My Wife Is the Devil

Tak–

“Hmm… that number there.”

The Cathedral of Kent, where there is a peaceful stillness.

An elderly man sitting in the middle of a shabby office, perched in a corner there.

Known as a war hero, along with Saint Erman Lionelta, Brukin is one of the most revered priests in Liream.

Looking at the disaster unfolding right before his eyes, he could only swallow his saliva.

“…don’t waste your time, let’s talk and move. If you close your eyes and pray like that, will the ROM you gave me teach you a trick?”

“Hey, this guy. Even if the yangban, who was like a saint, was just an unbeliever, I would believe it.”

Even if he tried to find Myo-soo with his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, the harsh voice of a close friend heard in front of him seemed to inform his future.

This match is Brookin’s defeat. That is the painful fact.

“Hmmm. Oh, Erman. What if I only hand over one number?”

“of course.”

“of course?”

“Of course not. Then can I think of this as my victory?”

The sight spread out on the black-and-white board engraved with a grid pattern is a trace of overwhelming rumble.

The brown-haired saint who won a light victory over Brookin, the priest reputed to be the best chess player in the town of Kante, gently raised his chin with a mischievous smile that was hard to believe even for an elderly man.

In the end, Brookin, unable to remember the trick, put his hand on the small horses on the board with a sullen expression on his face and his shoulders drooping.

“Huh, that’s right. Today, my faith in me is springing up. As a priest, what does Yu-hee mean?”

“Saint Telmere often played chess with Jeepnel, the angel of love, when he was on a pilgrimage to preach the word of the Lord.”

“… Are you saying that Telmere-sama and Jeepnel-sama were that close? Why didn’t I know? It’s the first time I’ve heard of such a thing since I became a priest.”

Erman, a priest with gray hair who rolled his purple eyes as if he didn’t understand the English language, frowned at Brukin’s ignorance of not being able to pay his nights. I exhaled deeply.

“Look, no matter how much you hate to read, did you not read even a single book of forbidden books kept by the church while you were in the capital?”

“… a forbidden book? If it is a forbidden book, it is not a forbidden book because it should not be read. Of course, I knew I shouldn’t read it.”

“You know what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t even come close to the forbidden vault.”

“……her.”

Among the priests of the denomination, a special priest who rises to the highest position except for saints and saints.

I haven’t read a single book, a forbidden book that should be read at least once by any high-ranking person in the denomination.

Twenty years ago, Erman, who felt faintly dizzy at the shocking secret that came out of the mouth of his close friend, Brukin, whom he had not seen well since the Holy Horse War, did not even care that the uniform of the priest he had always worn neatly and neatly got messed up. I started to open my mouth with a languid voice as I entrusted myself to the worn-out sofa.

“Genga thinks that all forbidden books are the same. With the exception of the forbidden books related to high-ranking demons, most of the forbidden books are just books that deal with Telmere-sama’s personal history, so they’re only called forbidden books.”

“Oh, right. Thirty years have passed since I entered the priesthood, but it seems that I am still a little lamb.”

“Ha… It’s just that you were stupid and didn’t know.”

Brukin nodded with the face of a sage as if he had attained great enlightenment.

Erman, who was just staring at him from afar, began to open his mouth again, trying to erase the worries that suddenly appeared in his mind.

‘This is what it looks like from a special priest, but is it really okay for our Telmere Church to be like this… Well, Cecil will take care of it.’

“Anyway, among the forbidden books you are stupid, there are quite a few books that contain the most personal sentiments of Saint Telmere. Among them, in the diary he left behind, the anecdote about the angel Jeepnel is written in considerable detail. It almost takes up most of the diary.”

“Isn’t Saint Telmere definitely Tafnel-sama’s representative? However, it is quite strange that he spent more time with Jeepnel than the angel he was serving.”

“Well, it’s because Telmere had a crush on Jeepnel.”

“Ah, sweetheart. Yes, love is good… What, love love?!”

“What are you so surprised about? The fact that Telmere-sama fell in love with Jeepnel-sama is not surprising, as anyone who has read the forbidden book has noticed.”

“… No, it’s not surprising enough. The first saint made a woman in the body of a priest. No, you said you longed for an angel. then.”

“How can the human heart be changed so easily? In particular, the feeling of love is so muddy. If you want to remove it, the more you remove it, the tougher it will stick to your heart.”

“It is an impossible love. It seems that Telmere also suffered a lot more than expected and lived a life of hardship.”

“… a heartache? Why do you think so? Do you think that Telmere-sama’s love affair was one-sided?”

“……?”

A saint with brown hair who casually spit out great words with a languid voice.

Brookin, unable to understand his words at the time, just kept tilting his head stupidly.

Erman, unable to see the creepy ugliness presented by the old man, waved his hands and got up from his seat.

“If a person is old, please pay a little for the night. What a shame to be disrespectful.”

“So, why don’t you talk to me, I’ll tell you everything until the end.”

Brookin straightens the messy priest’s uniform neatly, picks up the robe hanging on the wall, and points at the saint as he prepares to leave.

However, Erman only spit out cryptic words like a riddle towards him.

“Before the Telmere Church, when there were still many religions in the world, most religions were named after the god they worshiped.”

“Yeah, sure, the pagan denominations used the same name as the god they worship.”

“However, our denomination has been called the Telmere denomination, not after the name of Rom, but after the saint, Telmere, who preached his word.”

“…After hearing it, it’s a little strange, why did they name it the Telmere Church instead of the Roman Church?”

“A long time ago, when the denomination had not yet received a name and moved only by faith in the Lord God. Saint Telmere-sama was killed by a demon’s wiles.”

“… … .”

“After the saint’s death, the angel of love, Zipnell, took care of his body, and in the process found a letter he had cherished in his arms.”

“… Maybe, that’s it.”

“Yeah, that letter was a letter of the saint’s heart towards the angel. And it was only after he died that his heart fell into Zipnell-sama’s hands.”

“Then the name of our denomination became the Telmere Church.”

“Well, Jeepnel has been insisting that it’s not the case for 500 years, but the fact that the name of the denomination was made as a name of a trivial creature while disobeying God’s will. Wasn’t that the answer to that person’s own relationship?”

“Hey, Jeepnel actually liked Telmere-sama too.”

A priest with gray hair who nodded at the love story between a human and an angel that came out of Erman’s mouth a long time ago.

The saint, who looked at him from afar as he nodded with a mysterious smile as if it was really funny, tapped his shoulder once, then slowly turned around and began to walk.

“Then, the reunion after a long absence will end here, and I will leave.”

“Hold on a little while longer, how are you leaving so quickly? I haven’t seen her face properly in 20 years. He said he was leaving after only two days, so I was really disappointed.”

“Unfortunately, I am a sinner. I can’t let this one body rest in peace.”

“Yeah! Man, if Erman Lionelta, the savior of all, is a sinner, then who in the world is not a sinner?”

“… … .”

Brukin, a war hero called the Priest of the Moon, is rude to Erman with a self-helpful smile. He was just leaving the road, saying goodbye to each other without a sound.

“You’re so cruel, see you next time.”

Touk——

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“… Brookin, I am a very different person than you think. He’s just a sinful murderer.”

A hilly road in Kente village that boasts a clear sky that makes you feel open.

The cool wind blowing towards the middle of the city had a refreshing feeling that would make you feel better,

It must have been insufficient to refresh Erman, an elderly saint who had been smiling continuously since before.

“Are you listening over there? Julius. The woman you wanted to save so much. Cecil finally survived. Now I am a saint in the Central Church of Darcana and live a busy life.”

Did he think of someone by looking at the unknown golden leaves of grass embroidered on the hill?

Slowly walking down the hill where no one was there and no one would answer, the saint continued to mutter to himself.

“What would you say if you appeared in front of me now? Would you call me a murderer? Or will I nod my head at my choice to save Cecil? Even decades after that nightmare day of death, I’m still not quite sure. Was my choice at that time right? Was it really the best choice for me to take on the unbearable original sin of killing my son-in-law and erasing the very existence of my granddaughter?”

Yes, you always used to solve problems that bothered you.

So please, let me know the answer now.

Hello, have I made the right choice?

Or is it just the friendship of a mean old man?

saah

“… No, don’t answer me. The answer to my sins. It will be my only issue.”

After those words, the saint did not open his mouth any more.

Instead, in the middle of the Central Church, her precious daughter, who will be walking the path of glory with the applause of everyone.

With a slight smile, remembering the brown hair of the saint, Cecil Lionelta.

It was just moving without hesitation.

────Awesome!

– Erman! Ermaan—–!

But when God created the world, He did not create mercy for sinners.

Above Erman’s head, who felt the moment of happiness, the voice of an urgent and dangerous woman began to resound.

“La… Ionelta-sama.”

“Erman, you must go to Dharkhana with me right now. A saint, a saint, has committed an apostasy.”

“…that, all of a sudden, what the hell are you talking about.”

“Cecile Lionelta has embraced the power of the devil. That crazy bitch has awakened the king’s scepter!”

“…what the hell are you talking about?”

Apostasy.

Unbelievable angel’s words that are constantly ringing in my ears without being able to flow into my brain.

It must have been a perfect world.

If only a sinner named Erman was silent, the world would be perfect.

Why, why did this happen?

‘Grandpa, do you like it?’

A corrupted granddaughter that is constantly resounding in Erman’s mind, mixed with the words of an angel who rides in his ear and wanders in vain.

Layla’s voice.

“Erman, I understand that you were taken aback by the sudden situation, but we must stop this situation as soon as possible! If Cecil were to become completely one with the scepter, a legion of high-ranking demons might be born. Now is the time to move.”

“… that’s ridiculous. No, it shouldn’t make sense, is it?”

Obviously, if Julius Tafnel was eradicated, everything would return to its original place.

… … Ah- it wasn’t.

It was just my stupid and stupid delusion.

Cecil’s death inevitably comes.

predestined tragedy.

In a world of lies, where everything is crazy,

I still couldn’t get out of it.

“… let’s go.”

“You seem to have finally understood what I said, yes, if you and I work together, we can punish the ungrateful girl who doesn’t even know her grace…”

“No, I do not punish.”

“…what, what?”

“If Cecil had truly entered the path of evil, if he had cast off his human skin and turned into a mean demon.”

I will gladly die at the hands of the devil in your disguise.

even if it

Even if you say that you are walking on your own feet into a prison called eternity.

drip—-

“… … .”

The figure of a saint who swears with tears of blood while biting his teeth tightly.

Because it was too terrible and too miserable to be called a saint.

angel and devil.

And Erman is a woman who is the mother of a man.

Lionelta had no choice but to stare at her own child, even though it was an emergency.

It was so far away, I couldn’t help but stare.

It was when autumn passed and winter was approaching.

A story from a long time ago.

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***

“And I returned to the capital with Erman in tears.”

shriveled–

Did I get a sore throat by talking a little too long?

Realizing that the black tea in front of me had suddenly reached the bottom, Lionelta gently refilled her teacup with a white maize maize, showing off her old-fashioned appearance.

“On our return to the capital, it was just an endless tsunami of magic that filled the front of us. 23 Cecil, who had a royal scepter in his hand, which was like the collar of the great demons, was a disaster in itself. The angels and their representatives who came to prevent this, too, helplessly knelt before the ungrateful girl.”

“…you did a wonderful job. Our third room.”

“… our count? ha ha, what happened Anyway, Erman is just my daughter, silently. No, I just silently walked and walked towards what was my daughter. And finally.”

“The two of you have met.”

“Then there was a terrible tragedy that is hard to put into words. The devil, who wanted to turn back time and regain his love, pierced the heart of his former father and coveted [the eve], the power that resided in it.”

“The devil coveted the power of God…”

“Julius, as you also know well, the power of God is incomprehensible, different from the power of angels. Most of the time, even the chosen humans can’t handle it properly, but Cecil, who was not chosen, tried to deal with it by force. Can there be a normal return?”

“… Indeed, now everything is clear. Why did my heart race toward Nirhill?”

“The representatives of the beliefs of the time have a bad habit of babbling nonsense over and over again. Yes, as you might have guessed, Cecil only partially accepted the power of [Eve], and with only fragmented memories, he became a cursed being, returning to the eternal void whenever he dies. This is it.”

“Nirhill was the true nature of existence.”

Tak—

After saying those words, Julius gently put the teacup in his hand on the table and spit out a small word to the angel who was staring at him with a serious expression in front of me.

“So, what do you mean?”

“…what, what? What are you talking about now?”

“Certainly, I am well aware of the suffering Cecil has been through. In my mind, right now, I want to hold her in my arms and take care of that poor soul and body. But it seems that Lionelta didn’t ask me to do this for me.”

Is the inquisitor’s insight unique in catching hidden heresies and demons?

An angel with brown hair who was carefully handling the ‘gift’ he had in his arms.

Lionelta smiled bitterly at Julius’s daring remarks, revealing his face not as an angel but as a great devil, and made an irresistible offer to the representative of his beliefs.

“After all, the clash between the saint and the great devil has long since become a sticky, sticky, muddy battle that cannot be ended by the two of them. The saint constantly turns back time to create the perfect world he has reached, the world in which Saint Cecil Lionelta exists, and the Great Evil Nirhill is a man who can give him infinite love and pleasure to fill his empty heart. You constantly stand in the way of the saint to have Julius Tafnel.”

“… … .”

“So here, it’s time for a third-party intervention. We need another being who can interfere with time.”

“… intervening in time?”

“Yeah, like I said before. I have no intention of obeying Erman’s plan. No matter what the end of this fight. It is closer to the truth foreordained that my poor son will be ruined.”

Having said that, Lionelta smiled confidently as if no more words were needed, pulled out a round ‘something’ from her arms, and then gently put it down in front of Julius.

“… this is not a pocket watch.”

“The correct name is the object named [Tears of Zipnell].”

“It’s an item named after Jeepnel-sama, then this watch.”

“Yes, my sister, the angel of charity and love, one of the great relics crafted by Jeepnel.”

Drooling– Tak-

Again——–

With an alluring smile, the Angel of Death rose from his seat slowly, boasting his leisurely steps, and continued speaking as he approached the Inquisitor.

“In order to prevent the death of Saint Telmere, the angel of love who wanted to twist the truth of our Father, Rom, who gave him the first and last time. That crystal.”

Owners with this only once.

You have the power to turn back time.

“… … .”

“Unfortunately, this is a failure. It is an item that can only be used once in the passage of time, so I have never handed it over to you.”

Sharalak—

At the temptation of the Great Devil that shakes the brain, Julius looked at the silver pocket watch that was placed in front of him, just far away without even a slight movement.

Lionelta, who looked at him with a curious gaze, whispered the last key that would solidify the Inquisitor’s determination.

“If you are good at dealing with any celestial power, you will surely be able to handle this as well. More than Erman and Nirhill, who have the power to turn back time.”

“… … .”

“This world has already reached its limits. There is no more room left to withstand the re-creation caused by Erman and Nirhill. But just going back five years. There is still more than enough power left.”

So rewrite your time with your own hands.

With your unbreakable belief, you wash away your wife’s defiled spirit and body, and give rest to the broken saint who couldn’t bear the weight of sin.

“… … I.”

A whisper of an angel who embraces the warmth of a loving mother.

Hearing the suggestion of the sweet devil that wraps around my heart,

Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.

“I will not turn back time.”

“… … ?”

“Hey, if we turn back time at will, wouldn’t the current Cecil disappear? I swore to accept her as Nirhill too. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to reject Lionelta-sama’s offer.”

“… … You are really different, you crazy love.”

A representative of faith, worthy of its name.

It was only to show off his unshakable incision in front of the angel.

“… I finally found it! This rip off bitch!!!”

And the slender demon, who had been secretly listening to it, breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to show off his unwavering madness in front of the angel.

aang——!