＜My wife is the devil (12)＞
“So I told you. I am the only one here.”
“What, what? How the hell are things going?”
“… … .”
“Stupid Julius. Silly Julius.”
You are already one step late. So, I should have done things like love games in moderation.
grow taller.
Looking at the holy sword tilting his head as if he still did not understand the English language and Julius sweating in a cold sweat at the fact that he had suffered an embarrassment, Arnhill began to open his mouth as if the time had come.
“Now do you think you can see how the story is slowly going?”
“… … .”
“Your senses are dulled by spending dreamy days piled up in the width of your sister’s skirt. Foolish servant of God.”
Well, that handsome face looks a lot better, though. This is the truth.
While possessing an extremely demonic ridicule, as if the innocence of a child and the viciousness of an old witch were mixed.
While putting the unluckyly handsome face of a heretical inquisitor in his refreshing blue eyes like the wide autumn sky.
Arnhill continued to speak.
“… … ttt.”
There was no other idiot.
Julius himself thought that my face reflected in Arnhill’s eyes looked like an idiot.
Arnhill said with an unpleasant laugh.
“… … Huh. I wanted to see your face like that. The arrogance of you, who has no doubt that anything can be solved by force, is embarrassed.”
“…what trick did you do?”
As if unable to hold back his laughter, Julius slowly lowered his head toward Arnhill, who trembled and scoffed at the corners of his mouth.
“Tell me. What the hell did you do?”
Every time you say every word out of your mouth. His expression slowly begins to distort.
Before long, each other’s breath caresses their cheeks, and the golden eyes and the blue devil’s eyes illuminate each other.
“…have you become a fully human?”
Even the devil’s magi can’t be found even after washing their eyes. Toward the ‘young woman’ with pure divine power, the heretical interrogator uttered a pure question.
Just feeling an instinctive sense of crisis. only realizing that something was wrong.
“…to defeat an opponent stronger than you. Which method do you think is best?”
In response to Julius’s question, Arnhill answered with another question.
An answer that might seem a bit absurd. However, Julius only answered Arnhill’s question with sincerity. Now it was Arnhill, not Julius, who was holding the hilt.
“…taking hostages… is the most efficient way.”
“right. And the hostage doesn’t have to be a human.”
or the devil a safe or Whether it’s a valuable item otherwise.
A little more abstract.
For example, your precious wife is something long ago lost.
Perhaps he liked the interrogator’s answer, Arnhill smiled broadly and nodded his head. Clapping their hands and squealing as if they were a girl did not seem like a big deal to intimidate the Inquisitor.
“… … What Cecil lost.”
However, no matter how much Arnhill spoke with a bright smile, the threat was a threat.
The threat was extremely effective, and the Inquisitor was forced to succumb to the demon’s threat.
“this. stop releasing it now I think the experience of being strangled by Julius Tafnel is enough now. And if it stays like this, Cecil Lionelta. So, my sister’s most precious thing might be destroyed.”
slurp-
—Tak.
As the words about Cecil crept out of Arnhill’s mouth, Julius finally released Arnhill’s neck.
Karate has already been reversed for a long time.
I thought that we should finish the work by taking hostages in a hurry. It seems like he hit the player first.
“What exactly is that?”
Without taking his eyes off Arnhill, Julius slowly got up from his seat and said.
tock-
──Degur.
“Huh!”
The horribly shattered shards of the throne fell on Julius’s shoes, and the holy sword, awakened by the sound, rushed to and fro and intercepted between Julius and Arnhill.
“I don’t know what it is. Come back to me right now! Julius!”
“Oh. be cute Has the old stumbling sword turned into a human? He’s also a man of magic. It will even capture the heart of the Holy Sword.”
“Joe, be quiet! You idiot with a loud voice! What are you going to do if that crazy girl who counts you hears that! …but do you know me? Where did you see it?”
“… … .”
ha. Really, it’s always stupid.
The way he answered Arnhill’s words by babbling stupidly was just like Cecil when he pretended to be an idiot, so Julius looked at the back of the white-haired girl and secretly sighed.
The conversation with Arnhill, which seemed to be putting a piece on a chessboard, consumed a lot of mental energy every time he uttered each word.
In such a situation, the foolishness of the holy sword was like a rain of drought that made the weary mind a little more comfortable.
Even though it was only a substitute for ‘Cecil’. Even that, Julius of the present was sensible.
“You already know the answer. That’s a very pointless question. Julius.”
“what. She’s a really bad girl! Julius. Don’t mess with a girl like that! Whoa! Whoa!”
“…there’s some kind of relationship between you becoming a human… and Cecil becoming a demon.”
However, it was not Arn Hill to continue to watch the rest like the rain of such a drought.
In the middle, the holy sword swung her short limbs, desperately running wild or not, without even paying any attention to it, just continuing to chastise Julius’s thoughts.
Julius continued his unwanted thoughts in line with the demon’s… no, the gentle voice of a woman who was a demon.
“The other day. Lionelta must have told you a funny old story. The story of a madwoman who willingly sacrificed the whole world for her beloved husband.”
It was in the devil’s nest.
Arnhill takes the secret story she shared with the angel of death in her mouth as if it were natural.
Still lying on the shards of the shattered throne, she slowly waved her hands as she recounted Cecil’s old story that Lionelta had told her.
– Slurry.
In line with her gestures reminiscent of brush strokes, the ceiling of the royal palace with pale pink flesh is painted over with a single painting. A painting of a saint with brown hair and an abomination burning in dark red.
It was a sight that Julius was also familiar with. A scene in which Cecil, who ascended to the position of a saint, falls into a demon by borrowing the power of an abomination called the king’s scepter.
“Twitter.”
His brow furrowed at the content of the picture, which was not very pleasant.
“There is actually something missing from that story. The most important story is missing.”
“…what is missing?”
“Actually, the devil’s contract always comes with a fair price.”
And the abomination “The King’s Scepter,” which transformed a woman named Cecil Lionelta into a demon, also follows that rule very faithfully.
If so, that’s right. Cecil Lionelta, who is a little bit of a virgin, bubbly. How much price do you have to pay to become a demon with the mighty power of Nirhill?
As if telling a story that no one should ever hear, Arnhill lowered her voice to the point that it was almost a whisper. While treating the saint of the Telmere Church as a ‘butterfly’.
“… … .”
“Saint Cecil Lionelta turned herself into a demon in order to recover Julius Tafnel, who had been wiped out by Saint Erman. And in the process, she dedicated her ‘humanity’ to the royal scepter as well as the power of ‘erasing’, which was bestowed on him by Rome as a saint.”
“… … no way.”
“… … .”
At this point, no matter how stupid he was, he had no choice but to notice.
Julius, who had become blunt as he became drunk from his sweet days with Cecil, also realized the holy sword that was swinging his arms around with a stupid expression on his face.
the woman in front of you. No, how did the high-ranking demon, nicknamed filthy desire, become a perfect human being. What was he holding hostage to keep him so graceful in front of Julius? just realized it.
“The world in which Cecil Lionelta was already a saint has been lost to the far side due to the return of a high-ranking demon and a saint. But only traces of it remained, waiting for the owner to return.”
And I took the remaining ‘trace’. The divine power and humanity itself that Cecil Lionelta had lost until the end of the king’s scepter.
… … Oh, I said it all. This isn’t fun.
Arnhill grumbles with a playful tone like a child, who is completely different from her noble appearance.
However, the story contained within, the identity of being held hostage by a high-ranking demon is far from playful.
Julius bit his lower lip and couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“haha! That’s a really fun look. It would have been more fun to see this with my sister.”
it hurts Well, you should know how to be satisfied with this.
Arnhill, who glanced at the scene with a squinting eye, burst out of his seat and got up with a wide smile. Then, as if waiting, the shadow of Arnhill trembled, and a royal scepter wrapped in dark red flames appeared. Before Julius entered the throne room, the sticky demonic energy that his sixth sense judged to be Arnhill himself spread slowly around the royal scepter.
“At this point, if you were a smart servant of God, would you have realized? okay. By harnessing the power of the scepter, your lovely wife, Cecil Lionelta, can return as a human again. But the essence of the sister. In other words, ‘humanity’ is the state I occupy right now.”
“… … so what do you mean If I kill you, Cecil cannot return to being a human forever. Do you want to brag that I can’t kill you?”
“Yeah, yes! So what! It’s enough to ignore things like you and dispel the magic that draws you to the contribution paper!”
There is actually a way to return Cecil Lionelta, who has become a demon, back to a human, and if he kills Arnhill, who took Cecil’s ‘humanity’ at will, Cecil cannot return to a human forever.
At first glance, this seems like a pretty daunting situation. However, as Julius and the Holy Sword said together, there was no reason for them to ‘must’ kill Arnhill.
As Nerondir said, it’s enough to just ignore everything.
“Uh… is that so?”
When Julius and the Holy Sword reacted more than expected, Arnhill scratched his head in embarrassment.
“Pu ha ha! Aren’t you stupid? What’s the big deal that you can’t kill? done. Julius. Put this idiot somewhere close, and release the large-scale magic all over the palace—”
Seonggeum, who had been looking at the ugliness of Arnhill from afar, burst into laughter with his shoulders drooping as if he had run out of steam.
And then, still scratching her head and rolling on the floor, the little girl turned her back on the ‘demon’ woman who started tormenting the stones, and walked towards Julius.
No, I was going to move it.
“Then, if there is a compelling reason to kill, does that mean it hurts your head?”
“Uh… huh?”
Until I heard the ominous woman’s voice echoing from behind me again.
“… … You’re talking as if there must be a reason why you must kill four years old.”
As he turned around and glanced at the frozen girl on the spot, Julius also opened his mouth to Arnhill again.
The opponent is the king’s nightmare. A cunning demon with skills second only to Nirhil. Unlike the Holy Sword whose head was a field of flowers in the first place, Julius did not think that things would be so easy.
And Julius’s thoughts were exactly right.
No, it would be correct to say that it exceeded expectations and exceeded hits.
“Until now, I had kept it a secret without telling anyone. Julius, I will tell you something special.”
“… … .”
“What is the reason you must kill me?”
… … The girl you loved so much. Cecil Lionelta didn’t actually die of an illness.
That poor girl was murdered.
Because I killed it.
How do you feel about killing me now?
