My Wife Is the Devil

“Ah, you are here. Inquisitor Kryle.”

“… Priest Rihanna.”

Cryle, who was looking at her with an excellent gaze in front of the statue of Raynel, an angel of punishment holding an hourglass in her left hand and a sword in her right hand, turned to the call of Rian, the first priest of the denomination, who was tense.

He turned his head to make sure there was no one around and looked at the anxious man from afar, then he sighed and snapped his fingers.

– just

A bluish energy spreads around the angel statue, and the slow flow of time stops completely.

Rihanna’s head nodded in admiration as he felt the mysterious power himself.

“It’s really amazing whenever I see it. This is the power of angels.”

“… If you keep doing this, the saint will notice. See you soon.”

When the gray-haired man with a cigarette out of his pocket frowned and glared at Rihanna, the First Priest bent over and started reporting to the interrogator who was much younger than me.

“Yeah, it was an experiment on high-ranking demons.”

“… Experiment?”

“Eh, before releasing nightmares and other high-ranking demons close to the gods, they did an experiment to revive humans by releasing relatively weak demons first.”

“The saint was doing a lot of interesting things.”

Kryle spit out smoke and licked his tongue.

Feeling the words that this is a non-smoking area filling up to the tip of his chin, Lian forced himself to swallow the words and nodded.

“Yes, it seems that it was done against a trusted person among the nobles who lost their wife or husband.”

“What is the name of the one who dares to walk the path of heresy?”

“… If you look at us, we are all heretics…”

As soon as he gave an answer, Rihann thought about the next bruise of the Inquisitor and closed his eyes tightly.

But instead of being bruised, what came back was a small echo of laughter.

“Yeah, yes. We’re all heretics already. Continue to report.”

“Oh, I see. The name of the person who accepted Erman-sama’s proposal is Rotani Aran. He is the count who rules Aran, famous for the city of water.”

“Isn’t Aran famous as a city without heresy? The one who rules the place who faithfully obeys the word of Telmere has accepted a wager with the devil.”

“It is said that he was indeed a famous lover. He was a romantic who lived only looking at the countess, Liliana Aran, without taking in any concubines or s*xual slaves of the nobles.

“There was another person like Julius in the world.”

Recalling a friend who would have met the devil by now, Kryle put on a bittersweet expression.

“It is not known to the public, but it is said that the Countess actually fell ill two years ago, around the time of the epidemic, and left to God.”

“…and Count Rotani, who could not accept her death, made a deal with Erman.”

“Yes. Instead, the condition was that we would conduct some experiments in the process of reviving the demons by inhabiting them.”

“therefore? What about the outcome of the important experiment?”

He ignited the burnt-out cigarette with a spark and slowly turned his head, taking one step closer to the angel statue.

“In terms of the results, a perfect revival was also unreasonable.”

“… the devil’s mimicry would be perfect, but it still failed?”

“It seems that the high-level demon’s mimicry was different from that of other low-level demons.”

“Keep talking.”

“The truth is that it is recorded in the first lost Bible. The evils of the devil actually came from humans.”

“Well, it was a pretty interesting story. But what does that have to do with this situation?”

“Higher demons, unlike other lesser voids, were completely untainted by evil when exposed to human malice.”

“Yeah, there are individual differences, but there were many things that lacked a bit of evil to be called the king of demons.”

“That’s why, unlike those who simply mimic humans for the sake of ridicule, they opted for an incomplete revival by twisting time altogether.”

“Turn the time. It’s a really grand way.”

Cryle, now standing right in front of Raynell’s statue, patted my chin in amazement, seemingly intrigued.

“The problem is that although the time of the body can go back, the memories of humans cannot be restored, and humans who have been revived by the power of high-ranking demons are revived in a state where their existence itself has been destroyed by the memory of death.

“That’s why the process of fusion is necessary.”

“Yes. Humans are beings whose souls have been taken away as punishment for staining the world with evil long ago. The devil takes up the empty space in the soul to keep it alive.”

Kryle, who was tapping the hourglass held by the god statue, shook his head and suddenly frowned and shouted at Rihanna.

“So, in the end, the conclusion is that even if mixed with the devil, revival itself is possible. What are you talking about in such a complicated way?”

“Resuscitation itself is maintained, but the problem is personality.”

“…personality?”

“Yeah, usually the revived human personality is the main one, and the demon’s pale personality is just a secondary.”

“It’s embarrassing to even call it a mimic.”

“The problem is, a broken personality becomes overly attached to the biggest reason he longed for life in his lifetime. But if you want to get out of there.”

“The broken personality itself is broken. What do you mean?”

“When that happens, the character of the demon that was mimicking the unconscious is revealed.”

This is what the saint’s bodyguards call ‘double personality’.

“…it’s very complicated. Roughly speaking, if you deviate from the reason of life to maintain resuscitation, you become a devil, and if not, can it be regarded as a state of being human?”

“It is said that in the case of the Countess, it was. The nightmare’s way of becoming one with Miss Cecil is said to be much more complex and sophisticated, but I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“done. At this age, I just hate studying. Anyway, revival is revival, so Julius will take care of the rest.”

“…you’re not too naive, aren’t you?”

Did he get used to the guy named Kryle?

Lian, who looked at him with a slightly pathetic expression, was startled by the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway.

“No, someone is coming here.”

“Ttt, it seems that you have been caught using your powers. It’s probably Erman. Come on, get out of here.”

Kryle, who flicked his fingers again to let time flow in the room where the statue was, grabbed Rihann’s back and began to give him strength.

“Wow, this is the third floor!”

“There is no time for that. You know how to survive!”

While smoking a cigarette, the First Priest flies vigorously towards the previously opened window.

Eventually, a small groan was heard along with a thump-thump, and the sound of footsteps from the hallway was also close.

If you make a mistake, you may be suspected of doing tricks without the saint’s knowledge.

Cryle hurriedly ran towards the angel statue with tears in her eyes, and the door opened belatedly with a spur of the moment, and a solemn voice could be heard in her ear.

“…Cryle Express Inquisitor. What are you doing here?”

“As you can see, I was praying for Raynell.”

A gray-haired man holding an angelic statue and burying his face in his voluptuous chest.

Saint Erman looked at that monstrous figure, and in the end could not bear it and became angry.

“You think this is the place to unleash your lusts! I must have told you not to approach Raynell-sama’s identity!”

“I can’t stand it any longer. Please forgive me.”

Even though the saint is angry, Cryle hugs the angel image even tighter without changing his expression.

Erman grabbed my dizzying head and turned to look at the open window.

The moon is trying to imitate the sun, in the middle of the night as bright as broad day.

Thinking of the gods and angels in the distant heavens, the fallen saint shuddered slightly.

“…Is it possible that this is also God’s arrangement?”

Those small words reach the ears of the heavenly master, Rom, beyond the sparse sky.

Father of angels who gently raises their bowed heads.

-… It’s not my arrangement.

It seems that Shinji isn’t even involved in everything.

***

A black-eyed woman who is alluring, but makes me think that something is ominous.

‘The King’s Nightmare’, who had to come out of the world again due to a mental problem in ‘Cecil’, was lying on a bed in a hut painted all black, desperately cooling my face, which was red like a ripe apple.

– Thump Thump

Just entering the hut, a fearsome Inquisitor is knocking through the locked door.

– The fight is not over. I’ll sleep next to you as you like, so open the door.

“Oh, today’s match ends here. The rest of the entertainment is mine, let’s start again tomorrow.”

The nightmare, which felt fear from Julius, who had suddenly changed his temper, gave an answer by desperately teasing the mouth that didn’t open well.

-… … .

Po, did you give up?

Suddenly, the footsteps of the heretic inquisitor standing in front of the door are heard.

I guess I’m not going to do anything more tonight.

“… go, you’re acting so stupid all of a sudden.”

Obviously, he was cute in the carriage, but what was the last thing you were doing?

The convulsions in the weakened legs subsided, and the nightmare rummaged through my memories, trying to find out why Julius was suddenly doing this.

‘Julius! Hehe, did I win?’

‘… again.’

‘Yes, do it again. I’ll win again anyway.’

When I made an archery bet on a date, Julius didn’t stop archery until he beat my girlfriend.

‘Julius, you won’t be able to run away tonight.’

‘Three, three rooms? Whew, what are you doing?’

Even when he said ‘Catch me’ every night, he clenched his teeth and never got caught.

A strange man who doesn’t care if the opponent is my daughter, even if it’s a match.

Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.

The nightmare, examining the memories of Cecil’s body, began to tremble with a contemplative face.

“Hey, I was just trying to seduce you a little bit, but it’s like touching a beehive…”

Even so, when I was in the perfect Cecil in Kente Village, I was definitely stuck.

It must be the same body, the same memories, and the same scent as when he dreamed of Cecil.

However, the situation then and now is very different, isn’t it?

“…but really sweet.”

I realized that I couldn’t win, but nevertheless, the kiss I had earlier is like honey that can’t be denied to the devil who has lived his whole life in the void.

The kiss he kissed to get Cecil back without admitting himself to be his wife is so sweet.

If the devil admits that she is also a wife, how much love can she receive at that time?

The blue eyes that are about to slowly return are enveloped in black again.

Cecil Lionelta’s already broken dream has long since been fixed.

But for true love, it wouldn’t hurt to stay where you are for a while.

“Me too, Cecil Lionel Thani.”

I didn’t lie.

Because Cecil’s dream is still incomplete.

The nightmare, who had regained her composure with a smile again, slowly got up from the bed and looked at the shadow at my feet.

Only the soft moonlight illuminates the inside of the hut, but the shadow changed its shape like a flickering candle and spewed out a handful of black threads.

“Lal-la, la-la.”

The devil picks up a skein of beautiful, pure white island chalcedony and starts weaving it around.

From her fingertips, a small but adorable and cute bird is formed.

The devil, who looked at the completed workhorse for a moment, gently lowered his head and breathed on the creature he had made.

– beep

A black bird that took the form of a small sparrow and opened its eyes while spitting out a chick-like sound.

The corner of his lips, which used to smile softly, rises a little higher to see if he liked the work he made.

“What color do you like to use? White? Or is it gold?”

The nightmare, which had been agonizing while poking the sparrow’s cheek with his finger, snapped his finger once to see if he had made up his mind.

– just

With black feathers and black eyes, the slightly ominous color fades and turns into white feathers and golden eyes.

The nightmare that smiled and watched the birds flirting in my hand as if they liked it, gave the last command to my workhorse.

“…watch the child from Leira’s side.”

in case you don’t know

The white bird, who finished the ridiculous salute that brought its wings to its head as if to leave it alone, flapped its wings vigorously and flew around the room before disappearing without a trace.

When I finish my work, I hear something outside the hut.

A nightmare of listening to the words whispering in your ear.

-… Julius, while we haven’t seen each other, somehow, you’ve become a swallow.

-… I just followed God’s will.

The heretic inquisitor’s voice as he said that seemed to be mixed with laughter.

to be arrogant.

“Okay, that’s not it.”

It was the perfect strategy to distract the Inquisitor with his lethal charm, but he never thought he would be attacked on the contrary.

Lying back on the bed, the king of demons flopped across the bed with his arms as if in anger, then covered my face with a black blanket.

That night, the devil slept and had a dream, which is unusual.

Self and Julius looking at the baby sucking my breast with happy faces.

The nightmare of living in the void for the rest of his life was an incomprehensible spectacle.

***

In the middle of the city, dark clouds cover the sun and feel gloomy.

The name of the little boy with blonde hair in neat ponytails playing in the crowded streets of the slums there is Leira Tafnel.

To be a girl alone in this dangerous alley full of criminals, it was a huge crisis, but the child’s face was only calm.

An expedition in search of treasure, carried out by sneaking out of Kryle.

The gray-haired heretic inquisitor who noticed it belatedly showed an absurd dignity that stopped the entire city’s time.

A bluish energy floats in the air, and Leira lightly touches it with her tiny fingers.

He looked at the energy that was broken like sugar candy from a distance and started moving again.

Kryle’s power stretches out his hand every moment to grab the child, but the flame-like energy emanating from his golden hair resembling his father burns out all the blue energy.

“Um, Joeun is cute and pretty, so why are there only Ajos here?”

A ridiculous sight of bearded vagrants holding swords and trying to stab each other, standing still in the air.

Layra glances at her with her big eyes to see if she is afraid of such things, then goes back to her own way.

The voice of a gray-haired man was already heard from nearby.

I haven’t found any treasures yet, but it’s hard to catch them already.

Did you even grant the wish of such a child?

A black energy breaks through the air and flows from above the child’s head, along with a magical energy.

“…? Mo, mo?”

Yongke noticed this too, and the child’s gaze turned to the top of my head, and the white sparrow secretly protruded from there and made eye contact.

– Beep… Beep?

The sparrow, who could not have imagined that he would meet him immediately, flapped his wings and tried to escape, but was shot down by the golden brilliance that came out of the child’s hand and fell into Leira’s arms.

A child looking excitedly at the incarnation of cuteness that is held in my arms and turns its eyes round and round.

Did he like the pure white fur and golden eyes that resembled his father?

In the middle of the night, Layra, who carefully lifted up the loot she had obtained at the end of an expedition through hard work, smiles broadly.

“cute! Let’s live together with me from today, Biyak!”

A scene that would bring tears to tears when Julius saw his mother.

The sight of a kid, a white sparrow, and a honey chestnut to educate the cheeky kid flying towards the back of his head.

The story of a dark night where everyone is happy except Kryle and the Sparrow.

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No, it was a story of a fun exploration that only Leyra was happy with.