My Wife Is the Devil

“therefore. Did you have fun last night?”

“… … ?”

After a brief commotion in front of the inn [Lady Revealed]. Julius, Cecil, and the Holy Sword returned to the small two-story house in front of the central church to have a late breakfast.

Cecil and the Holy Sword headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast—of course, it’s a magic recipe, not homemade.

And as soon as he met that Lionelta, he was asked such a manly question.

“I am an angel, am I not now asking you, the representative of the angel? Did you enjoy the wrath of the heavenly people from last night until dawn this morning?”

With his messy hair covered in dust, Lionelta opened his mouth.

At first glance, he seemed expressionless, but his clear blue eyes were paradoxically blazing red.

It was not enough to be tied up by the devil and tossed on the floor of the warehouse, the angel’s representative disappeared hand in hand with the devil all night, and then re-appeared casually.

“… I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I have never done anything so bad that Lionelta would be offended.”

“Hey you idiot! The representative of the angel who should show the best among the priests! It’s not enough to be possessed by the devil, the angel is being humiliated like this, and there hasn’t been any news all night? I have to laugh at this and move on… !”

“Lionelta-sama is an archangel, but is not half a demon. That’s why I only paid half the courtesy.”

“… … Now, I don’t think I said that kind of a witty answer.”

Lionelta pursed her lips and narrowed her brow. There was even a slight contempt in her voice, which could be heard softly.

“… … I’m glad you didn’t have fun. If it had made Lionelta feel better by hearing my jokes, Cecil would have hated it.”

As Cecil’s magic that was binding on Lionelta’s body was burned with divine flames, Julius nodded with a slightly sullen expression.

‘Isn’t it funny?’

I promised myself that I would never joke about it in the future.

He tried to pretend he was okay, but in fact, Julius’s words a while ago were witty and admirable in their own way.

percussion–

“It’s all over.”

“Okay. You are finally free from this strange thing.”

As soon as the rope was untied by Julius’ flame, Lionelta got up from her seat as if waiting and started stretching.

Her hair and clothes, which had been messed up by wallowing in the dust pit, had already returned to a neat appearance, but if it wasn’t for the magi that rose and faded from her body, it was a natural magical skill that made her mistaken for seeing something in vain.

It was clearly visible that he had the opposite tendency to Cecil, who performed magic in a dazzling manner.

“Cecil is preparing breakfast. How about eating together?”

Towards Lionelta, who stretched and frowned, Julius made a formal meal invitation.

—Julius, I made breakfast! Don’t worry about Lionelta unnie, and come eat Mamma soon!

Just in time, Cecil’s bright voice echoed through the half-open warehouse door. There were some dangerous words mixed in, but fortunately, Lionelta didn’t seem interested in Cecil’s Mamma Taryeong.

Instead, he pointed to a corner of the warehouse and began to kick his tongue.

“Even if I die, I don’t eat anything that Holo made. What is it that you believe in a bitch who makes this kind of food food?”

“This… … .”

“Look! What kind of soup that bitch made by hand!”

“… … Hmm.”

profit–

Julius gently turned his head toward the direction Lionelta’s finger was pointing. The appetizing soup that was melting the bowl while emitting a dangerous sound caught my eye.

… … For reference, the bowl was a cast iron pot made of high-quality steel.

“… Cecil makes breakfast by magic. It is not handmade, so you can eat it with confidence.”

“Isn’t it done! Instead of eating the food that Cecil Ko-nyeon made, I would rather steal dog food and eat it!”

“… … Anyway, some dog food.”

“At least eat dog food and your stomach won’t melt!”

“… … .”

At the last words that came out of Lionelta’s mouth, Julius was unable to respond.

To be honest, Julius also agreed with her to some extent.

Cecil’s homemade cuisine was something indescribable that even a representative of the belief who swore eternal love could not accept.

I’m curious as to how the heck it’s made.

***

“Erman was a clever kid.”

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, savoring the aroma of tea, Lionelta slowly opened her mouth.

The fingernails of the little finger that stretched out from the hand holding the teacup were shining in the sunlight streaming in from outside the window.

“… … .”

After making her first fortune, Lionelta just sips her tea without saying a word. His left hand, who did not hold the teacup, regularly tapped the armrest of the sofa, and his gaze was calmly lowered.

“… … .”

Julius, who looked at her from afar, realized that she had a troubled heart.

Anyway, I have to put in my mouth a clue to defeat my son. I just hesitated.

“It’s okay to speak slowly.”

“… … Thank you.”

“no. As an angel’s representative, it’s the politeness to show.”

“… … that courtesy. If you keep it for a while, where will it go?”

Lionelta narrowed his eyes and gave Julius a pint glass.

“Ha, of course, it’s polite when you have to keep the laundry room. Nothing can take precedence over her and my daughter.”

However, Julius smiled broadly and shrugged his shoulders, then looked out the window.

For a little while, until Lionelta talks about Erman, I plan to watch the fight for entertainment.

─Sacred Sword! You were a bitch after all! Dare to deceive me?

─Deceive what you deceived! I just didn’t say it. Isn’t that a technique often used by demons like you?

─Profit! It means that only I can be by Julius’s side! I can only have a kiss with Julius, a hug on Julius’s back, and a child of Julius!

─That-Ru-Ni-Kah! First of all, I’m a sword, so I don’t feel s*xually attracted to humans!

─Then you don’t just feel love, not s*xual love!

-Oh, I’m going crazy! Don’t hold the horse’s tail!

The view out the window was very interesting.

A scene in which a woman with brown hair and a girl with silver hair are rolling on the ground holding each other’s hair.

Julius looked at the scene and smiled faintly. Then, I took a sip of the tea I had in my hand and enjoyed a moment of leisure.

It was at breakfast a while ago that Cecil and the mysterious girl, the Holy Sword, had such a brawl.

When it comes to Cecil’s food, the breakfast table with two people and one sword was very luxurious except for Lionelta, who shivered.

Grilled bacon and fried egg. And salad with dressing.

That was enough, but Cecil, who was at its peak, prepared one more dish for Julius. (Of course, he did not create it himself, but made it by magic.)

It was Zara soup with whole large Zara boiled.

Contrary to its bizarre appearance, the soup, which had no way of knowing where it came from, was more delicious than expected.

‘… … Hmm.’

Julius, who had lost his energy due to the intense exercise (?) with Cecil, was skeptical at first, but ate Zara soup, which had a taste that was completely different from its appearance, and immediately exclaimed admiration and praise.

So far there have been no problems.

Julius replenishes the energy he had lost at once, and Cecil looked at him like that, his eyes half closed and his taste buds dry. It’s dripping down to saliva.

‘Oh, is that really delicious? Does it look like complete junk?’

The problem was the holy sword.

Nerondir, who couldn’t stand it even after waking up, looked at Julius who was enjoying the hideous and bizarre Jara soup and started to go crazy with curiosity, and Cecil looked at such a holy sword and laughed as if it were a pity.

‘Fop. You shouldn’t eat it yourself. Ah, can’t you eat because you don’t have a mouth?’

‘Hey, you crazy bitch!’

‘Julius, I’ll do a lot of these things in the future. After this work is over, I have to make a second one.’

‘Don’t ignore it!’

Fang-

‘Ouch! What, what? Where did the girl suddenly come from? … Either way, die first!’

‘Today, in the name of God, I will punish you for four years! You witch devil!’

The holy sword, who was angry at Cecil’s provocation, eventually used the power he had hidden to reconcile into a human form and kicked her.

And from that time to the present, hours later, the fighting continued without stopping.

No, to be precise, the victory or defeat of that endless battle has just been decided.

─Illu come! Because it’s a holy sword and Nabal, I’ll throw it in a volcano and melt it!

—Julius, Julius! Help me! This wicked demon dares to melt the relics!

—Dare you hit Julius by the tail in front of me!

—Keheuk- Ha, surrender. surrender!

─I won! I won again! I can’t hand over Julius forever! Julius is mine forever!

As a last resort, the Holy Sword, which had been unilaterally punched in the defense, shouted out the name of its master Julius, but Cecil, whose eyes were turned over when he saw it, strangled him and was beaten again.

He didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and even when he lost a battle, he eventually lost because of his fluttering mouth.

“… … Cecil won.”

Julius nodded with a satisfied smile.

It’s because Cecil’s victorious roar while randomly increasing the cheekbones of the stunned holy sword was so cute.

I liked the alluring enchantress she showed me at dawn, but I liked the innocent Cecil like a child.

“How the hell did that holy sword receive power from her father? He spoke suddenly last time, and now he is transforming into a human.”

It took a while to enjoy Cecil’s ceremony with such a happy father’s smile.

Julius averted his gaze from the scene outside the window at the sound of a woman’s voice flowing into his ear.

The figure of Lionelta, who had a more refreshed expression compared to before, caught my eye.

“… … .”

“What are you looking at me like that? Even if you look at me like that, like that bitch Cecil, I fall in love with you and will not give up everything.”

“Please don’t say that, even if it’s a joke. It’s creepy.”

However, Julius did not make the mistake of spitting out the words to teach him a clue about Erman.

Before being an angel, she was the mother of a man. Is it not possible to plead loudly in front of the mother to tell her how to punish her child?

“… … Have you made up your mind?”

“okay. now it is I am determined to punish my beloved son… I mean.”

Lionelta got up from her seat and walked towards the window.

Even though it was midday, winter was fast approaching, and the drawing room was somehow dark.

A strange silence passed by them for a moment.