My Wife Is the Devil

Touk——

It’s just the sound of footsteps that you can often hear while walking down the street.

In the reverberation that spreads whenever the heel of the shoe and the pure white marble came into contact, there was a mixture of elegance that could not be hidden and a strong presence.

The owner of that heavy footstep.

A man with blonde hair neatly tied down and neatly dressed in a black uniform resembling mourning clothes.

Inquisitor Julius Tafnel is a place where the world has been turned into an uninhabited world by the magic of the devil.

Located in Darkana, the capital of Liriam, I was walking slowly in the middle of the Central Church of the Telmere Church.

Perhaps, in the case of the Central Church, where only the best priests and interrogators are stationed in the kingdom, I had low hopes that there would be no people left.

All he hears is the sound of shoes coming from his own feet.

It was eerily quiet, as if there were people there before, and the broken holy water bottles and the traces of fierce battles were only causing confusion that was hard to predict what had happened here.

What’s even more questionable is the beautiful woman with her brown hair fluttering and chattering next to the blonde inquisitor.

Cecil Lionelta’s footsteps were also not heard.

Could it be that she, too, has been caught in the devil’s beast of an evil great devil named Arnhill?

“Hehe, it’s so good to be alone like this. To be able to feel only you, without any other miscellaneous things. I don’t think it’s that bad.”

No, listening to the mad demon’s words from behind, it seemed that the woman named Cecil Lionelta had not disappeared due to Arnhill’s magic, but had just moved to the Inquisitor’s wide back.

“… Cecil, can’t you feel the energy of someone other than us in the city?”

“Um, I can feel the presence of people in the royal palace where that bitch is in Arnhill… Well? I don’t feel any energy from the outside.”

“… tuk, what the hell happened here?”

Frowning his brows, Julius swallowed his drool at the result of the magic that reached the inexplicable realm caused by the devil.

It’s been 15 years since I’ve lived a life that honestly breaks the bones of demons and heresies.

He had seen strange and bizarre sights countless times since he was 12 years old, but in the face of the unprecedented situation that all the people in the city had evaporated, he was lost like a lost lamb.

Looking at the man in such confusion, a woman with a frown on her brow and deep in thought.

Cecil Lionelta was also lost and lost.

‘Now that I have finally rekindled eternal love with Julius. I really need to wake up my body. I’ll have to break Arnhill’s head and break the throne quickly.’

Instead of wandering, she estimates what will happen in the future, and begins to formulate an elaborate plan.

After all, does the devil who has entered the realm of a sage who has lived for thousands of years have a trick to overcome this situation?

‘Then, a hot night with Julius… No, we’re going to spend hot days. How many children should I have? The more evidence of love, the better, so it would be better to make about 5 of Leira’s younger sisters… No, 10?’

Even the wise man, let alone the wise man, shook his head and was in the midst of terrifying imaginations.

So both of them fell into their own thoughts and walked around the halls of the church made of pure white marble, where nobody was there for a while.

Tu- Buck-.

The regular sound of footsteps disappears in an instant, and the interrogator’s footsteps stop in front of a simple wooden door.

“…This is Erman’s office.”

“…Arnhill, too, will eventually move according to his father’s plan.”

After saying that, there was silence for a while between the two, and the priest and the devil’s mouths opened at the same time.

“Once you go in and break it all down, you’ll find out something.”

“Let’s go in and destroy everything!”

Two people spitting out the same sound that is creepy.

As if it was even funny, Julius threw off the serious atmosphere before and slowly walked into the saint’s office with a more relaxed attitude at the sight of the devil rubbing his face behind his back and smiling bashfully.

‘Whatever happened. She is with me now. Cecil is living and breathing like this, what is there to be afraid of?’

A man named Julius Tafnel is, by nature, just a man with a disposition to move forward quietly, burning the enemies he sees in front of him with honesty.

Since Cecil’s death, her disposition has always lost its light as she struggled in agony and loss, but after she truly acknowledged her resurrected as a demon and embraced her slender body again.

In his clear golden eyes, the boy with short hair from the old days.

The definition of burning the evil in front of you with a subjugative force without any worries began to take hold again.

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In front of the heretic inquisitor who slowly began to return to his heyday, and the devil whose head is full of flowers and lust, the culprit behind all this. Saint Erman’s office was revealed.

Even though it was a space that was too simple for a place where a saint chosen by God resided.

“…as I always think about, Erman, you are overly naive.”

“… … I wish I could have done something a little more simplistic, like an evil plan.”

Cecil whispers softly in a very bitter voice.

Julius, feeling sorry for the light sadness and anger felt in her tone, gently lowered her to the floor.

“… yes? What, I wanted to ride a little more.”

“Wait, before researching this place. There is something I want you to do with me.”

Julius slowly began to approach her with a serious expression on his face.

Cecil tilted his head not knowing what to say and glanced at his approaching golden eyes without a second thought.

He felt his mind become hazy at the vigor of the subversive man that filled his head, and he almost lost his strength in his legs.

“Cecil, although Erman is doing something absurd to turn back time.”

“… … .”

“No worries. I will definitely protect you now.”

“… … .”

“… Cecil, are you listening right now?”

Putting her hands on her slender shoulders and looking at the man’s madly attractive voice from a distance close enough to touch each other’s chest, she opened her mouth and drooled with admiration for something. He was barely able to come to his senses at the gaze of Julius who was staring at him as if he was suspicious.

“…I’m sorry, looking at your face keeps getting blurry in my head…,”

“Okay, anyway. Even if there is a limit to the end of my life. I will definitely protect you…”

“That’s not allowed.”

The woman who had been like an idiot until now disappeared like a mirage in midsummer, and a demon with a dangerous tinge in her dark blue eyes gently patted the cheek of the man in front of her and whispered in a low voice.

“If you die, I will kill myself on the spot. So, don’t say anything that you sacrificed your life to protect it. Even if we weren’t born together. Because when I die, I want to die one day at a time.”

“…Yes, then I will do my best not to sacrifice my life.”

“Hehe, that was great.”

The demon was very happy at the inquisitor’s words that he would not risk his life.

I lifted my feet up to stroke his hair, just like my daughter Leira did when she was teasing me.

“… Cecil, no matter what, you can’t get your head around it.”

Also, it failed due to the desperate struggle of Julius Tafnel, a man who built his pride in a strange place.

“Wow! In such a case, the only way to become a man is to just quietly accept it! You’re stroking my hair every day, so why can’t I?”

Awesome liquid—–!

The devil was so angry that even tears were welling up, his arms were spinning, and the devil began to rage.

After seeing Cecil’s endless foolishness toward the man without being worth thousands of years of age, the holy sword Nerondir, which was neatly tied around Julius’ waist, trembled with his sword as if his teeth were trembling.

“anyway. As an oath to stop Erman-sama’s plans and protect you, I will return this to you again.”

“… … .”

A faint, warm red light streamed from the candlesticks hanging in the saint’s office.

The silver rocket, which was gently engulfed in such a flame, began to glow faintly as if it were shy,

Looking at the evidence of the love she had longed for, which flowed into her eyes, Cecil reached out towards the necklace as if possessed by something.

Sigh—.

Just before the silver necklace and her white hand touched, Julius secretly pulled out his hand as if he was playing a prank.

Angry at his deceitful deception, Cecil opens his mouth to say something.

─── Heh… Heh.

I lost my mind for a moment at the man’s tongue filling his mouth, and the smell of his lovely husband who turns his brain into a white idiot.

Julius’ lips fell softly, and the search of the office was started with the sound of clean shoes.

“What, what? Did your eyes flash for a moment? I can’t remember anything!”

Cecil’s eyes, feeling as if they had lost something due to Julius’s kissing skills, which made him lose the strong spirit of the Great Devil who could stand even for eons at once, rolled over and over again.

The moment I turned my head to ask what I had done to the man who was patting my chin and looking at the Bibles on the bookshelf,

she had come to realize

“…… necklace.”

A long time ago, a very long time ago.

A silver necklace that always adorned the nape of her neck.

A beautiful jewel-encrusted rocket with a small but very beautiful portrait scattered about.

She thought as she gripped the chain with the faint chill on the nape of my neck.

No, I had no choice but to spit out the joy that filled my brain to the extent that I could not even think of it.

just one word.

“…… hey.”

“… Cecil, what are you doing there?”

“… Hey hey hey.”

“… hey? What the hell are you trying to say…”

─────Hey ho!

Just like my daughter Leira, she smiles as if she has everything in the world, and a bright cheer that will make even the listener feel good comes out of her mouth.

“Huh, is it that good?”

“Good good good good good. Now I’ll never give it back. If you’re going to take it, kill me and take it.”

“I won’t take it, and it’s even worse if I kill it. It was yours in the first place. Do whatever you want.”

“I have to keep doing it when I sleep and when I take a bath… Ah! right. I forgot about it.”

Just–!

Cecil begins to carefully cast magic on the necklace by flicking his fingers to spread a light resonance, and by waving the magic within me.

Julius, who was diligently scouring the saint’s office next to him, was only looking at the devil who was making a fuss and performing magic in the church with satisfaction.

never destroyed She put a dreadful magic that blasphemed the truth of Rome, who had distorted reality, into a tiny necklace, and she tickled my nose once.

Hehe-

Julius shook his head at the sight of the devil running around in the same place because he liked it so much.

If I had known that I would like you this much, I would have thrown away all my worries and walked right away.

With that thought in my mind.

***

“So, did you see something looking for something?”

After catching a demonic demon who doesn’t investigate, but runs around like crazy while touching the necklace hanging around my neck, and kissing me to teach him ‘education’.

Cecil, who returned to the form of a modest woman with a faint grace, as if she had finally come to her senses, tilted her head as she looked at Julius, who was looking at something interestingly next to me.

“I didn’t find anything about demons, but I did find some pretty interesting documents. No, I wonder if this has anything to do with the devil.”

The brown haired woman began to wriggle her mouth as if dissatisfied with the man’s cryptic answer.

Look at that mischievous smile on that blonde-haired man’s mouth.

Of course, he was originally a mischievous man who was full of playfulness, but looking at that smile, I felt like I was going to die of disgust,

Cecil grabbed the piece of parchment in Julius’s hand and poked him in the chest and whispered as if passing by.

“Heh, it makes me feel good, so I guess I’m just thinking about playing around again, I’ve been saying this for a long time, haven’t I? Only play pranks on the bed.”

“… Cecil, how can you speak such a blasphemous thing in a woman’s body?”

The blonde-haired man with his head lowered and sighing as if he was a manly man, looking at the cute figure of Julius Tafnell, burst into laughter, humming a congratulatory song for a small victory, and slowly reading the letters on the parchment in my hand. started going down

“Um, let’s see… Huh?”

[List of Telmere Church Honorary Positions]

The identity of the piece of parchment in Cecil’s hand was a directory with the names of those who had been awarded honorary posts from the Telmere Church.

Why is this document, which may contain the names of faithful servants of the gods, such as Julius and Cryl, related to the devil?

If he had seen this as Nirhill, he would have realized the truth at once, but unfortunately, the current Cecil was in a ‘stupid’ state with a lot of Julius’ affection in his mind.

He rolled his eyes cutely, and rubbed his mouth as he read it.

“Hey, what does it have to do with the devil? It’s just a name you’ve heard somewhere.”

“…well, keep reading and you’ll find out. I think it would be more interesting to read it for yourself than to tell me.”

Even as he looked at the inquisitor standing next to him with a mysterious expression on his face, he smiled with a light playful smile and his eyes only shed the parchment in her hand.

“Um… are you kidding me again?”

“…what do you think of me?”

“Hey, that’s a big puppy, my own puppy. hey.”

It took a while to playfully poke the big forearm of such a big puppy and read the names of the boring old people, and finally, the names of the priests who are very familiar with them began to appear in her eyes.

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Inquisitor Julius Tafnel – Honorary Advisor to Inquisitor Training Center.

“…why are you giving me such a dangerous position, what if the trained bitches fall for Julius?”

Chief Inquisitor Cryle Raynell – Honorary Advisor to Orphanage.

“Hey, Mr. Kryle. You have a position like this.”

Second Inquisitor Thalia Zipnell – General Manager of the Demon Fires of the South.

“It’s just a working job with no honor or anything, why is this bitch’s name here? huh!”

Ex-Priest Brukin – Inspector of the Ancient Temple of Kent.

“… If I had to ask, he would become a father… I have to say hello to him at any time.”

The names of the few acquaintances of the devil, who think that love with a man is everything in life, lingers in the corner of their eyes and disappears. It was only after she opened the last chapter of the list that she could understand the true meaning of Julius’s words, ‘It has to do with the devil.’

Our beloved daughter Cecil – Honorary second-class Inquisitor.

On the old parchment, the elegant handwriting that looks like a tear drop through the smeared ink marks.

A surprise gift that Saint Erman, who valued principles, secretly prepared for my lovely daughter.

Although the gift was nothing more than sleeping in a corner of the study because of her tragic death.

Five years have passed. No, after thousands of years, the gift of the saint is his poor daughter and the devil.

It came back into the hands of Cecil Lionelta.

“It seems that Erman was planning to secretly give you a position as a gift.”

“… … .”

“…Congratulations Cecil. Although it was a late gift, I hope you like it.”

A pitiful existence that crawles on the earth and hides in the dark to avoid the sun.

The name with the meaning of contempt, the devil.

At one time, she was more noble than any other woman in the kingdom, and she had no shame in being a match for Julius Tafnel, the strongest heretic inquisitor.

In order to overcome the ordeal of death given to a woman named Cecil, she fell into the abyss of evil and defiled herself, but she had some thoughts in her heart.

He is no longer a matchmaker without a single point of shame to him. the idea that

‘This filthy demon defiles Julius’ brother!’

Thalia Zipnell, the woman he loved like his own sister, said.

You are a filthy demon, and you are nothing more than a shadow that darkens the man who shines like the sun, Julius.

Cecil was furious at her words.

Yep, she thought so too.

The devil is an evil that should be despised, pointed at, and quenched under the scorching sun just by its name.

But gently embracing him in his arms, lusting for the dizziness of flesh,

I can’t afford to give up on my one and only partner who whispers sweet words to me.

Even if you crouch down, bow your head, and hide yourself. I wanted to stand next to him.

“…a nice gift, Dad.”

Even though it may be said that the gift of Saint Erman is not for the now defiled and wretched demon, the Great Evil Cecil, but for Cecil Lionelta, the adopted daughter of Saint Erman.

A single word that never shines.

[The Heretic Inquisitor]

I want to have the right to stand proudly by his side.

A demon named Cecil, as an evil evildoer, coveted what he should never have.

“Heh, it was good. From now on, I will defeat the Great Evil.”

– Huh… Heck?

Outside the window of the saint’s office, on the eaves of a small two-story house, the chirping of a flock of jackdaws.

What the hell was the owner talking about?

At her words, which are beyond imagining that she will destroy the Great Evil, the shadows who have been given the form of a jackdaw, including a blackbird, are making a fuss.

In order to prevent blasphemous remarks from the mouth of the evil-stained void, the holy sword spontaneously floats and tries to bring down the mace of justice,

—-Chin.

-……?

“Nerondir, please close your eyes.”

Woo-woo-woong—-!

“Now I see. The meaning of what she said.”

If the worshiper adores it with a toast, it will be human, and if the worshiper adores it with poison, it will be a devil.

“Whether it is a life born in the void or a life born in the arms of parents, what is important is not the model.”

Woong–.

A heretic inquisitor with blonde hair whispering softly towards the pure white holy sword in my hand.

Julius Tafnel took one last deep breath, smiled like a sage who saw the truth, and vomited out words towards Nerondir.

“Only one thing matters. It is the correctness of the belief held in his heart. Nothing else matters.”

Cecil Lionelta.

I couldn’t accept the death I faced at the happiest moment of my life.

A woman of tenacity who wandered in the void and tried to win love even while defiling herself.

The size of her beliefs in her heart was so huge that it went beyond the ocean and encompassed the whole world.

The words that come out of her mouth are blasphemy towards Ju-Jin.

-… … .

Ruler of all three.

A being called the father of all.

Rom could only watch her bold remarks.

“From now on, this Cecil Lionelta will slay the 24 Great Evils!”

– Whoa! Whoa!

“Noisy, you guys! Everyone stay still!”

The crows, who intuitively noticed the words coming out of her mouth, knocked on the window, and screamed, and the monsters, demon swords, and dream corps in the form of demons who were asleep in the swamp of shadows also opened their heavy eyes and shook. Chil Ji-eon Jeong.

I couldn’t stop her defeat as she giggled, wiggled the corners of her mouth, and opened her mouth to the most powerful priest holding a white holy sword in front of me.

“My name is Cecil! From today on, I am the heretical inquisitor of this Telmere Church. You are the same inquisitor as Julius!”

Inquisitor Cecil Lionelta.

Blessing the birth of the first demonic Inquisitor, a grand anthem resounded with her center in the darkened Central Church.

Woo Woo Woong ──────!

– Kiek, chiek… kiek???

– Whoa!

– Whoa!

– tt.

Even if the anthem consists of the holy sword and the screams of the workhorses.

“… Then, now you are my subordinate as well.”

“Hehehe, I am Julius’ wife, subordinate, and possession.”

The gold eyes and the wall eyes that only reflect each other’s appearance.

For demons and priests who have fallen into a world where only each other’s breath can be heard.

Obviously, this too, will decorate their brains.

It will be a pleasant memory of a time.

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“Yeah, Julius. what the hell are you talking about My surrogate, the surrogate of my faith… Anyway, do you just watch the devil claim to be a heretic inquisitor?!”

Of course, the sky above the sky.

One of the celestial pillars, to an angel named Tafnel.

Decorate your own brain.

It may have been a terrible nightmare, though.