My Wife Is the Devil

In the middle of the dry and cracked earth.

A celestial brilliance rains over the head of a demon who clumsily imitates the figure of a woman.

The angel’s name is Lionelta, who flies in the sky with wavy brown hair.

‘The King’s Nightmare’ tilted his head as he looked at the angel of death who came down to catch him.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it, but it’s an all-out attack. Did the heavenly beings come down from the sky with the etiquette?”

“… You are arguing with shame by seducing humans and making the world this far.”

The angel’s gaze descended toward the vast earth. The once splendid territories of the king had turned into a desolate land where no grass could grow, and life could not withstand the famine and perished one by one.

Lionelta clenched her teeth and shouted as she looked at the demon who began to imitate herself and spread its black wings.

“Humans were finally getting out of war and moving towards peace. But you ruined everything!”

“…and now you are still stupid.”

Now, the voice of the black devil, who completely mimics the appearance of an angel, subsides.

The face was only a shape, but it felt as if it was not in a good mood.

The angel of death tried to wield the holy sword again, but all of a sudden, a black monster that appeared above my head broke my entire arm.

“Ugh, how much life have you sucked?”

“I have only granted a wish.”

“… nonsense.”

“There was a woman who lost her father to the king. The child hated the man who was walking down the path of defeat, and he gave his all to make a deal with me.”

Instead of sacrificing existence itself, ask for peace in the world.

A demon who babbles as if singing a song with a roaring voice. All of a sudden, the angel staring at the small mouth that appeared from the black face that had only outlines in sight, spoke with difficulty.

“…I prayed for peace, but why did you do this?”

“Foolish people shouldn’t be Tyler with words. Even if you kill only the king, in the end, only a second or third king will appear.”

That’s why I showed them the true evil they fear.

The devil starts to growl and laugh.

Lionelta lowered her head as she saw the emptiness that had devoured herself, not a human mimic, but a princess of a country.

“Even so, this does not mean that this is acceptable behavior. You just can’t do something like that.”

Her blue eyes flashed, and what was reflected in her jewel-like eyes was a black woman who stopped suddenly.

She wiped away the black wings protruding from her back with a single gesture, and opened her mouth in a different atmosphere than before.

“…I didn’t lie. It was for myself, but it is also true that I worked hard for peace at the same time.”

A roar is heard from behind the angel with a bang.

When he hastily turned his head, he saw Taphnell, a blonde angel fighting a snake the size of Mount Taesan.

Lionelta frowned and watched the scene for a moment, then continued talking without looking at the demon.

“…what do you mean by doing it for yourself?”

“You got a glimpse of an interesting future.”

A lifelong companion to fill my own void.

“That, what is that.”

“But the future was very weak, and it was a path that could not be reached by standing still. That’s why we did a little bit of a big deal.”

A nightmare of approaching the angel’s severed arm with light steps as if dancing.

The white holy sword held in the angel’s severed hand emits light, stopping her steps.

“Why are you doing this? It’s a simple question, because I want to be happy too.”

“… … .”

No answer came back. An angel sitting still without moving. The devil’s mouth, which had been staring at her like that, twisted slightly.

“In the beginning, from the void were born pitiful creatures that devoured the void and felt a constant hunger.”

“Of these, the first-born demon sought to escape from the intolerable void.”

“…stop.”

“In front of that, an angel who came down from heaven reached out his hand.”

“…Shut that mouth.”

“Her name is Lionel, the angel of death. The angel reached out his hand to the poor demon who could not even have death.”

– They were eaten alive.

A black energy emanates from the arm that was cut off by the monster’s attack. The arm that slowly melted down on the earth grew again from the angel’s shoulder, and the beautiful pure white wings slowly dyed black.

“The name of the first real hidden demon who devoured the angel by jumping into the evil one to fill his own void.”

Lionelta.

“Isn’t it funny? In fact, Tafnel is not the eldest of the angels. Rom hid the death of the first angel Lionel, so he was the eldest.”

And I also became the eldest son of the demons.

“Didn’t you also jump into the evil one like me to get out of the void?”

“Oh, it’s not really a tree. I am just curious.”

“…what… I wonder.”

“Now that I abandoned the void and became an angel.”

How happy are you?

The corners of the lips of the brown-haired angel, or the first demon, Lionelta, rise as if torn apart.

There was no answer, but the nightmare nodded at the sight.

At the hand of the devil, the holy sword dyed black flew out of its own accord and was gently held in his hand.

Eventually, he swings his sword like a quill, and numerous black spheres appear in the air.

A nightmare, no, the second demon shook his head as he felt the numerous demonic auras flying towards him.

“After all, it seems like it’s worth doing this much.”

With those words, ‘The King’s Nightmare’ could no longer speak.

A history unknown to anyone 500 years ago.

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“Oh, my sister! Please don’t throw it away!”

“How many times have I told you not to make a Shinto statue!”

“Not just a believer, but my husband!”

“Is this just going out now?”

A dark-haired angel is holding the gray-haired angel’s hair and clenching his fist.

The angel’s name is Lionelta, who smiles and looks at Raynell being dragged back to Jeepnel’s hand after being struck by an unexpected blow.

Julius’s wife, who had her coveted brown hair resembling Cecil for a moment, stared blankly at the blue energy rising from the golden urn that Raynell so longed for.

The entrance through which a celestial being must go down to earth.

Usually, except for Raynel, the rest of the angels took turns guarding, but since Tafnel and Jeepnel have a lot of work to do, recently Lionelta is guarding this place alone.

“…Nir… No, Cecil. Are you happy now?”

The angel of death, who always had a smile on his lips, asked a question to the nightmare.

In the old days, the future that the younger brother, who was envious of him, saw the future, and if it goes on like this, Julius and Cecil will have a happy dream forever according to the nightmare’s scheme.

“But, unfortunately, we can’t just leave it alone.”

An angel clutching the silvery bible in my hand.

The first known Bible, lost from the earth, spews power from Lionelta’s hand.

“There is no Erman in the future you envision.”

The future depicted in the gently unfolding Bible is the figure of Erman stabbed in the heart by a holy sword.

The angel’s eyes reddened as he looked at it.

“You will find out someday. A mother can do anything for her child.”

As she stroked the picture of the fallen saint who was like her own child, Lionelta laughed as usual.

While feeling the love of a mother that filled her heart.

***

“Voila! We’ve finally arrived in Aran… Everything?”

Emily opened the door of the old-fashioned black carriage vigorously, and what caught Emily’s eyes was a large partition between Julius and the devil.

When I tap it, it feels incredibly hard, unlike its silky appearance.

Why is there something like this in the wagon?

Confusion filled his head, and the silver-haired priest who had been silent for a moment turned his head towards the devil.

“What the hell is this?”

“…for a fair match.”

The devil, who gently covered his red face with his hand, exhaled a hot breath.

What the hell happened in the wagon?

Even more confused, Emily turned her head toward the inquisitor who was like her child.

A man with an attractive blonde hair, Julius, just had his arms crossed with a serious expression.

“… Julius, what did you do in the carriage?”

“I was just doing a demon fire ritual.”

All she could do was shake her head as she stared intently at her mouth spitting out demonic fire with a serious expression on her face.

“… Anyway, you have arrived in Aran. Please don’t make an accident like this, and let’s go in quietly.”

The sight of the glowing horns shining from Francis’ head is Aran’s gate, which stands imposingly under the dark night.

The gates were already firmly closed, and the soldiers guarding the gates in a modest posture were buzzing while looking at the legendary unicorn.

“…it seems that the accident has already happened because of Francis.”

“He’s a joke too.”

A black shadow clings to Emily’s arm, who was about to lightly tap Julius on the shoulder.

The priestess, who raised her holy power by waving her arms in awe, growled slightly when she saw the demon staring at her next to me.

“There are a lot of people looking at me, so what do I do if I get caught?”

“It’s okay if you don’t touch mine.”

The demon, who had suddenly changed his attire into a black dress, stuck out his tongue and got out of the carriage.

Emily, who had lost their absurdity, pounded her chest, and Julius opened his mouth when he saw a soldier walking towards the carriage from afar.

“… First of all, I will show you the pass. The central Inquisitor is free to enter the city at any time.”

Julius took out a small pass with golden wings on it.

Emily looked at him for a moment and then raised her hand to stop him.

“……?”

“Leave it to me here.”

Even if it looks like this, it is the body that once almost became a saint.

The silver-haired female priestess with her well-groomed robe neatly trimmed takes an arrogant pose with her arms folded.

Shin-soo, who was watching this from the side, gave him a pathetic glance, but he was forced to walk reluctantly at the sudden kick, and stood next to Emily.

“…what are you doing all of a sudden?”

“Priest Emily was once revered as a saint of the Order. Now she’s just Kente’s priestess, but if it’s normal, the Count should come out and welcome him.”

In response to the devil’s question, looking at him with a puzzled face, Julius raised Emily with a proud expression that wasn’t like me.

“…well… it’s a little different than usual, Rom’s child.”

“Me, Cryle, and Thalia have admired Priest Emily since they were little.”

Julius smiles with a happy smile, remembering the idol he admired as a child.

A faint blue light began to drift through the devil’s eyes upon seeing him like that.

“…I’m glad you look happy.”

The appearance of the whispering whispers was just like Cecil, and the blonde inquisitor pretended not to know when he heard it.

“This is a closed time. Come back tomorrow when the sun comes up.”

A soldier who does not waver and responds according to the rules despite seeing the figure of a divine beast in the legend.

Seeing such a soldier, Emily clapped her hands in praise.

“You have a lot of trouble at night. May the light of the Lord be with you.”

“Ah, you were from the Telmere Church. Glory be to the grace of the Lord.”

“My name is Emily Ridina, the special priest of the denomination. I have business to do with the Aran branch. I’m sorry, but could you open the door for me?”

“no. This is not possible by law.”

A soldier blocked Emily, who was about to walk to the castle gate naturally with a smile.

Feeling the corners of her lips trembling, the priestess asked, desperately smiling.

“…I’m Emily Ridina.”

“What do you mean?”

“… So, eh. Mill. Lee. Lee. D. I. That’s right.”

“I don’t know why you keep saying your name, but you can enter the castle gate from tomorrow morning.”

– Fu hee hee.

Francis fluttering with his white mane fluttering.

Is it because of my mood that I feel like I’m laughing at you?

Emily looked into the soldier’s eyes, feeling her self-esteem slowly crumpled.

“Ji, you really don’t know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hey, her name is Emily Ridina! A genius in the making of holy water. Mom, don’t you know?”

“I do not know.”

The soldier’s expression when he said that was so resolute, Emily was frozen in that posture, and the demon couldn’t help but laugh when he saw it.

“Feel free.”

Julius, who saw the idol’s ear getting red when he was young, glanced at the demon that started to burst out loud for a moment, and then walked towards the soldier.

“You are doing well. I am the Heretic Inquisitor of the Telmere Church.”

“thank you. However, according to the regulations, even if you are a member of the denomination, you are not allowed to enter at night except for the special inquisitors.”

The blond-haired man shook his head several times at the appearance of a sincere soldier and showed the golden plaque he was holding in his hand.

“My name is Julius Tafnel, the denomination’s chief interrogator. I have work to do, so I have to go in urgently, so please understand.”

-Yu, Julius Tafnel?

– It’s a big deal! hey! Someone call that guy over there!

-By the way, isn’t that person over there, Priest Emily?

-Who sent that idiot!

– This is why we all die!

A commotion arises from the guards at the gate when they hear the name Julius.

Breaking through among the soldiers who were starting to tremble as if they had fallen into a panic, the commander of the guard jumped out and forcibly bowed the head of the sincere soldier who was checking in, and began to apologize like a rapid-fire cannon.

“sorry. He still doesn’t know the faces of the denominations. Please, just watch me take my life.”

“No, we just went through the gates…”

“I beg you, please. This is my son, and he’s stupid enough to be savvy. That, and… Ah! Te, a devout devotee of the Telmere Church. Yes, it is.”

Julius replied with something, but the captain of the guard could only see the man in front of me, shaking his body like an aspen and repeating apologies over and over again.

The devil covered his mouth and laughed a little, as if it was funny.

“Huhu, it doesn’t seem like a myth that a child wakes up crying when he hears his name even while sleeping.”

“…I was faithfully obeying the will of God.”

“therefore? Why are these poor soldiers here trembling?”

“Before….”

“Before?”

“Priest Brukin and Priest Emily, and Kryle and Talia. I used to come here to play with everyone.”

“Since I was young, my husband must have been cute when he was young. so? Did you even play with fire here?”

“…just accidentally burned a little of the wall.”

Hearing that, the devil looked at the wall with his black eyes shining.

At first it just felt grand, but now that I look at it, I get a strange feeling from the wall of the main gate.

“How many burned?”

“…it was a mistake I made when I was younger. Arrived at night and I don’t like that the door isn’t open.”

The whole gate was burned and entered.

The blond-haired man calmly exhaled a shocking past and moved slowly.

It has been over 10 years now, but the soldiers clearly remembered the boy’s absurd godliness at that time, and, unable to tremble at the golden nightmare, abandoned the castle gate and began to run away.

The name of the city that boasts a beautiful figure under the bright moon late at night is Aran.

In this famous city of water, a man who handles flames and a demon who works magic have come to visit, and the end of a peaceful time is also approaching.

It was a night where only Count Rotani, who was struck by lightning in the middle of the night, felt pity.

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“So, what is this?”

“I’m trying to play a game that I couldn’t finish last time.”

A large bed lies in front of the foolish devil who has never seduced a man.

When I turned my head, a man with a serious expression approached me terrifyingly.

“Oh, it’s still too early for this!”

“…not for you or anything like that, but for Cecil.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Me and I are in the same room.

The back words just lingered in my mouth, and I couldn’t spit them out.

The cloudiness in the eyes gradually fades away, and a strange sound begins to be heard in my head.

-It’s time to make a second one, let’s get back to Cecil quickly!

I feel my mind wandering and the devil’s eyes begin to spin.

Cecil Lionelta, the sorceress who captured the hearts of the best inquisitors in Liram.

But the demon who became one with her, ‘The King’s Nightmare’,

Again, I was a beginner with no experience in seducing men.

Then came the crisis of a lifetime.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Maybe.