation.

He crouched down in the corner of the cold, hungry, dirty and dark gutter, hoping that one day his mother, an angel, would come to rescue him.

I used to have such vain delusions.

Although I knew that an angel nobler and nobler than anything else in the world had no reason to care for a bastard child like himself.

… … .

Time passed again.

The boy, who had nothing but three names for Erman, still used the sewer as his home and went hunting.

10 years old. Although others were of the age to enter the academy and receive basic education, Erman was still a beggar.

His wretched life was just spinning around like a treadmill without any change. There seemed to be no salvation.

But God had made the world very fair.

Just as there is a saying that the sun will come to a mouse hole, an orphan in a sewerage, an opportunity finally came to him.

‘You are the child of an angel who can read and write. Do you have any intention of working as a servant under me?’

As always, the old gentleman who appeared in front of Erman, who was hunting around the streets, introduced himself as the butler, handed him a silver coin and made a suggestion.

I’ll feed you and put you to sleep, so why not work as a servant of the noble family?

At his words, Erman desperately nodded his head. In a life full of despair, it seemed as if a line had finally come down.

‘If you have anything to bring, bring it now. When you become a servant, you can’t go out recklessly.’

‘All right! please wait for a moment!’

‘Wait, in case you don’t know, come with me… … !’

When the old gentleman told him to bring his belongings, Erman hurriedly ran away, remembering the Bible he had stored in a corner of the sewer.

I heard the old gentleman telling me to go with him because it might be dangerous from behind, but he just ran like crazy.

Because I wanted to get out of the dirty and smelly sewer system as soon as possible.

Of course, it was possible to follow the old gentleman, leaving the old Bibles in the sewer, but Erman simply couldn’t do it.

The Bible was like his mother to him.

‘ha… ha… .’

The sewage system that ran so far and far without stopping for a moment to arrive.

Now, if you only take the Bibles that are kept there, your life like a beggar will end.

Erman, who lost his reason at the thought of such things, slowly reached out as he walked towards the Bible in the distance, not paying attention to the eyes that saw him.

Not knowing that the club was flying from behind his back.

Whoa!

One blow was enough to smash the skinny little boy’s skull.

‘… … !’

Erman fell to the floor with so much pain that he couldn’t even scream.

A large silver coin that gleamed in the dark, flowing down between his droopy grips.

‘It’s silver. It was also a silver coin!’

An eerie voice that flows into my ear.

Erman’s mind was awakened by the man’s small groan, which sounded like there was a lot of phlegm in his throat.

‘… … .’

He forcibly lifted his eyelids stained with blood that had flowed from his head.

The sewer bastard who hit him was muttering while looking at the silver coin that had fallen to the floor.

why… How did you find out he was holding a silver coin? I was definitely holding it in my hand.

… … oh

Even in a situation where his head was broken and blood was flowing, his clever brain came up with an answer at will. A small child’s tiny hand could not properly cover the large silver coin.

And it was seen by one of the sewer bastards. An orphan in the shape of a beggar was holding a silver coin in his hand, so it was enough to close his eyes.

‘… … Stupid Erman.’

After understanding the situation, Erman spit out self-helpful words.

The beggar who picked up the silver coins was slowly approaching him with his club in his hand. He didn’t seem to want to live.

In the world of beggars, murder was no big deal.

So there is no need to save the person who stole the money.

‘… … .’

Excited to know that he could get out of misery, he did something stupid.

He had natural intelligence and talent, but in the end, Erman was just a young child.

‘Don’t do anything resentful. The dragonfly is wild.’

The beggar said as he raised his club vigorously towards Erman, who had fallen on the cold floor.

Like Erman, he couldn’t eat proper food, so he was a bare bones with skin sticking to his bones, but he was still a mature man. A tattoo seen over a stained sleeve reveals that he was once a mercenary.

‘… uh… hair.’

There is no chance of surviving anywhere.

So Erman gave up resisting.

Instead, he stretched out his hand, squeezing out the last remaining strength.

Thinking of the Bible hidden among the piles of stones in the distance.

Recalling in his mind the angel with the beautiful brown hair that had been drawn in it.

Just a single word came out of my mouth. Even though I know very well how much of a minute it is.

‘… … Mom.’

At the end of those words, Erman closed his eyes tightly. I ended up dying a far more humble death than I had originally thought, but at least I wanted to have a happy dream for the last moment.

‘What, what aah!’

──!

So he didn’t see the scene.

The sight of a beggar swinging a club at him, burning alive and turning to ashes in an instant.

The sight of the filth of the sewage system being completely purified.

Finally, an angel with brown hair flies towards him through the dark bas*ment that does not receive a single ray of light.

he didn’t see Even though the future he had longed for had arrived.

***

“Neither then nor now, Erman, that child has not changed.”

Lionelta’s voice, who stood in front of the window and looked out quietly, rose a little.

“What do you mean?”

At the words of Lionelta, which was difficult to understand, Julius narrowed his forehead and tilted his head. The tea on the table was already cold.

“He’s still closing his eyes.”

In answer to Julius’s words, Lionelta waved his hand once. The cold tea started to boil on its own.

“Close your eyes… … .”

“He didn’t see the sight he so desired. Because he gave up in the face of death.”

I mean, it’s like stupid.

Lionelta clicked his tongue as if he didn’t like Erman.

It’s because the parts I didn’t like for some reason were annoying because I was talking about the past.

“He has soared beyond his head since childhood. That’s why I keep coming to my own conclusions and acting.”

“exactly. There was a point where Erman was a little arrogant.”

Julius nodded while looking at the tea, which had now started to boil and had begun to melt.

Then he got up from his seat and walked to Lionelta’s side.

“I understand. Erman’s judgment is correct in most situations. The problem is that what happened then and now is not that ‘mostly situation’.”

“You are pretty edgy. Wasn’t Lionelta-sama on Erman-sama’s side?”

“When did I say I was on his side? I just want to save my son.”

ha-

As Julius stood beside him, Lionelta glanced at him once, then let out a deep sigh.

Her shoulders drooping and her expression gloomy was just that of the mother when she heard the news that her son had suffered a major accident.

“… … .”

Julius, who was very familiar with the scene, simply nodded silently.

Because when I was a child, Emily was like this often when I went back to church after going out of town.

In this case, it was best to simply nod your head and keep your mouth shut.

After taking a deep breath for a while, Lionelta opened her mouth again, glaring at Julius, who nodded her head in perfect rhythm without an error, as if it was a little strange.

“I should have corrected that bad habit right away. I was raised the wrong way because my mind was not perfect.”

“Aren’t you out of your mind?”

… … oh

Julius tilted his head for a moment at the words that came out of her mouth, and soon realized the meaning of Lionelta’s words.

In short, that’s it.

You hate Cecil, which is so adorable. It’s normal to be crazy.

Die—!

Outside the window, Cecil was still struggling against the Holy Sword.

He raised the holy sword in the form of a fainted girl, and then folded his body in half.

Aww–!

Nerondir’s waist bent like a bow. I didn’t know if it would no longer be a sword.

“I understand. It is impossible to dislike Cecil with a bare mind.”

“What kind of bullsh*t, Julius?”

Looking at Julius who was making strange noises, Lionelta frowned. Slowly widening the distance as if meeting a degenerate person.

“Again, it’s perfectly normal to hate that crazy bitch. Do you like a woman who turns away from people just because she is a woman?”

“The Holy Sword needs to be a little confused. And if you are a man, I think you should also know how to close your eyes when a woman removes her partner.”

“It was nice to meet you. Crazy bitches get along very well.”

“So, what does it mean to say that you are not sane?”

Julius opened his mouth to Lionelta, who was looking at him with wide eyes as if he was very tired.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t find anything strange about Lionelta other than hating Cecil.

“Literally. My mind is extremely unstable. To be precise, Lionel, the angel of death, and the demon of origin—the spirits of others—are constantly in conflict with each other.”

Lionelta said, tapping my temple. His true name as a demon was an unpleasant pronunciation that was difficult to express in words.

“Why is that?”

“I ate a living angel alive and fuse it. There was nothing he could do about that strong spirit. So I was always on a tightrope between the two personalities.”

“… … her.”

“Anyway, my mind wanders, and I really raised Erman. It was precisely because Lionel’s personality was so fragile.”

“You have grown up really well for that.”

“Does a well-bred person raise this sad month because of one daughter?”

“… … .”

At Lionelta’s words, Julius was at a loss for words.

I thought about it well. This is because, apart from being good, he realized that Erman himself had a very outgoing personality.

“Coming to think of it, I don’t think I was raised properly.”

“Do I have to say that to my mother over and over again?”

“… … .”

Is it ignorant, or is it deliberately numb?

Lionelta took a step back from Julius, who was offended by Julius who casually uttered words that could be called rustic murder.

Her white skin touched the wall that was embracing a pleasant chill.

“… As soon as she was born, she was abandoned by her mother. The princess, who promised a thousand-year promise, returned with a cold corpse. The daughter I cherished died at the happiest moment, and the granddaughter, who I thought was her last hope, committed suicide right before my eyes.”

“… … .”

“Following such misfortunes, Erman developed one confirmation bias. The bad habit came out again.”

“If it’s a habit… .”

“’Even if we move on to the next, the end is the same.’ Everything runs into unhappiness as if it were a predestination harmony. That’s how I came to think.”

like childhood. It’s like closing your eyes against a beggar wielding a club.

Saying so, she slowly closed her eyes. Julius also closed his eyes.

Wherever I looked, all I could see was just black darkness.

It sounds natural, though.