My Wife Is the Devil

126 – The Story of a Winter Day (3)

#The Story of a Winter Day (3)

People too. Even animals. Even the devil.

Even more so, believers who are said to be omnipotent and omnipotent.

A corner of the Spiral Palace that creates the illusion that no being exists here.

Trump─ Tudge─

Arnhill, who perfectly imitates Heretic Questioner Julius Tapnel, walks slowly.

I tried to turn my eyes away from the pure white marble without even the slightest speck of dust.

I wrapped myself in meaningless deception.

I just want to catch the little bird that is trying to escape from its fate…

… Hold your breath.

***

For some reason, today my fingers feel empty without anything in them.

When I lifted up his left hand, which was so white that it almost seemed transparent, the empty ring finger looked very pathetic.

I don’t have the slightest desire to covet the things that women often covet, but I’ve already received so many gifts from him that I’m overflowing with them.

Every now and then, the desire to have a wedding ring boils over like a small fire, piercing my heart.

“I am such a bad woman. All I give him is hurt. “There’s a mountain of things I want to receive.”

Should I call this shameless or senseless…….

Maybe it’s both?

The flower garden of Rason Palace, where the bitter winter wind blows from somewhere.

In the middle of a garden filled with colorful flower petals.

While gently wiping away the frost that had settled on an unknown flower with her hand, Cecil quietly muttered something to herself that was laced with self-deprecation.

“…… Still, I want to get a wedding ring. “Even if everyone throws stones and points at me because I don’t know the subject, I can’t give up.”

I count each flower that reminds me of the garden for Julius that I once created with magic.

Red, yellow, scarlet, pink.

…… And black.

While I was scanning the brightly colored flowers that would immediately catch everyone’s attention, a black rose in a corner caught my eye.

There were sharp, pointy thorns sticking out here and there, but I just snapped them off without paying any attention.

The air in the flower garden filled with the energy of God shook violently, as if uncomfortable with the devil’s misconduct, but soon became quiet after feeling the noble man’s energy residing in the devil’s heart.

“…… Do you know the language of roses with black leaves?”

Cecile, who was plucking the black rose in her hand and savoring the faint scent of the flower, turned her head and spoke to someone.

“Death, separation, and something else.”

Unlike Cecil, an angel with slightly dull brown hair scratched her head and opened her mouth.

“You are mine forever.”

The sight of the angel narrowing his eyes and searching through the ocean-like sea of memories was extremely pleasant.

Cecil, who was in a good mood because she felt like she had won, continued speaking with a slight smile on her face.

“It’s a promise that I will never let you go.”

The flower language of black roses.

[You are mine forever.]

Even if we die or break up, we will never let go of the other person.

A sentence was put into her mouth that seemed to literally express the woman named Cecile herself.

“If he is dead, please let him go. Aren’t things getting complicated because you keep holding on to the leg of Julius’ pants in a disgusting way?”

With a black rose wrapped around my hand.

A devil who sheds blood and smiles meaningfully.

Oh my gosh, I’m so devastated!

In a corner of a flower garden filled with colorful flowers. Lionel Tha, who was glaring at Cecil with her arms crossed, let out a deep sigh.

“I didn’t hold on to the leg of my pants or anything. “She did take off her pants.”

“…… “What?”

“Why do you want to hear what happened after that?”

“Hey! “This is really crazy-“

“I’m kidding. There is no way she would tell anyone about her affair with that person. “I can’t even stand the thought of another woman imagining Julius.”

…… No, your imagination is free.

No matter how high-ranking a devil he is, how on earth can he stop people from thinking in their heads?

She sent a familiar that looked like a walking corpse to call her, and as I watched in silence to see if she was going to say anything, the same ridiculous anomaly as usual came back.

Lionel Tar, who had now managed to get used to Cecil’s eccentric words and actions, shook her head and opened her mouth.

“…… How is it that your condition gets worse every time you look at it? “I think I was in the best condition during the time of Nirhil when my memory deteriorated.”

“Don’t even mention that b*tch in front of me. “Because it’s unpleasant.”

“Nirhil is you. What is he saying now.”

No, it seems that her adaptation to Cecil’s eccentric words and actions was just a misunderstanding of her own.

While Cecile was talking nonsense, she made a large bouquet of black roses.

Lionel Ta continued her words as she slowly walked towards the arrogant devil who dared to destroy the earthly flower garden cherished by God without permission.

“Please tell your husband about such trivial self-deprecation. “Julius, if it were you, that guy would die in a hurry.”

“You can’t do this in front of Julius.”

Cecile, who held her bouquet neatly like a bride in her hands, shook her head at Lionel Ta’s words.

“Why can’t I do it?”

“That’s right, when I stand in front of Julius, my head becomes soft.”

“Fluffy?”

“Maak- Everything in my head melts away like cotton candy, and I become a fool. …… Oh sorry. Lionel Ta Her grandmother doesn’t know about this. “I said something pointless.”

“… ….”

At this point, she seems to understand why she bothered to use her familiar to summon herself after being shot down by a bomb – Mini Cecil.

This damned high-ranking devil wants to brag about her husband even at this moment when the world is at stake.

If she fought only with her mouth, perhaps not even Arnhil could defeat this crazy demon.

It is an immortal being, and it is certain that it will die from fire.

“If you’re going to keep making jokes like this, I’m really going to just leave. “If she wasn’t Erman’s daughter, she would just hit her on the head.”

Lionel Ta growled as he heard Cecil call him ‘her grandmother’ just like when she was a human.

“It wasn’t a joke I just said.”

“This is real!”

“So, Lionelta, the reason I called you was none other than that. “I just wanted to grant her a few favors.”

Jjongal jjongal.

Kanjokkan people.

Without even changing the color of her face, Cecile, who succeeded in breaking the composure of Lionel Tar, the Angel of Death, with just her tongue, spoke to the main point.

Licking my hands covered in blood from making a bouquet of black roses.

For someone with a face as gentle as a puppy, Lionelta was disgusted and took a step back because it was like behaving like a glamorous enchantress.

The flower petals scattered here and there in the dirt-covered flower garden briefly fluttered in the air due to the angel’s footsteps.

“Please don’t do something like that in front of me! “Why on earth are you showing me that?!”

I felt like I knew about Cecil and Julius’ night, whether I knew it or not.

…… I didn’t want to know, though.

“Tanahil is coming. Perhaps Arnhill is trying to drain my power.”

This is the face of an archangel that I truly hate, so I want to leave a picture of it as a souvenir.

Cecil continued speaking, leisurely savoring the fishy taste of blood that filled her mouth.

“Tanahil? Of course, it’s true that you are a half-pun, but is it to the point where you lose your strength to someone like Tanahil who is even less developed than you?”

The reversal power that reverses magical energy and divine power was not a power that only Lionelta could use.

Isn’t Cecil, who has copies of all high-ranking demons, a power that can be easily used?

Lionel tilted his head as he remembered the demon dragon in the sky above Darkana who could not even protect his heart with a single wave of his hand.

“I guess they’re planning to lose some strength because it’s a little good. And Tanahil can no longer be looked upon so lightly.”

“I guess it’s because you’re such an idiot that whenever you see Julius, you get upset and turn your stomach upside down. “You can’t look at something funny, you can’t look at something funny-“

“The dragon ate the Kraken. “It’s hard to think about the dragon that used to hit me this way and that way.”

[The dragon ate the Kraken.]

A long time ago.

The dragon race that was exterminated by the high-ranking demon Arnhil and the high-ranking demon Tanahil possessed one interesting power.

That power is the power to acquire the unique ‘constitution’ of the species it preys on.

So, in the past, when the dragon race had not yet become extinct, the dragon that ate the Kraken became an object of fear and worship.

A dragon with the Kraken’s enormous regenerative ability. How can humans deal with an enemy that would annoy even angels?

It was not for nothing that it was said that the day the dragon that ate the Kraken appeared was the day the world ended.

“Tsk tsk. “I heard that the palace suddenly became cleaner, but it turns out that Arnhill was carrying out such tricks behind the scenes.”

And this was a power that also applied to demons that inhabited the corpse of the target and perfectly mimicked it.

In short, Arnhill put the kraken demon Ketyalhill that was covering the palace into the devil dragon’s maw, creating a monster that constantly regenerates.

“…… Then, things just keep getting more and more annoying.”

Whether it is Lionelta or Julius.

The reason I was able to defeat that large demon dragon as easily as if it were a local drum was because the demon dragon called Tanahil had a weak point in regeneration.

Tanahil has no longer had the weak regenerative ability.

It was not impossible to defeat it, but it was a self-evident fact that it would waste a lot of time, magic power, and stamina.

“Then what is your request?”

“Okay, while I take care of Arnhill. “I want you and Enin to take charge of Tanahill.”

In no time, the title changed from grandmother to sister.

Cecil nodded lazily, wrapping the bunch of black roses soaked in her own blood with a pure white cloth.

‘…… ‘Who on earth would you gift such an unpleasant thing to?’

Who is it? Julius It must be that guy.

That guy is having a hard time too.

Well… Being so uncomfortable with each action is a talent.

Lionel Tar, who now just wanted to get away from Cecil as quickly as possible, asked while adjusting her collar.

“Ennin? You mean your friend Enin? “Where is that idiot now?”

“It’s here.”

What are you talking about? Wasn’t it just me and that crazy b*tch here earlier?

Lionel Ta shook her head back and forth as she heard Cecile’s words, holding a bouquet that was covered in blood here and there and looked like it would be cursed to even look at it.

“There is no one. “Where on earth are you?”

All I could see was a flower garden engulfed in a unique, dark atmosphere at dawn.

The sight of flowers created by the skillful hands of a horticulturist was truly admirable.

But the human shape was not visible.

If you exclude the personification of reluctance standing before your eyes.

“Here, it’s here.”

Cecil narrowed her eyebrows, perhaps feeling frustrated at the sight of Lionelta not being able to find Enine, and pointed to a certain place in the garden.

She turned her gaze to follow the long, thin, pretty fingers, and only then was she able to spot the Inquisitor buried in the flower field, with only his feet sticking out.

Why did you bury someone like that?

…… No, let’s not think too much about it. The more you think deeply, the more tired you become.

Lionel Ta, who was no longer bothered to open her mouth one by one and vent her anger, nodded his head roughly.

In short, her request from Cecil was this.

1. Until she finds Arnhil, she has to stop the crazy monsters from coming towards the palace.

2. While stopping the monster, please get rid of the former fire fox from before his eyes.

If it were like before, I would have thought, ‘How dare such a dirty being ask me this favor! ‘Do you want to die?’ I would have shouted loudly, but for now, all I could do was nod her head obediently.

Anyway, if Lionel Ta and Cecile face off now, it’s obvious that she won’t be able to hold out even for a second, let alone win the battle, and will collapse.

I don’t know what kind of tricks Erman pulled to achieve this result, but in any case, the current Cecil was that strong.

Enough to break even the pride of a noble angel.

“Is that all you ask for? Then I’ll take that piece of luggage with me right now. “Now I’m starting to feel that pesky dragon’s energy here too.”

“…… “Actually, I have one more favor to ask.”

As I was picking up the Heretic Questioner who was buried in a field of bright red zinnia flowers and holding him to my side, Cecil spoke to me again from behind.

“I have something to ask you.”

If you’re going to ask for a favor, do it all at once.

What is the point of doing it sporadically?

Lionel Tar, who just wanted to get away from Cecile, who had turned away as soon as possible, halfheartedly nodded her head and answered Cecile’s words.

“Okay, go ahead and ask. “I will tell you everything except what I don’t know, so please release me quickly.”

“…… “You didn’t tie it up or bury it in particular this time.”

“Whenever you see something, you bury it on the ground, tie it tightly with a rope, and throw it into a warehouse, it’s hard to say nice things about it. So? “I’m curious, why are you going around talking so much?”

The sight of a child twisting his or her lovely hair with a meaningful expression is very similar to that of a child who has just had a serious accident.

Lionel Tar narrowed her eyes as she looked at the high-ranking demon who was large in body but still a child on the inside.

“I’m sure it won’t be such a trivial thing to say. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know where to get a wedding ring or something like that.”

“My magic. The colors have become strange. Do you know why?”

Lionel Ta, who was spitting out words mixed with her concerns, wondering if she would make fun of him again with trivial words, was completely speechless.

Even though only a little bit of magic is used, golden magic burns so beautifully that it brightens up the entire flower garden.

Black, red, or dark green.

It is far from the devil’s magic, which tends to have a dull and dark glow.

Golden magic fills Lionelta’s vision.

“Ever since the color of magic changed to gold, it has become more difficult to control magic. “The power has also become stronger.”

“… ….”

“The majesty of God. I feel like I’ve barely reached the end. But I’m not sure how I got there. I think it’s because of my father’s power in my heart. “It’s so confusing.”

“…… Do you honestly not know? “The reason the color of your magic changed.”

“I don’t know. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have said this to my sister.”

Cecil narrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head as if she truly didn’t know.

How could you not notice this?

The devil called Julius’ wife.

Pulsating from Cecil’s heart.

Feeling the powerful and brilliant “Golden” Energy, Lionelta stroked her lips once.

“The reason the color of your magic changed.”

“… ….”

“Huh, I mean.”

“Speak quickly, I’m busy. “I’ll have to cut off that Arnhill b*tch’s hair in a little while.”

“…… Because you are drawing on Julius’ power. To be precise, the power in your heart is stealing Julius’ power.”

What?