My Wife Is the Devil

“Telmere, what do you think of the devil’s love?”

Jeepnell, the angel of love who was stroking her silky black hair, asked the elderly man diligently writing something while teasing his thick hands.

“… are you talking about love?”

“I can’t even think about it, the devil’s love.”

Saying that, the angel spread his wings and began to wipe off the wet water.

It looked just like a wet chicken, so the man called the saint desperately resisted the burst of laughter.

“Hey, it’s the love of an evil-stained being, it’s just a mockery towards humans.”

“If it was a low-level demon, it might be, but wouldn’t it be a little different if it was a high-level demon?”

Referring to the beings who were called little gods and worshiped in the days of the Emperor, Zipnell frowned slightly and glared at the saint in front of him.

Dare to laugh cheekily? On the subject of baldness.

A heavenly brilliance that illuminates a small hut.

Jeepnell twisted the corners of her lips as she stared at the saint’s hairless head that was gleaming as the light reflected it.

“Um… high-ranking demons, that would be a different story.”

“right? Since they transcend the level of mimicry, is their love transformed into humans really pure love?”

“…and probably not. yes, the devil. For them, love is nothing more than a means to fill my own void.”

“Um… you think so. So, is the devil’s love also a lie?”

Is it just an illusion?

At the dazzling brilliance of the saint’s head, Jeepnel gently turned his head and murmured.

Looking at this, Telmere slowly blinked my eyes, then bowed again and began to concentrate on writing the Bible.

After a moment when there is only silence like that,

The answer came out of the mouth of the saint who was writing the Bible with a neat posture.

“If you give up your human body for love, knowing that you will return to the void again.”

“What if I give up?”

“Then, it could be called true love.”

To die again is an unimaginable horror.

A saint who gives his answer to the angel in a serious tone.

Jeepnell, who looked at him like that, gave a playful smile and shouted loudly.

“Wow, I feel bad, what is that? Love is too heavy.”

Tafnell sister, Lionelta! come here! Telmere has something to say!

Jeepnell, who hates dying in a heavy atmosphere, shouts loudly, and at her cry, the angel of faith and the angel of death turn their heads and look at the saint.

Telmere, an elderly saint whose smooth hair had turned bright red, chewed his lips and glared at the angel of love.

“… In the Bible, Raynell is definitely better. I will write less.”

“what? Do you have anything else to say?”

An angel and a saint arguing like children, arguing with their arrogant pride.

Tafnell, who was walking towards them, whispered to his younger brother.

“… After all, you seem to be the most reliable being in heaven, Lionelta.”

At her words, the angel of death simply smiled as usual.

Her answer returned to the Angel of Faith after 500 years, Saint Telmere became a legendary figure.

“…Lionelta has come.”

A golden urn that has been completely destroyed by the dark black magician.

Looking at the altar of Advent, which no longer emits mysterious blue smoke, Tafnel’s dismayed voice is heard.

“Is it possible that you also feel love for humans like Raynell?”

Subtly inconsistent words.

Jeepnell, who looks at her from behind, shakes her head as if pathetic.

Because it seemed like he was the most reliable being in heaven.

***

Let’s learn about a man named Julius Tafnel.

Liream’s strongest heretic inquisitor, Tafnell’s agent, and a disciple of the legendary priests Brukin and Emily.

One of the pillars of the country where the small kingdom of Liream can stand firm without being swept away by the scorching fire of war.

The man adorned with brilliant words was a simple man who did not ask for much.

“I love you Cecil, will you marry me?”

To spend the rest of my life with the woman I swore I would give my love to for the rest of my life.

The only wish he had, who had no greed, did not come true.

“…Cryle, did I ask for too much?”

He lamented as he poured a strong, cheap drink into his mouth, loosened his bald head, and looked at his close friend.

“Hey, please save me. I just wanted to see my daughter again!”

“… Did such a guy use the devil to rape women?”

The man sang a prayer while breaking the bone of heresy who was talking nonsense alive.

It was all his fault, and that my disrespect for not believing in God had killed Cecil.

“Julius. me, it’s too cold yes?”

When the demon-inhabited woman returns. He eventually had to accept the bet.

“Julius! Come on, the flowers are so beautiful.”

He swore on the top of the dreamy garden that he could see in his dreams.

I promise to be happy with my surviving wife.

Because there was no other alternative.

The small doubts lingering in my mind were forcibly brushed away.

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“Now, this is a gift for you, a faithful follower of God.”

Then, the perfect future slowly protruded before his eyes.

Not a woman who has been changed by the devil, but an angel’s gift that she can go back to that time and correct her mistakes.

Who could refuse this?

Humans are inherently reluctant to whisper the whispers of evil.

However, if it were a heavenly revelation, humans would be willing to accept it without any doubt.

I thought it was a reward.

God’s mercy on him who swallowed the unbearable pain.

All you need to do is throw away that woman who closes her eyes, covers her ears, and sheds bloody tears at her while holding onto her pants crotch.

If that’s the case, then you can get away from this sh*tty reality.

I hope to see Cecil Lionelta again, whom I swore to love forever!

If only I could cast away that heinous demon pretending to be my wife…

i can go see you

I’m sorry, I’m weak and I’m lost, so I guess I can’t.

***

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Muddy mud. Rainwater, which has become soiled and soiled, wets the ground, giving it an unpleasant feel.

A man with blond hair, regardless of the mud on the road that was soaked in a neatly angled black uniform. Julius Tafnel did not let go of the woman in his arms.

When he turns his head toward the firm arm that gently holds her, he sees his right hand, which has been horribly twisted after being stabbed by a Magi’s sword.

Despite the painful appearance that would make his forehead frown just by looking at it from the side, not a single moan came out of his mouth.

The angel, who looked at him, tilted his head as if he could not understand, and uttered a hint at the interrogator.

“It is just an illusion. If only time could go back, a ghost that would be swept away by a huge current. It’s just an abomination you have to throw away to find your wife.”

He felt the body temperature of the devil who buried his face in my arms without answering despite the sharp angel’s tongue teasing.

I just thought it was an alternative.

’cause I can’t help it Because the reality is that you can’t completely revive her.

Whenever he saw Cecil, who looked subtly different from hers, he desperately tried to compromise with himself, forcing his churning chest down.

So when the angel’s hand reached out.

He thought he could abandon her.

In order to meet the perfect Cecil, it was an inevitable sacrifice, and he had just let go of such selfish thoughts.

The result was something like this.

The magic of the dagger in his right hand, which had not even been healed by divine power, in fear of hurting her, clears his mind.

I am Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.

I always just follow the justice I believe in.

Instead of praying to God, which he had always said, he recites the bluff of the immature child he wore as a child.

“…. sorry. It seems that it is difficult to receive a gift.”

“Don’t say such stupid things, Julius. Wasn’t he just a small boy who was satisfied with the stuffed-up dolls? If you don’t like Erman, I’ll try to let you go ahead with the plan yourself.”

An angel with a quick tongue teasing as if a little nervous.

However, Julius, who had already made up his mind, slowly shook his head.

“Because I am a lover. I can’t go out late because my wife is worried.”

“Why are you saying that, don’t you know that in fact throwing it away is the right answer, do you really think it’s best to choose such a miserable future!”

“… I guess I was a little boy after all. I can’t leave this woman alone.”

A woman with brown hair who couldn’t even see her face in my arms.

An inquisitor who gently strokes the head of Cecil Lioneltai and Nirhil.

Seeing him weakly choosing the devil in the end, Lionelta finds his tongue a little.

Needlessly resembling Tafnell, there are too many affections.

Realizing that the plan had gone awry, the angel of death lowered his head in regret.

I thought I’d give up on myself, but it seems like I’ve been possessed by the King’s Nightmare.

Blond hair that radiates a soft brilliance like tafnel.

Lionelta, who looked at the back of Julius’s head, began to slowly weave magic and divine power into her white, small hands.

If there is a problem, the most reasonable solution is to eliminate the cause of the problem.

The angel of death, remembering the words that Nirhil used to live a long time ago, smiles again with a relaxed smile.

There’s nothing wrong with doing it.

If that shell is the problem, all you have to do is shatter the body of your beloved Cecil.

A secret death visit that deceives even the high-level demon’s senses.

The great power of Lionelta, the angel of death, is revealed in the hands of its master.

Black but pure white.

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Magic and divine powers that constantly try to eat each other.

The energy of Sanggeuk, which used to devour their own energy and waged a silent war, eventually begins to warp even the space.

Death Power [Void].

Lionelta, who was looking at the lump of Magi and Divinity, gathered in a small ball shape, with an indifferent expression, reached out to Julius and his wife and breathed in a small breath.

-after.

Starting with the breath that was blown into me, a black and white mass exploded out of me.

A subversive rush that seemed to swallow even the air.

Julius, who belatedly realized the secret power to tear Cecil’s body apart, looked back indifferently.

“…that doesn’t sound very pleasant.”

Lionelta.

Recognizing the angel’s intentions, Julius’s expression distorted like a demon, and white flames began to flutter from the feet of the heretical inquisitor who threw even the dagger.

“…no one can touch my wife in front of me.”

Julius, who gently released Cecil in his arms to avoid getting hurt, begins to draw out the power that resides in my heart.

The pure white flame of the heretic inquisitor, which was not so common, slowly turns into gold with the splendor of heaven, and a golden flame that can burn everything explodes from Julius’ body.

A great power that made the angel of faith spreading from his body the strongest.

He made one small stomping towards the cheeky death that moved around and relentlessly aimed at Cecil’s body.

-widely.

The sound of footsteps without a malt.

However, what happens after that is the Second Coming of the Holy Age.

Tafnel’s flames exploded in all directions, swallowing up Lionelta’s power that lit up the air.

Even in the midst of this, with his skillful ability to reach the divine status, his figure makes my wife so that even the tip of a hair does not reach the flame.

Lionelta, who hurriedly spread her wings to avoid the golden flames and flew away, shook her head once as if she was tired of sweating.

“Really, it’s fair to say that setting fires is a job.”

“…Are you going to dodge after the surprise? The angel of death, one of the pillars of heaven, would be so cowardly.”

Julius raised his eyes arrogantly in the midst of a golden flame that was called out with the momentum to burn Aran as a whole and scoffed at the angel flying in the sky.

Hearing the blasphemy of the clergy’s youngest, fully determined, Lionelta shrugged her shoulders as if she had lost and shouted at him.

“I can’t help it. There are times when you have to use a cowardly method, but it’s almost impossible to defeat you head-on.”

So, let’s make it this far for today’s meeting, and next time, don’t come here with real gifts, not just words.

“What a nonsensical sound!”

“If you receive that gift, you will surely be delighted. Sooner or later, carefully wrap it up so that I can come back to you.”

Suddenly, the heavenly angel with three large pairs of wings spread out to the fullest smiled and said goodbye to Julius.

Julius frowned at that disgusting look and nervously pulled out the dagger that was stuck in his hand, then gave it strength to bring out the flames again.

“Do you think you can escape by fluttering in the air? Since we decided to have an accident, it would be good to burn an angel hot today.”

“Someone seems to be the disciple of Brookin and Emily, so you talk very nicely. But is it okay if I keep looking at you? To have an affair with a married woman over your wife whom you love so much.”

Your wife is really going to die.

Julius, startled by understanding the angel’s words, quickly turned his head to Cecil, who was next to me.

Could it be that he made another feat?

Julius turned his head nervously.

In front of him, his lovely wife, who had already wiped her face, was looking at her husband with a smile on her pretty face.

“Cecile, I have something to say to Lionelta-sama, so hurry up and get away.”

Looking at Julius who was looking at her worriedly that her body might be hurt, the devil with a bright smile moved his little lips to speak.

“… Julius. I am so sad now. I’m here and you’re selling your eyes to that bitch. I am here and you are thinking of leaving me.”

I am so sad that I feel like crying.

I feel like my heart is going to break

I think you’re going to disappear somewhere.

“So you mean? look only at me Don’t even think about other women.”

If you can’t, at least die with me.

“…what do you do?”

A drop of cold sweat fell on Julius’ cheek at her unusual momentum,

Lionelta, who was looking at Cecil with her wings spread out in the sky, twists the corners of her mouth and laughs as she looks at the inquisitor in despair.

“So I should have let myself stab my heart. How many times do I have to tell you that that’s not your old benevolent wife?”

If it shakes this much, would it be considered half success?

An angel of death holding his stomach and laughing. The woman of Erman, who looked at her and Julius, smiled like an angel and whispered softly in a lovely voice.

“Me and Julius. And devour my hateful sister, Lionelta.”

Lana Hill.

Breaks the earth and wraps around the mountain.

Rana Hill, a giant serpent that devours the world.

Ranahill, the ancient monster who took the body of Liliana Aran and secretly hid her gigantic body into history, appeared in this world by swallowing up time at the legendary demon’s call.

A black serpent that devours itself by breaking Aran’s earth.

Julius, who was looking at the fragment of that huge mouth, looked at his wife who was smiling like crazy in front of him and stretched out his hand.

“Cecil!”

– Kwagua River

A slender woman and the strongest heretic inquisitor with explosive magic. And the angel of death flying through the sky is swallowed whole.

A huge roar that shook the earth.

There was no reply from the lovely wife.