My Wife Is the Devil

114 – My wife is the devil (20)

#My wife is the devil (20)

In the middle of the drawing room, there is a quiet atmosphere that is completely different from the violent scenery of the Spiral Palace.

I was staring blankly at the steam rising from the teacup, which seemed very familiar to me for some reason, and counting the number of tea leaves floating in the teacup.

Julius, who had experienced defeat by a demon for the first time since becoming an Inquisitor (except for the bet with Cecil), was quietly contemplating the bitter taste of defeat with an indifferent expression.

“…… “I lost.”

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

-Tak. Widely. Widely.

“…… God’s power “Predestined harmony”. A form of power that I have never heard of, not even from Master Tapnell or Priest Emily….”

I tapped with my ‘right hand’ on a maroon table engraved with angel wings, a symbol of the Church of Telmere, which was exactly the same as the table that was once placed in Lionelta’s nest, the angel of death, or rather, it was just the table itself.

Julius muttered the information he had gained from the fight with Arnhill a little while ago. He was in the process of sorting out his tangled and complicated mind.

As always, neatly dressed in an elegant uniform.

With not even a trace of battle visible.

“Hmm.”

-Tak. Widely. Widely.

Julius, who was banging the table to the point where it felt a little obsessive, was in a very, very ‘normal’ state right now.

The feet and right arm, which had been torn off by the evil demon’s blow, had been regenerated as if they had never happened before, and the shoes and hem of the clothes, which had burned without leaving even a trace of dust in the aftermath of the holy flame, were likewise perfectly restored.

No matter how fatally injured he was.

It was thanks to the power of Tapnel’s power, “Gold,” That ‘completely’ restores the person with the power to its best condition several times as long as the person’s faith is not broken, as long as the fighting spirit is not lost, and as long as the person’s breath is not completely cut off.

Actually, it is thanks to Julius’s “Golden” And not Tapnel.

Taphnel, the original owner of the authority, was much less powerful than Julius.

How ironic.

“… ….”

‘…… It’s a good thing Cecil didn’t see the disgrace that just happened. ‘Because I don’t want to look disheveled.’

Even so, it only took a few minutes for him to return from his state of being little more than a worn-out rag to his current state of ‘the noble Julius whom Cecil likes’.

It was a so-called ‘complete resurrection’ that even Arnhill’s prediction that it would take a very long time to regenerate the lost body was spectacularly wrong.

“…… Was it [Julius Tapnel was ultimately unable to defeat Arnhill and was defeated?] “You’re talking nonsense.”

It surpasses even the predictions of an unidentified monster that has existed for countless years. If it was really Julius-like, it was Julius-like, ridiculous recovery ability.

Of course, the reason he was able to show such an amazing feat that was close to ‘recovery’ rather than recovery like this was thanks to someone who evacuated Julius, who was lying on the floor in such poor condition, to this ‘Lionelta’s Nest’.

Nevertheless, the greatness of Julius, who returned from a dead body to a fresh state in an instant, did not fade.

It would have been impossible for an ordinary human being, or indeed any human being in the world except Julius, to come back to life in that situation.

This complete resurrection was possible only because Julius surpassed even the angel Tapnel whom he served.

-Tak. Widely. Widely.

“The conditions for manifestation are unknown. Is it a form that activates as you say it? ….”

What an annoying ability. What an annoying force.

Julius, who was forcefully moving his right arm, which was still a little uncomfortable to use due to the aftereffects of regeneration, and was tapping the table regularly, continued to relive the fight with Arnhill that ultimately ended in defeat.

Well, to be precise, it was not the fight itself, but a review of the method of manifesting Arnhill’s power, “Predestined Harmony.”

Even though it was a fight, there was nothing worth reviewing in terms of martial arts.

The cause of defeat in the first place was not a lack of martial arts, nor a lack of force, but purely an inability to respond to a power that had never been experienced before.

“The power to directly interfere with fate…. “It may be a bit ridiculous for me to even say that, but it really is an unbelievable power.”

Ha.

I always thought, ‘Where in the world is something like this! It’s a scam. Julius, who had heard complaints such as ‘It doesn’t make sense!’ From his enemies, felt the irony of life once again at the current situation where he had to say out of his mouth the words he had heard so many times.

Always reigning as an absolute powerhouse and wiping out evil demons was the ‘life’ of a man named Julius Tapnel.

But even his ‘life’ of killing the devil with a single sword is ruined by the person who threw away his happiness.

Isn’t there really no other way to express this situation other than saying it’s ironic?

In a way, it was only natural for Julius to stare blankly at the slowly cooling teacup and laugh as if it was absurd.

─Over there. How do you feel? For the first time in my life… No, it felt like I had suffered a crushing defeat for the second time.

“…… Under.”

I laughed and took a moment to catch my breath as if it was something so absurd.

In Julius’s mind, who had stopped reflecting on his power, the words that came out of Arnhil’s mouth a moment ago began to play back at will.

A vulgar and unpleasant voice that sticks stickily in your head, completely opposite to Cecil’s sonorous and lively voice.

A question from a lowly and pathetic being who can hardly be thought of as a great being with the side of God.

Again.

Vividly.

It was thrown at him.

“…… Well, isn’t it natural to be sh*tty? “You damn devil b*tch!”

-Boom!

──Bloody enemy.

“Whoa.”

The answer to that question was the gold on the table composed of the power of a half-god and half-demon.

Julius, who was now completely free of any sense of discomfort and had literally brought Lionel Tar’s handmade table to a state of being on the verge of ‘crashing’ with his right arm, lost his composure and took a deep breath to calm his agitated mind. Did.

Anyway, this has always been a problem for me.

Cecil. Cecil. Cecil.

Cecil Lionelta.

On the topic of pretending to be a heartless person who doesn’t even blink when someone’s head explodes right in front of them.

When you get involved with just the two letters of the name Cecil, you quickly lose your composure.

As if under a curse.

Like being addicted to sweet poison.

Julius was extremely intoxicated by Cecil’s warm, milk-scented skin.

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

─Even though you were born with the talent to rise to the highest level, you would end up as a miserable loser.

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

“… ….”

Julius responded with silence to Arnhil’s words, which were muttering quietly with a slightly wistful expression.

Whether it was a little while ago or now.

I couldn’t put any words into my mouth.

That’s right. Because what Arnhil said was not wrong.

From the words of a man named Julius Tapnel, it will never be beautiful.

“If you can’t win… No, you really can’t win now. If so, at least they are similar. “At least Cecil can be turned back to a human.”

Because it will end with a foolish choice, choosing to kill her beloved wife right in front of her eyes.

─…… Hyapap-

Of course, this was just Julius’s personal opinion.

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

─You can’t say bad things!

“…… Hmm?”

─Julius is mine! It’s my dog! Dogs don’t die arbitrarily!

Because, as long as the devil named Cecil Lionelta exists, something like that will ‘never’ happen.

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

That is the Emperor’s nightmare.

The love of the great evil Cecil Lionelta.

Love mixed with madness that no man in the world can handle, and only Julius can handle.

Crazy love.

Crazy love.

The woman’s voice, containing a hint of madness, rang in Julius’s ears.

As if to drive out the dirty and mean devil’s voice stuck in his head.

I wanted to fill Julius’ head with myself.

“…… Cecil?”

Julius’ eyes widened at the sound of Cecil’s voice, which sounded a bit young, coming from beneath his feet, and his gaze slowly turned to the bottom of the table.

He wondered if the identity of the person who had urgently evacuated him to ‘Lionel Ta’s Nest’ was Cecil.

“…… This.”

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

All that can be seen is a pair of black shoes that shine as if they were new by the power of authority, and the wooden floor that shows signs of being slightly warped from age.

And-

“…… Doll?”

There was only one tiny doll.

Except for one minor peculiarity, that it moves as it pleases, it was an extremely ordinary doll.

No, since she has an appearance that closely resembles Cecil, it may be a bit misleading to say that she is an ordinary doll.

“Not Cecil, doll?”

─It’s not just a doll! I’m your lovely wife, Cecile – Ouch!

“…… No. “It’s a doll, right?”

─So, no, no~

Julius narrowed his brows and tilted his head as he carefully picked up the doll resembling Cecil, who was running around at his feet and shaking her head.

Cecil’s voice came from under the table, and it was because I couldn’t understand the current situation in which a doll with a steamed bun-like head popped out, not Cecil.

‘Cecil’s voice was heard from under the table, but she wasn’t there. ‘It’s truly strange.’

In the first place, Julius’s way of thinking was strange, thinking that a woman with her own children would crawl out from under the table where her man was sitting, but it was something that could not be helped.

Numerous experiences sometimes force narrow-minded thinking on humans.

For Julius, the woman named Cecil was always a woman who would casually crawl out from under the table without notice.

That’s why, as soon as I heard her voice from under the table, I reflexively made an incredible leap of thought and thought that Cecil had appeared here.

─hehehehe. I got caught.

Well, a Cecil (doll) similar to Cecil actually crawled out from under the table, so it’s not entirely wrong.

“…… Hmm. Who are you. “Is this Cecil’s familiar?”

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

Do you know whether Julius is confused or not?

The short doll, which was a little taller than a teacup, put its hands on its waist as soon as its feet touched the table and stuck out its chest with a triumphant expression.

─So~ I’m not a doll, I’m Cecil.

The appearance was beyond strange and looked exactly like Cecil.

Julius smiled so easy-going that it was hard to believe he was a person who had been preparing for death just a moment ago.

“…… Or is it steamed buns?”

-Cook.

It wasn’t just about smiling, he also moved his fingers.

I poked at the cheeks of the doll, which was as plump as a steamed bun.

─Wow! U, Julius, no. It’s outside. Ha, but you can do it here if you want.

“… ….”

Is it really Cecil and not a doll?

As soon as Julius’ finger touched it, the doll’s (Cecil) cheeks turned red. My entire small body trembled.

A strangely human-like reaction for a doll made only of cotton and cloth.

“So. Stop making lame jokes and reveal your true identity. Who the hell are you? “How could you suddenly appear in front of me?”

Julius, who had read traces of Cecil’s magic in the appearance of that elaborate yet artistic pseudo-lifeform, opened his mouth towards the doll with a somewhat stern expression.

‘I need information. ‘Any information about who helped me?’

Currently, Julius did not have any information about the current situation other than the fact that he was in Lionelta’s nest.

Who on earth evacuated me here? Information such as how on earth he was able to withstand the power of Arnhill even for a short time.

I sat leisurely at the table, lost in thought, or vented my anger at an awkward table, but that was mostly due to a sense of familiarity with a place I had been to before (Lionelta’s nest in particular was even more familiar as it was modeled after Cecil’s parents’ house). ) It’s just a margin that comes from.

“Do you know who brought me here? Rather than that, Cecil is probably safe, right? Cecil was a woman who often fell unintentionally on the bare streets. This means that she is a woman who cannot return home unless I carry her on her back. “If there is no one to escort you-“

Once the recovery from the fatal wound was over and the recovery of Arnhill’s power was over.

Naturally, belatedly, curiosity and concern for Cecil began to bubble up inside Julius.

─Hee, hee!

It was a bit uncomfortable to be scared by a doll that resembled Cecil, but what can you do?

No matter what, in the end, the man named Julius Tapnel was basically a person of extreme ignorance to the point of being disgusting.

Her over-protection of Cecile caused her to raise her and call her a rare madwoman. Even her Erman said, ‘Do you think our daughter is some kind of newborn baby? ‘She’s not planning on biting off her black nipples, right?’ She stuck out her tongue, so what can I say?

Saint Telmir said:

The saying ‘couples resemble each other’ did not exist for nothing.

─Now, wait a minute. I have a lot of questions. There are too many! Slowly, one by one. Be kind! It’s so rough!

I guess I was starting to lose out due to the momentum of Julius, who began to passionately pour out his worries for Cecil, who he had suppressed in a tone that was more like a father than a lover.

A doll that looked exactly like Cecil started stamping her feet and waving her hands around.

In the meantime, if it was really Cecil-like that the words coming out of her mouth were very strange, it is an aside that it was Cecil-like.

“…… Go ahead and speak up. “I’m not very patient, so you’d better open your mouth quickly.”

In response to Julius’ extremely fatherly (?) Question, he hurriedly hid behind a teacup on the table and did not take his eyes off the doll that was sticking out its face. In frustration, Julius narrowed his eyes and brushed his bangs.

Due to his nervousness, a slightly nervous tone of voice came out. It was only after he spoke that he felt like ‘oops’.

─I, a bad man! I heard threats from Julius……. Hey, this is okay too. Huh! I’ll have to tell the main body to play the bad guy later.

But it seems that it made the doll Cecile’s heart pound again.

─Wow! Oh my gosh! I also love Bad Boy Julius!

Roaming and rolling.

The doll Cecile, whose face was now completely red like a ripe blush, began rolling around on the table with sparkling eyes.

Anger and depression. It was a moment when Lionelta’s drawing room, which was implicitly filled with emotions such as despair, was suddenly transformed into a stage for a crazy skit.

“… ….”

Huh, indeed. Is Cecil Lionelta still Cecil Lionelta, even though she is merely a doll imitating Cecil?

“…… “Are you even listening to me?”

─aaah! Julius! No! Oh, you want to spank my ass, how can you do such a stupid thing! Well, if you still want to decide, I have no choice~

“When did I say something like that! … “You mean you did it?”

Julius, who was dumbfounded by the disgusting behavior of Cecil, the doll who had lost herself in her own world as if something had broken while his eyes were spinning, let out a low, poisonous voice from his mouth.

‘You look just like Cecil. ‘I am indeed.’

It’s been a long time since I forgot about Arnhill’s question, which was stuck in my mind and showed no signs of dropping.

Now, closing the mouth of this doll whose head is full of nonsense has become the top priority of the Inquisitor named Julius Tapnel.

─All men are wolves! And among them all, Julius is the leader wolf! All I want to do is caress my delicate body all the time!

“Don’t frame me. But when did I ever think of that?”

─Sniff. Sniff. Julius’ uniform smells like an unfamiliar woman. Come on, no way! Are you having an affair? Have you abandoned me?

“…… “Can dolls smell in the first place?”

─I am not an ordinary doll! It’s a great doll with a piece of the body’s soul inside it!

“…… Soul fragment? What does that mean? “Tell me a little more about it.”

─Ah, ah! I shouldn’t say this. We’re in big trouble!

-Tap, knock.

“A piece of soul. What does that mean? Could it be that Cecil used some strange magic again? “Why do I use such dangerous-looking magic if I get hurt!”

─Oh, no! It’s not dangerous magic! This, this. Therefore.

-Tap, knock.

───Chin.

So much ups and downs.

A trivial argument between Julius and the doll Cecil continued for a while.

-Squeak.

“… “Tell me the right thing right away – hm?”

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

A noise peculiar to old doors rang from the hinges of the small wooden door connecting the living room and the hallway, and a very familiar man’s voice pierced Julius’s ears.

“There is no need to worry. It’s just a guardian doll. It’s a kind of amulet that wards off bad luck and collects the owner’s misfortune. To Nirhil, this magic is nothing more than a game of play.”

“…… You are.”

─…… Keek.

What is the identity of the man who opens his mouth so naturally, as if he is teaching a foolish child, and walks slowly into the living room?

“This was probably not the first, but the second time this situation has happened. “At least for you.”

“…… Erman.”

─Oh, Dad? Why is dad here? Profit! You came here to create a slander to separate us!

A being who is both a saint and also called a wise man.

Organizing a small kingdom one by one A rare villain who unleashed high-ranking demons with unbelievable power into the world, capable of erasing them overnight.

“…… What a rude and immodest way to speak. “Who on earth does it resemble?”

─Who is it? He looks like his father. It’s fun, it’s fun! I hate you dad! Go away! Just don’t mess with our Julius!

“…… “No, father-in-law.”

“Hmph. It’s become quite funny while I’ve been out of sight. “Are you going to behave so rudely that you’ll even end up playing with dolls?”

“…… Yes. “It just so happened that it happened that way.”

─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 pathetic. You can’t even stand the words of that devil bastard, so you’re showing such disgusting behavior. “As expected, you don’t seem to be the right man for Cecil.”

“…… I don’t have anything to say. “There is no shame.”

Fallen saint.

Herman Lionelta.

Julius’s father-in-law, the person who had evacuated the near-dead man to this “Lionel Ta’s Nest” To avoid the eyes of Arnhil, looked at Julius, clicking his tongue with a pitiful expression on his face.

The intersection of icy blue eyes and golden eyes as intense as the sun.

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

─Are you still convinced that Julius had an accident before marriage? How old is your father that you can destroy the world with just that? Please listen to me! I’m so embarrassed!

“… ….”

“… ….”

…… Or maybe it’s just a new kind of skit.