My Wife Is the Devil

119 – My wife is the devil (25)

#My wife is the devil (25)

“…… So. “Are you saying Erman disappeared?”

Countless tentacles retreated without a trace, and a quiet hallway with the soft blue light of dawn flowing through the gaps in the palace.

In the middle of it all. Arn Hill, who was crossing her arms and twitching her fingers, narrowed her eyes when the young court lady said that Erman had left her position.

“…… Well, that is. “You were definitely here two hours ago.”

Green hair that resembles the color of fresh grass.

As she stared at the woman dressed as a maid, who had quite gorgeous hair for a palace worker, her small mouth moved and spoke as expected.

“I heard you were going out for a short walk. Well, I definitely said no, but it’s just for a little while so it’s okay—!”

“Stop. That’s enough. “I don’t think I need to hear any more.”

…… As expected, the culprit who stole Julius was Erman. No, because there is no great person other than him in the first place who would steal him away without a word. Is it natural?

Hill, shocked by the betrayal of her partner with whom she had been living for a very long time, with whom she had felt an almost unique sense of intimacy, involuntarily bit down on her lower lip.

Tuk- Tuk-

She bit down so hard that the fragile princess’ lips burst open at once, and her blood flowed down.

“Ah, ugh. I. “Blood!”

The court lady, looking at her like that, hurriedly took out her white handkerchief from her arms.

It was also her struggle to somehow escape the terrible fate of having her eyes removed alive by covering up her mistake.

“… That’s it. Because I am the devil. “A wound of this magnitude can be regenerated.”

Of course, for a demon as tall as Arnhil, the wound that tore her lip was a minor wound, so she glanced at her own lip and then shook her head.

Tears began to well up in the young court lady’s eyes at that clear rejection.

“Ugh. Well, then I… ….”

Even her legs were shaking as if she was going to sit down on the floor and look bad.

I really don’t want to experience having my eyes ripped out alive.

“Ha. Actually, I would like to take out your pretty eyes and just admire them. Unfortunately, I don’t have much time. I will forgive you for what happened regarding Erman…….”

That extremely weak figure is trying to escape from the fate that is approaching it.

Because it reminds me of that girl someday.

Arnhill was enough to defy her devil’s will, but she literally did not have enough ‘time’ right now.

So she decided to just let it go.

If she wins anyway, she will succeed in killing Julius by driving him into deep despair.

That weak court lady is her life.

Pressing her fingers against her throbbing temples, Arnhill opened her mouth with a deep sigh.

“…… “Just get out of my sight.”

So, I decided to let him live right now.

He even waved his hand at her to tell her to get out of the way quickly before she changed her mind.

“…… Go, thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Don’t be a useless fanatic and get out of the way quickly. I’m not feeling very good right now. “If you keep talking to me, I’ll eat you alive.”

“…… “Thank you.”

“…… Mr. Lee.”

“…… “I’m really going to go-.”

“… ….”

Dodododo──

The court lady, who was unable to carry out even the simple command to watch over Erman, overcame her fate of death in this way.

As he looked at the back of the court lady with fresh, grass-colored hair, who was disappearing down the hallway at a slow pace, Arnhil muttered quietly to himself.

“…… That girl. Apparently, she had brown hair last night. “When did you dye your hair?”

When doing something like that, keep an eye on Erman. What on earth are you doing? Your skills are good for no reason.

“No. No. “It’s not the time to be talking like this.”

Arn Hill slapped himself on the cheek, reprimanding himself for having lost one eye on the hair color of an ordinary court lady.

Now is the time to focus.

You’re in a corner because of a traitor you didn’t expect, or rather, you knowingly left behind.

Everything must be done.

“…… “Because we must kill those kites.”

If not today, there will never be a chance to kill Julius and Cecil.

We will do our best. We need to put aside the laughter and be serious for today.

“We must do it. Otherwise. Otherwise….”

I guess he has no intention of hiding his nervousness.

Arne Hill bites her fingernails in a way that does not suit the body of a princess who appears to be extremely noble.

From behind her back.

“…… Excuse me. “I have one question.”

Clear and transparent. A clear voice rang out that made me think that those words were appropriate.

A holy sword that assists with the power of an angel and a girl with the rank of Little Angel.

It was the voice of the holy sword Nerondir.

“…… Tsk. Are you curious? Oh yeah. Questions are good, they’re good. “Please feel free to ask as many questions as you want.”

Arnhill roughly shook off his ears, feeling as if frost had settled on them.

Then. He smiled brightly as if nothing had happened and turned his head behind her.

“… ….”

Floating in the air with a sullen expression. The sight of a pure white girl tightly wrapped in black rope that seemed to have been cut from a shadow caught my eye.

After retrieving the King’s Scepter, she kept trying to interfere with her, so she took special measures and used magic to suppress it.

‘Tsk. Should I have covered her mouth too?’

She originally tried to cover her mouth, but she had no choice but to give up covering her mouth in order to preserve her strength due to the unusual demonic energy felt in one corner of the palace.

Still, even though it is a holy sword, it has extremely annoying powers, so just tying it up consumes a huge amount of magical energy.

“How long do I have to be tied down?” Is that what you want to know?”

Do you think she can be a real girl? With a lot of air in her cheeks, she said, ‘I’m angry.’ Towards the Holy Sword.

Arn Hill opened her mouth with an unreasonable joke.

“You know it’s not true.”

Neron Dir’s white eyebrows slightly arched at her absurd joke.

It was a silent protest to stop talking nonsense.

“… ….”

With that sharp gaze.

The Holy Sword’s gaze looked at her enemy, who had killed Telmere, who was like her brother countless times, and who had almost killed Julius, whom she had finally chosen as her own master after eternity.

Arnhil blinked his eyes a few times. She looked blank for a moment.

“…… Flaw.”

Then. She slowly nodded, running her hand through her crooked hair.

“… “Yeah, I know.”

She opened her mouth in a simpler tone than usual.

“… ….”

“… Are you wondering why I do this? So, why are you bothering Julius and Cecil? “Same thing.”

“…… Okay. Even if others don’t know, I need to know. Because I am a holy sword. “Because I have a duty to protect my rightful master, Julius.”

Neron Dir nodded once with a stern expression in response to Arn Hill’s words, who, as expected, knew what she wanted to ask.

She seemed ready to fight to the death if a reason that wasn’t even funny came up.

“…… Well, okay. Because the end is coming now. I’ll tell you something in particular. “I am indebted to the Telmir family that created you for many things.”

Nerondir’s serious attitude was different from usual, and Arnhil also took the Holy Sword’s words seriously.

“Let’s move places for a moment. Because it is my first and last confession, not anyone else’s. If possible, I want to do it in a place with a nice view.”

“…… “Do whatever you want.”

“… Thank you. “You are such a good sword.”

Hearing the holy sword’s words to decide whether to move or not, Arn Hill gently closed his eyes and opened them again.

This is the best courtesy that Arnhill, whose natural nature is ‘vulgar’, can show.

“I won’t go far. “There is no time to sit leisurely in a cafe and chat.”

“…… “I have no intention of sitting across from you and making you cry.”

“…… You really don’t want to lose a word. “Maybe it’s because I take after my father.”

“I look like my mom starting today.”

“… ….”

Like an adolescent rebel, I listened to the Holy Sword’s ticking words with one ear, picking on every word he said.

Instead of heading to Julius, whose whereabouts are unknown with Erman, the path leads to Cecil, who is with a sloppy Inquisitor girl.

The infirmary where Erman was located.

Arn Hill slowly walked in front of the small window on one side.

Ttogak─ Ttogak─

“…… “I definitely think marble looks prettier than tentacles.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“…… “I used to think tentacles were more beautiful.”

“You have such eccentric tastes. “Tentacles are the most beautiful when grilled.”

“…… “

…… What are you saying?

Where on earth did she learn such a bad joke? As she couldn’t bear to look at the Holy Sword saying something that was more absurd than funny, Arn Hill had no choice but to slowly turn her head.

‘… ….’

Lirram’s pride that his tentacles disappeared when he looked away from Nerondir, who was like a lump of pure white marshmallow. The interior of the “Spiral Palace” Came into view.

‘…… ‘Wow, they put a lot of effort into making it.’

High-ranking demon of the deep sea. The corridor of the Spiral Palace, where Ketyal Hill’s tentacles had retreated and regained its original appearance, was a very beautiful sight.

The blue light of dawn flowed through the gap in the window, which was shimmering like crystal, hidden behind a hideous painting, as if fascinated, and then faded away in the air.

‘… It was a mistake. After all, I think tentacles are better than marble. ‘That’s right.’

…… This place reminds me of her hometown.

A sight reminiscent of a heavenly temple located in the outer heaven.

Arnhill’s eyebrows narrowed at the fantastic spectacle created by the Spiral Palace, which reminded him of the events that took place in his childhood before he was banished to heaven.

She hated her memories of her hometown.

Until the last moment, the devil of the deep sea was unleashed and the inside of the palace was turned into a hideous space full of tentacles.

“…… “It should be enough around here.”

Only an empty flower pot with nothing planted is left alone.

Arnhill reached in front of her small window and opened her mouth again.

“… Come to think of it, I can’t see those creepy tentacles here? “Did you cook everything?”

Neron Dir must have lost her senses in that moment, but instead of her firm determination to fight to the death, Neron Dir made a stupid expression and said stupid things to her.

But the question is very, very valid.

Arnhil answered indifferently, reaching out to the old window.

“I have taken back the order to imitate myself in the palace. “Ketya Hill has other things to do.”

“That octopus. “You couldn’t have sent it to the sea, right?”

A huge tentacle demon that occupied the palace.

Nerondir opened his mouth in horror when Arnhil said that he had given a different order to Ketyhil, a high-ranking demon of the deep sea.

“If you send it to the sea, you can’t eat the fish! “It’s been a long time since I gained a human body, but it would be difficult if I couldn’t eat fish!”

A long time ago.

A time when the Great Mountain Serpent swallowed the entire island and Nirhil overthrew the emperor just because he had golden hair.

Nerondir’s lips trembled as he remembered the notoriety of a high-ranking demon named Ketyahil who took over the sea and dried up the seeds of seafood.

“…… There’s nothing to worry about. I have no intention of releasing him into the sea. “What I asked was to bring in the ‘dragon’ who was probably upset because he was attacked by Julius.”

“… Dragon?”

“I meant Tanahil. Didn’t you see it too? “That big western evil dragon.”

“Ugh. I saw it. Also, I got my head cut off like a fly at Julius’s strange event. Well, it doesn’t matter as long as you don’t let that big octopus out into the sea. “Or not.”

“… ….”

…… You’re a bit cocky. Should I throw it into a volcano and melt it right now?

Rather than that, your taste in food is towards seafood.

Cecil, that b*tch liked meat, so even if she beats me, she probably won’t be able to eat fish anymore.

Pity me.

“… “What, why are you looking at me with those eyes?”

“…… I just thought it was cute so I took a look. “No matter what, you are as good as my younger sister.”

Arn Hill glanced at the somber-faced cow angel, who probably would never have a chance to eat fish in the future, and smiled as she shook her head.

“…… With this aside, I’d like to talk about it now. “My shameful feelings that I have kept hidden.”

Then she sat down on the wide open window frame and opened her mouth in a low voice.

Hwiik──

Her silver hair gently fluttered in the wind carrying the cold winter air that blew from somewhere.

“…… However. “Is it okay to just say something like this?”

Somehow he looks detached and detached at the same time.

Nerondir tilted his head once and said.

“…… Flaw.”

She thought it was so funny that she was worried even though she told him to speak up.

Arnhill lifted her head with a small smile.

The sight that appears in the princess’s large eyes.

The sky at dawn with neither the moon nor the sun.

A dark world where even the eyes of God cannot reach.

“What kind of villain is this? “Even without being asked, I always reveal my plans at the very end.”

“… “Why are you doing that?”

“…… “I want you to know that even bad things require some effort.”

Enjoying a moment of silence for her daughter, who was twisted from the moment she was born.

Arnhil said.

“Every being wants to be understood by someone only at the very end.”

She said something that she herself knew was strange.

I said something that a woman with brown hair and a flower garden in her head, whom I hate more than anyone else in the world, would say.

“What do you say? If you’re going to put in effort anyway, why spend it on a good thing rather than a bad thing? That’s why you get criticized all the time.”

Of course, Nerondir was disgusted by the ridiculous answer he received.

“…… There are some beings that cannot help but be like that. “You little angel.”

But Arnhill.

Despite Nerondir’s reaction, he simply opened his mouth in a low voice.

I quietly close my eyes and feel the end of autumn blowing outside the window.

“…… “There are people in this world who are destined to be villains from the moment they are born.”

The power of God. 「Planned harmony」.

Her power to control her destiny, which Arnhill has had since she was born, has made her a mortal being.

“I was like that too.”

But unfortunately.

Is it God’s mistake? Or is this also the fate of the existence of Arnhill?

The power of her god, which made her an invincible being, ironically even twisted her fate.

She gave her a destiny that started with her evil and ended with her evil.

“I accepted my fate indifferently. Because I was born an evil b*tch. “I had no qualms about living forever as an evil being.”

Love or happiness. Because I didn’t feel any value in accomplishments or anything like that.

She submitted to her own fate.

“Looking at the countless heroes who died at the mere word of my words, I became even more confident in my choice. “A life that conforms to fate is the right thing to do.”

That her destiny, created by her own power, is absolute.

Because she saw it clearly with her own eyes.

She lived even more in compliance with fate.

Beyond compliance.

I reached blind faith.

“Kill the saint. Kill the saint. It is said that he lived by killing even the greatest scholar and the most compassionate person who cared for the weak. I lived my life giving in to my impulses and murderous intentions…. “She was wandering around aimlessly, living faithfully to her own destiny.”

I met a child.

The child’s name is…… Cecil.

Cecil Lionelta.

Born with the destiny of causing the downfall of a giant star.

A child born with the same evil as me.

A child with the same essence as me.

“I was curious. “What will a child like me, who has been defined as evil since birth, grow up to be?”

It has the best white color in the world.

She thought that perhaps she would become a seductress and disrupt the world.

Like herself, she was swayed by fate, conforming to fate.

She thought that it would become a poison that would leave a scar on history.

“Even Lionel Tha’s prophecy said that the child’s fate was evil. “Because of that, I was confident that I could slightly twist that child’s fate.”

Originally, we will never be connected.

My relationship with a man named Julius.

It was forced.

“Driveway murder…… I didn’t even ask for that much. “I didn’t think that Julius, who had the talent and status to be called the son of God, could be killed by just a girl born with the same fate as me.”

Still, I thought it would be possible to inflict at least one scar.

I thought it would be enough to make a slight dent in the flawless man.

That alone is an incredible feat.

That alone is enough for Arnhill to defeat him.

“But…… “It turned out a little differently than I thought.”

A man named Julius.

He has the sun in his essence.

He fell in love with poison that would harm himself.

It was okay up to that point. That was the plan up to that point.

“It shouldn’t have gone any differently. “Fate is absolute.”

But… ….

─Julius! Love you! Marry me!

“Cecil. “That b*tch got weird.”

That b*tch would naturally be suited for a gutter like me.

Everything you do will be harmful to the world. It must be that kind of ‘fate’.

“That b*tch was hoping for happiness.”

Why are you so happy, with such a bright smile?

“I wished for something that could never come true.”

Are you moving your delicate legs hard and running towards love?

It can never be achieved.

It’s a vain hope.

“And she finally got what she wanted.”

However, Cecil Lionelta became the wife of Inquisitor Julius Tapnel.

A fate that will never come true.

The miracle of Arnhill ‘overcoming’ a fate that was thought to be absolutely impossible.

“…… Carrying her child in that small belly, locking eyes with the man she loved. “She smiled like she was going crazy with happiness.”

It was done so easily.

It was as if she was certain that she would escape her fate.

He slipped away from the heavenly net that imprisons the wicked.

“…… I had a hunch at that time. That she overcame her fate. “If I leave it like this, I will spend the rest of my life happily with Julius.”

…… Still, whatever.

It was okay up to that point.

Absolute is actually just something infinitely close to 100. There may be one or two exceptions over the course of eons.

After Cecil lived the rest of her happy life.

If I die next to Julius.

Because that too is a blemish on the ‘perfection’ that is Julius.

Even though it may be unclear, the purpose has been achieved.

“…… And.”

However, fate was cruel.

No, it would be more correct to say it was playful rather than cruel.

“…… Another one.”

Just like Arnhill’s own mischievous personality.

“Looking at that b*tch, one thing. “She ended up thinking about things she shouldn’t have thought about.”

The fate that bound her.

The most perfect moment.

At the most appropriate time.

He shook the spirit of the demon named Arnhill and made her aware of her thoughts.

“Ah…. I’m jealous… all.”

I thought so.

She denied her very existence and felt that the path she had walked was all meaningless.

Smiling can be said to be Arnhill’s specialty.

I hinted.