My Wife Is the Devil

124 – The Story of a Winter Day (1)

#The Story of a Winter Day (1)

“Do you remember when the devil first came to you?”

Trees soaked in light scarlet color create an idyllic atmosphere.

In the air that passed by the tip of my nose, I could feel the scent of old times falling throughout the nest.

“…… Yes. “I remember it well.”

The inside of the teacup has already cooled down.

Looking at his own hazy face, Julius nodded calmly at Erman’s words.

When Cecil first came to him.

Ermann did not mention the specific name of the devil, but Julius was able to immediately recall what he said, ‘When the devil came.’

A man with a name that makes even powerful devils with noble pride run away.

There are only a handful of demons that can boldly appear in front of Inquisitor Julius Tapnel, even under the vast sky of Lyriam.

…… No, because there is only one.

“How could I forget? “The day the other half of me, whom I thought I would never see, came back to me.”

What remained inside a small necklace.

One day, a woman with a beautiful bright smile was struggling in her sadness, drawing thread-like traces.

The devil calmly greeted me under the strangely bright moonlight that day.

How could he forget?

The sight of that day when the miracle occurred would remain deeply engraved in his mind and last forever, even if a thousand or ten thousand years passed.

“At first, I resented you and Crayle. They say they are trying to defile Cecil by awakening her from a deep sleep in a cold coffin. “I thought so too.”

But it wasn’t.

The choice of the saint who broke the seal of the high-ranking demons. Cryil Raynell’s choice to revive Cecil, who was sleeping in the coffin of the dead, a sacred place.

It was an extremely correct choice.

Unlike them, Julius was a very weak man.

I couldn’t overcome my lost love, but I didn’t have the courage to break the taboo of desecrating my loved one.

He just chose to slowly sink into his sadness.

─Nirhil.

─Nirhil.

…… Make a contract with me.

On behalf of Julius.

They committed a taboo. The taboo of the resurrection of the dead.

Over and over again.

Until it becomes absolute ‘destiny’ in the flow of countless times.

“But it’s different now.”

I straightened my disheveled clothes and calmed the ‘turmoil’ that shook my heart and mind.

Julius’s eyes, having finally thrown off his indecent appearance, slowly closed.

Myself. What a man named Julius Tapnel truly wants.

There is only one devil named Cecil.

And what is needed to obtain it is not a noble death but a dirty and ugly struggle.

Dark soot staining the pure white wings.

“… ….”

After I was willing to roll around in the mud for Cecil.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the saint’s face looking at me with a sullen, disapproving look on his face.

Even though we are not related by blood. After all, family is family.

The appearance, reminiscent of Cecil at first glance, softened the stiff corners of Julius’s mouth.

His lips slowly draw an arc.

“I know that sometimes you have to be prepared to get dirty. “Because now I know that the ugliness of rolling around in the mud is more beautiful than the useless nobility.”

With a smile on his face that seems to warm the hearts of even those who see him.

Julius quietly expressed his unwavering resolve.

“…… “How many words are you answering when asked if you remember when the devil came to visit you?”

For some reason, whenever Cecil is involved, he seems to be as talkative as before, like a ghost.

Although Erman had seen Julius many times in the process of countless regressions, she was truly speechless at the ‘love’ of that incredibly handsome man.

Erman, who was staring at the interrogator who had regained his composure just by recalling the day when Cecil returned, shook his head as if he was fed up and opened his mouth.

“… It is good to be determined. However, if there is no way to carry out the resolution you said. “That’s just lip service.”

“Then let me know. That is the method. “Didn’t you save me like this to let me know that?”

He regained his composure and composure, and I guess he also regained his characteristic cockiness.

After I rescued him from the water, Julius calmly asked me to tell him how to deal with Arnhill, as if asking me to hand over the bundle.

“…… Under.”

However, the arrogance of a special heresy interrogator towards a saint.

Boldness.

Boldness.

I really liked Erman.

Why not show such a servile attitude that you risk your life just to catch someone like Arnhil? Because it would be better to grab my father-in-law by the collar and shake him.

A precious daughter who even the act of tearing out her heart alive just looks cute. If she has defiled Iidaji, shouldn’t she at least show an appearance worthy of it?

“I didn’t save you because I wanted to save you. “I still see you as a pest that defiles my daughter.”

Of course, I had no intention of saying yes or no.

Even to this moment, to save Julius and teach him how to eradicate Arnhil, the source of all evil.

Erman believes that eliminating Julius is the best option.

“…… “Then why did you save me?”

Julius asked, laughing at the saint’s remark that he still considered himself a vermin.

Julius was also familiar with the story about worlds that disappeared as time went back, having heard it several times from Cecil in his Nirhil state.

The saint in front of you is a great being who can kill you with just a few seemingly insignificant tricks.

Didn’t Arnhil choose Cecil and Erman as the horses that would kill Julius right now?

I don’t know the details, but Ehrman probably prepared in case ‘Julius Tapnel’ was unable to recover.

“You definitely had the choice not to save me.”

Saving Julius Tapnel is not an option that Ehrmann absolutely has to choose.

There may also have been ways to save Cecil, such as using the relics left behind by the Angel of Love or using the friendly relationship with Arnhill.

Then why on earth?

Did the saint help himself by destroying the trust he had built with Arnhill?

Julius was curious about that.

“No, I had no choice.”

I remember originally not smoking. As if his inclinations had changed over the years, the saint took him out of his arms one day at the beginning of the year and asked.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, he lit the end of the candle and took a deep breath.

“Whoa. For a very long time. “I tried to kill you and save Cecil.”

White smoke slowly spreads from the center of the living room.

Erman, who was looking at Chae Yi with mixed emotions for a moment, lightly waved his hand once.

Tadak-

The flame, a mixture of black and red, instantly burns the strong smoke of high-quality tobacco.

At the end of the spot where the smoke was heading, there was Cecil’s handmade doll with a head the size of a bun.

“I’ve had success a few times. Although he failed to punish his unforgiving enemy, Arnhil. He managed to reach a world that could be called success.”

“But why didn’t you do it this time?”

If it had been successful. This time too, the ‘successful method’ could have been followed.

Erman shrugged his shoulders while looking at Julius, who was still persistently asking why he saved his life, as if he was interrogating him.

In order to get to the point, I guess I have to give the reason to this arrogant interrogator.

“…… It was so sad that he cried. “Holding your dead body.”

Even now, if I close my eyes. If you listen.

The memories of that day are vivid.

I can’t even remember when it happened.

One of the scenes that occurred in a world worse than countless dust.

Dad……

…… I really hate you.

A word from a small child who shed tears and snot and was sobbing like a child.

The ‘mortal death’ of the saint, which seemed like it would never change. With just that one word, I collapsed.

“You will find out someday, Julius.”

“… ….”

“I can’t move at all just by saying that I really hate something. “The tribe of fathers who have daughters.”

In contrast to Julius, who adjusted his loose collar and dressed himself neatly.

Erman calmly and neatly loosened the sleeves of his suit and took another deep breath of tobacco.

─Pears are good for your health! Don’t do it!

“…… I heard it smells good. “That’s not good.”

Maybe it was because I had been off it for too long, but it wasn’t as pleasant to my mouth as I thought it would be.

I guess I was scammed by the cigarette shop owner.