My Wife Is the Devil

#My wife is the devil (20)

In the middle of the drawing room with a calm atmosphere that is completely different from the bloody spiral palace.

For some reason, he stared blankly at the steam rising from a very familiar teacup, counting the number of tea leaves floating in the teacup.

Julius, who had experienced defeat by the devil for the first time since becoming a heretic inquisitor (except for a bet with Cecil), had an indifferent expression and was chewing on the bitter taste of defeat.

“… … I lost.”

“To the devil. He also lost to a demon other than Cecil.”

-widely. widely. widely.

“… … God’s power “predetermined harmony”. A form of power that I had never even heard of from Tafnel-sama or Emily-sama… .”

One day, with his right hand, he tapped with his ‘right hand’ the auburn-colored table engraved with the angel’s wings, the symbol of the Telmere Church, which was exactly the same as the table placed in the nest of Lionelta, the angel of death.

Julius murmured the information he had obtained from the battle with Arnhill a while ago. He was sorting out his messy and complicated mind.

As always, she was neatly dressed in her elegant uniform.

Even the traces of battle are invisible to the eye.

“Hmm.”

-widely. widely. widely.

Julius, who was beating the table enough to feel a little obsessive, was in a very, very ‘normal’ state right now.

The two feet and the right arm, which had been torn off by the evil demon’s blow, were regenerated as if they had ever been, and the shoes and hem of their clothes, which had burned without leaving a powder due to the aftermath of the holy flame, were also in a perfectly restored state.

No matter how fatally wounded you may be, Jeong.

It was thanks to the power of “Golden”, the power of Tafnel, which restores ‘completely’ to the best state over and over again, as long as the beliefs of those with power are not broken, as long as they do not lose their will, and as long as they do not completely cut their breath.

To be precise, it was thanks to Julius’ “Golden”, not Tafnel.

Tafnel, the original master of power, was far less powerful than Julius.

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Quite ironically.

“… … .”

‘… … I’m glad Cecil didn’t see the chutae that just happened. Because I don’t want to show anything like a disheveled appearance.’

Even just a few minutes ago, it took only a few minutes to return to the state of ‘Cecile’s favorite noble Julius’ from a worn-out rag.

It was a so-called ‘complete resurrection’ that made even Arnhill’s expectation that it would take a very long time to regenerate a lost body gracefully.

“… … 【Julius Tafnel ended up losing without defeating Arnhill.】 Was it? You’re talking nonsense.”

To surpass even the predictions of an unidentified monster that has existed for countless years. If it was really Julius, it was the ridiculous and absurd resilience of Julius.

Of course, it was thanks to someone who evacuated Julius, who had been lying on the floor, to this ‘Lionelta’s Nest’, that he was able to show off such a great skill that is close to ‘recovery’ rather than this kind of recovery.

Even so, Julius’s greatness, who returned to a lively state in an instant from the state of the mountain corpse, did not fade.

If it were a normal human, no, it would have been impossible for any human in the world except Julius to be revived in that situation.

This complete resurrection was possible only because Julius surpassed even the angel Tafnel whom he worshiped.

-widely. widely. widely.

“Conditions for expression are words. Is it a form that is triggered by talking… … .”

What an annoying ability. It’s a really annoying force.

Julius, who had been knocking on the table regularly while forcing his right arm, which was still a little uncomfortable to use due to the aftereffects of regeneration, continued to replay the battle with Arnhill, which ended in defeat.

Well, to be precise, it wasn’t the fight itself, but a retelling of the way Arnhill’s power “Scheduled Harmony” was manifested.

Speaking of a fight, there was nothing particularly worth revisiting in terms of physical skills.

In the first place, the cause of the defeat was not because of a lack of physical skills, not because of a lack of force, but because it was purely because of the inability to respond to power that he had never experienced before.

“The power to directly interfere with fate… . It’s a bit funny to say that, but it’s a really crazy power.”

under.

I’m always like, ‘Where in the world is this? it’s a scam That doesn’t make sense!’ Julius, who had heard such complaints from his enemies, felt the irony of life anew about the current situation in which he had to spit out the words he had heard so many times with his own mouth.

It was the ‘life’ of a man named Julius Tafnel, who always reigned in the position of absolute strength and wiped out the evil demons.

However, even his ‘life’ of killing the devil with a single knife to the being who abandoned his happiness is devastating.

There is no other way to describe the situation other than to say that it is really ironic.

In a way, it was quite natural for Julius to stare blankly at the slowly cooling teacup and burst into laughter as if it was absurd.

— over there. How do you feel? For the first time in my life… No, it’s the feeling of the second devastating defeat.

“… … under.”

For a moment, I shed a laugh as if it was not so absurd, and took a moment to catch my breath.

The words that came out of Arnhill’s mouth a while ago began to play randomly in Julius’s head, who had stopped reinstating his powers.

The opposite of Cecil’s lively and lively voice, a vulgar and unpleasant voice that sticks in his head.

The question of a lowly and humble existence that is hard to think of as a great being with a piece of God.

Again.

vividly.

thrown at him

“… … Hey, isn’t it natural to be f*cking like that? You damn devil bitch!”

-bang!

──Awesome.

“Whoa.”

The answer to that question was replaced with gold on a table made of demigod power.

With his right arm, who has now completely lost his sense of incongruity, Julius, who made the handmade table handcrafted by Lionelta literally on the verge of ‘cat smashing’, took a deep breath to calm his heart, which had lost his composure and started to rumble.

Anyway, I’ve always had this problem with me.

washroom. washroom. washroom.

Cecil Lionelta.

On the subject of pretending to be a heartless human who doesn’t blink even if a person’s head explodes in front of his eyes.

If only two letters of the name Cecil are intertwined, you lose your composure so quickly.

as if cursed.

Like poisoned by sweet poison.

Julius was terribly drunk on Cecil’s skin, which smelled like warm milk.

From 5 years ago until now, without missing a single moment.

-Even though he was gifted with the talent to rise to the highest places, he would end up as a disastrous loser.

In the words of a man in love, it is not beautiful after all.

“… … .”

Julius answered in silence to Arnhill’s words, who had a slightly faint expression on their face and muttered softly.

either a while ago or now.

I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth.

that too. Because Arnhill was not wrong.

Because, in the words of a man named Julius Tafnel, it would never be beautiful.

“If you can’t win… No, I can’t really win now. If so, at least to the extent of being together. Even if only Cecil was able to turn him back into a human-”

Because it will end with a foolish choice to choose to die in front of the eyes of his beloved wife.

─… … Hyp-

Of course, this was only Julius’s very personal opinion.

It was just a foolish delusion that would never come true.

─No bad words!

“… … Well?”

—Julius is mine! it’s my dog! Dogs don’t die on their own!

Because, as long as the demon Cecil Lionelta exists, that kind of thing will never happen.

She is the embodiment of possessiveness and monopoly, because she holds even the ‘death’ of the man she loves.

That is the king’s nightmare.

The love of the Great Evil Cecil Lionelta.

A love mixed with madness that no other man in the world can handle, only Julius can handle.

crazy love.

Gwangae (狂愛).

A woman’s voice with fragments of that madness resounded in Julius’ ears.

As if to drive away the dirty, lowly demonic voice that had stuck in his head.

Even Julius’s head had a momentum that he wanted to fill with himself.

“… … Washroom?”

Julius’ eyes widened at the sound of Cecil’s voice coming from under his feet, reminiscent of a little youth, and his gaze slowly turned to the bottom of the table.

Perhaps, thinking that Cecil was the person who urgently evacuated himself to this ‘Lionelta’s Nest’.

“… … This.”

However, contrary to expectations, in the sight that caught Julius’s eyes, there was no appearance of Cecil.

All he could see was a pair of black shoes that were gleaming as if new by the power of his powers, and a wooden floor with some old and slightly warped marks.

and-

“… … doll?”

There was only one little doll.

Except for one minor singularity that it moves arbitrarily, it was an extremely ordinary doll.

No, he has an appearance that looks just like Cecil, so the word “ordinary doll” might be a bit absurd.

“Isn’t Cecil a doll?”

─It’s not just a doll! I’m your lovely wife Cecil- yay!

“… … no. It’s a doll, isn’t it?”

-So, no, no~

As he carefully picked up the doll resembling Cecil, who was running at his feet and shivering alone, Julius tilted his head while narrowing his forehead.

Cecil’s voice was heard from under the table, but he didn’t understand the current situation where a doll with a frizzy head, not Cecil, came out.

‘I heard Cecil’s voice from under the table, but Cecil isn’t there. What a strange thing.’

In the first place, Julius had the idea that a woman who was not very big and had children would crawl out from under the table where the man was sitting, but Julius’s thinking was strange, but it was inevitable.

Numerous experiences sometimes force a narrow-minded way of thinking on humans.

For Julius, the woman named Cecil was always a woman who crawls out from under the table in an unpredictable way.

So, as soon as she heard her voice from under the table, a leap of thought occurred in reflex that Cecil appeared here.

—Hehe. caught up

Well, Cecil (a doll) similar to Cecil actually crawls out from under the table, though I don’t think it’s wrong at all.

“… … Hmm. who are you. Is it Cecil’s workman?”

Even after carefully setting the doll down on the table, Julius tilted his head with an expression of incomprehension.

Do you know if you know such Julius confusion?

The little doll, who was a little taller than a teacup, put her hand on her waist, as soon as her feet were on the table, and then with a triumphant expression, she stretched out her chest.

-So~ I’m not a doll, I’m Cecil.

Its appearance goes beyond a strange level, and it really resembles Cecil.

Julius smiled so innocently that it was hard to believe that even someone who had been prepared for death a while ago.

“… … Or is it steamed bread?”

-cook.

It didn’t end with just a smile, but he moved his fingers as well.

I poked at the cheekbones of the doll, which had grown chubby like steamed bun.

─Ah! No, Julius. It’s out here. Ha, but even here if you want.

“… … .”

Is it really Cecil, not a doll?

As soon as Julius’s finger touched it, the doll’s (Cecile) cheeks were dyed red. The whole small body trembled.

A human reaction that is strange enough for a doll made of only cotton and cloth.

“therefore. Stop joking around and reveal your identity. who the hell are you How could you suddenly appear before me?”

Julius, who read the traces of Cecil’s magic from the sophisticated yet artistic form of the creature, opened his mouth toward the doll with a slightly stern expression.

‘I need information. Information on who the hell helped me.’

Currently, Julius has no information about the current situation, other than the fact that he is in Lionelta’s nest.

Who the hell took him here? Information such as how he survived the power of Arnhill, even for a short time.

I sat at a table leisurely to contemplate or settle my anger at the table that I loved, but it was derived from the familiarity with places I had been to only once (especially because Lionelta’s nest was modeled after Cecil’s parents). it’s just leisure

“Do you know who brought me here? Rather, the Cecil is safe, right? Cecil was a woman who often fell uncontrollably on an empty street. I mean, she can’t even go home if I don’t carry her. If there is no escort-”

When the recovery from the fatal wound is over, even the recovery of Arnhill’s power is over.

Naturally, belatedly, from inside Julius, curiosity and worries about Cecil began to burst out.

—Hey, hey!

It was a little reluctant to scare a doll that looked like Cecil, but what can I do?

In the end, Julius Tafnel was basically a man with a polarity that made him sick of it.

Even Erman, who overprotective Cecil, was unable to raise her, and made her hear the sound of a rare crazy woman, ‘Do you know what kind of baby our daughter is? Are you sure you don’t intend to bite the pacifier?’ It’s enough to stick out your tongue, so what can you say?

Said Saint Telmere.

The saying ‘couples look alike’ was not for nothing.

—Come on, wait. I have a lot of questions. Too many! one by one slowly. Be kind! Too rough!

Rather than being a lover, he was starting to be pushed by Julius, who began to pour out his worries about Cecil, whom he had been holding down in a father-like tone.

The doll, which looked just like Cecil, began to roll its feet and wiggle its hands to and fro.

Even in the midst of that, if the very strange state of the horse that came out of his mouth was really Cecil, it is a digression that he was Cecil.

“… … Come on tell me I’m not very patient, so I’d better open my mouth quickly.”

In response to Julius’s fatherly question, he hid himself behind a teacup placed on the table in a hurry, and did not take his eyes off the doll that was sticking out his face, Julius swept his bangs in frustration and narrowed his forehead.

A little nervous tone came out of my nervous mind. It was only after I uttered the words that I felt like ‘Ahaha’.

─I, the bad guy! Hearing threats from Julius… … . Hey, this is fine too. yes! I’ll have to tell the main body to make him play the bad guy later.

But it must have made Cecil’s chest pounding again.

─Ah! Oh my gosh! I love bad boy Julius too!

wobbly.

Now, the doll Cecil, whose face was dyed red like a fully ripe blush, began to roll around the table with her eyes twinkling.

anger and depression. It was the moment when Lionelta’s drawing room, which had an implicit feeling of despair, was transformed into a stage of frantic skits in an instant.

“… … .”

huh, indeed. Even if he is just a doll after Cecil, is Jeong Cecil Lionelta Cecil Lionelta?

“… … Were you listening to me?”

─Ah! Julius! no! Uh, you wanna slap your ass, how do you do such a stupid thing! Well, if you still want to decide, there is nothing you can do~

“When did I say such a thing! … did you do it?”

Perhaps it was because his eyes were twitching and he was out of order, and a voice that was completely depleted of poison emanated from Julius’s mouth, who had lost his absurdity to the puppet Cecil’s ugliness, who suddenly fell into a world of his own.

‘It looks just like the bathroom. I am.’

It had been a long time since I had forgotten about Arnhill’s question, which had stuck in my head and showed no sign of falling.

Closing the mouth of the doll whose head is full of delusional carts is now the top priority of the heretic inquisitor Julius Tafnel.

—All men are wolves! And among them, Julius is the chief wolf! I’m always just thinking of rubbing my slender body!

“Don’t slander. But when did I think of that.”

─めけ. 👌👌👌👌 Julius’ uniform smelled like a stranger. Stand, please! did you have an affair? did you leave me

“… … Can a doll be able to smell in the first place?”

─I am no ordinary doll! It’s a great doll with a soul fragment of its body!

“… … soul piece? what the hell is that Let’s talk a little bit more.”

─Ah, ah! Oh, this is not to be said. It’s a big deal!

– Tump tock.

“It’s a piece of soul. What do you mean? Could it be that Cecil did another strange magic? If you are injured, what can you do with such a dangerous-looking magic!”

—Oh, no! It’s not dangerous magic! this, this. So.

– Tump tock.

—-Chin.

so up and down.

There was also a brief quarrel between Julius and Cecil the doll.

– Kick.

“… I’ll tell you the right thing right now- um?”

-So, it’s not as dangerous magic as Julius imagined- Huh?

From the hinge of the small wooden door that connects the living room and the hallway, the noise peculiar to the old door resounded, and the voice of a man who was very familiar with it penetrated Julius’ ears.

“No need to worry. It’s just a guardian doll. It is a kind of amulet amulet that receives the wealth of the owner instead. To Nirhill, it is just a level of magic that is just a play on the house.”

“… … you are.”

─… … keek.

The true identity of the man who opened his mouth so naturally, as if teaching a foolish child, and slowly walked into the drawing room.

“Maybe this was the second time, not the first. At least for you.”

“… … Erman.”

—Oh, Dad? Why is Daddy here? profit! You’re here to disturb the two of us!

Being a saint and being called a sage at the same time.

A rare villain who freed the world of high-ranking demons with ridiculous powers that could be erased in a single day.

“… … It’s really rude and rude. Who the hell do you look like?”

– Who is who, who resembles your father. hey hey hey! I hate daddy! go away! Just touch our Julius. Very just!

“… … No, the craftsman.”

“huh. While I couldn’t see you, you became quite funny. Now, are you going to play with dolls after saying you can’t do it?”

“… … Yes. How did it happen?”

─Don’t ignore it!

And before all that.

Julius’s wife.

A man who is the adoptive father of the Great Evil Cecil Lionelta.

“It’s pitiful. How can you show such an ugliness because you can’t stand even a single mouthful of the devil baboon? After all, you don’t seem like a good fit for Cecil.”

“… … I have nothing to say. There is no shame.”

fallen saint.

Erman Lionelta.

The father-in-law of Julius, who was responsible for evacuating the dying man into the “Lionelta’s Nest” here to avoid the eyes of Arnhill, he looked at Julius with a pitiful expression on his tongue.

The intersection of cold blue eyes and bright golden eyes like the sun.

An air of tension began to fill the drawing room, which had been filled with a ridiculous atmosphere, once again.

—Are you still thinking that Julius bought it before marriage? To destroy the world with just that, how old is your father? Please get some iron! I’m really going to die of embarrassment!

“… … .”

“… … .”

… … Or maybe it’s just a new air of skits.