My Wife Is the Devil

134 – At dawn (2)

#At dawn (2)

1. Advisory answer.

───Rustling.

With the sound of rustling leaves, a woman’s head suddenly popped out from between the grass.

A fair-skinned woman with green leaves stuck to her brown, silk-like hair.

Sniff. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the tip of her nose.

Ttogak─

Following the scent of a man that seemed to fade away.

Her feet, which were wearing worn-out shoes that were painted over with traces of time, moved forward without any effort.

Ttogak─

It is not a walkway made of pure white marble. Not a place where human steps reach.

Can only be reached with [Demonic sense]. Step into the world outside the world.

─It’s nearby. My husband’s scent becomes stronger. …… Maybe it’s not my husband, though.

Like a masterpiece, like a flower.

As I was sensuously moving through the “Maze painting,” Which was intricately woven but seemed to scatter like flower petals the moment I opened my eyes, I heard an unpleasant woman’s voice coming from inside my head.

─It’s unpleasant. How could her own voice be unpleasant?

The voice in her head responded as if she was dumbfounded.

Just like her words, her voice echoing in her head was exactly like her own voice.

The high and low of the sound, and the color of the sound that is refreshing yet somehow sticks to your ears.

But there is just one thing.

If there is anything different…….

─The time has come. The moment when I, no, we, will win everything.

Or… The moment when I lose everything.

The tone of the voice in her head was clearly different from the tone of the woman herself.

While she spoke in an immature tone like that of a young girl, the voice in her head spoke in an old-fashioned noble lady’s tone that made me feel like I was dusty.

Somehow… I feel like I won.

As the woman ascends to her temple, the leaves on her shoulders slide down.

The leaves that fell through the gaps in space, which can only be reached with the devil’s senses, crumble in an instant.

“…… ♪♬.”

Walk in places where no one can reach and enjoy small victories.

─Win? Who on earth?

Meanwhile, a voice spoke to her again in her head.

This time it was a pure question, different from before.

───.

If you lose your concentration, you will get caught up in ■■■’s “Maze” And get lost. I only gave the bare minimum answer.

─… ….

Was the answer a little difficult?

The voice that had been babbling, not caring whether my concentration was broken or not, suddenly stopped.

The time is now.

Taking advantage of the long-awaited silence from the disruptor, he moves on briskly.

Like that for several minutes. I walked on a path that only devils can walk.

It is only one step forward to the [Right place] Where you want to go.

Percussion──

I took the final step towards the stage.

And then, the voice that was echoing in my head also said its last verse.

─The enemy you must defeat is Arnhill. But why…….

Are you saying your own name?

“It’s a rumor.”

Looking at the fountain unfolding before my eyes, with water droplets pouring down like jewels.

Answering the questions overflowing from my head.

The woman.

No, Cecile.

“From beginning to end. “My goal remains the same.”

He answered his own voice.

“Better than I was 5 years ago. “To make Julius love me more now.”

Everything else. It’s just a small thing to me.

Even if it is… Even if it’s the devil who killed me.

Also, his own madness……

Got it.

***

2.Stage

Caw──! Caw──!

In Lyriam, the crow is said to be a bad omen that brings bad luck.

Like the saying, ‘A crow will inevitably appear in front of a person who is close to death.’

The crow was an animal that symbolized the bad omen of death, among many other bad omens.

“…… “Wherever there is a corpse, there are always crows.”

Cecil was also well aware of the bad omens associated with crows.

After all, most of her familiars were also ‘crows’.

This is because she herself experienced the ‘bad omen’ of a crow that foretells death.

“It’s been so long. Has it been 5 years? No… ….”

More gorgeous than the fountain located at the intersection of Darkana.

The backyard of the Spiral Palace with an impressive large fountain.

Cesil, who had escaped Arnhill’s “Maze” Using only the devil’s sixth sense, narrowed her eyes.

The sight reflected in her eyes, where deep magical energy flows.

Foreshadowings of death embroidered all over the pure white square.

Cecil She is not a crow familiar made up of demonic energy and shadows that she always manipulates.

It was a real group of ‘crows’ created by God Rom.

“Has it been such a long time?”

Where on earth did he appear from hiding?

No, before that.

How did you come to know about this place?

Cecil tilted her head, looking into several pairs of black eyes flashing with greedy brilliance.

“You came to eat the corpse. Hmm…… Someone’s?”

Have you been starving for a very long time?

A flock of crows that dare not fearfully look at the high-ranking devil and lick their lips.

Cecil waved those foolish beasts around and tried to gauge their meaning.

“…… Ah.”

It’s me.

Perhaps because it was full of bad-headed bird heads, it was surprisingly easy to figure out the crows’ intentions.

Cecil, who immediately figured out what they wanted, which was a bad omen of death, nodded as if she understood.

In short, the crows flew here looking for corpses.

Named Cecil Lionelta.

To prey on living corpses.

They seem to have developed a taste for human meat.

“I’m not eating.”

Be quiet. I approached the fountain where droplets of clear water fell and squatted down.

Greed. Among them, I make eye contact with a crow that is glowing with the worst kind of cannibalistic desire.

“…… Well, actually, right? “Strictly speaking, eating is correct.”

I stick out my thin, white finger and tap the crow’s beak.

The crow was so eager to bite into Cecil’s body, which was full of musk, that it opened its beak wide.

But I couldn’t bear to bite Cecil’s finger.

No matter how small a bird it may be, the crow was a smart creature.

I was fully aware of the fact that if I bit the demon in front of me right now, I would not be able to avoid death.

“But there are only a limited number of people who can taste it.”

hehehehe. Cecil said with a slightly sinister smile.

“My husband. “Julius.”

…… Wow!

Are you embarrassed to say it yourself? Cecil covered his mouth and shook his head.

My earlobes, which were clearly exposed as I covered my mouth with both hands, were stained as red as blush, unlike their usual pure white.

Caw──!

Death of the body.

Furthermore, the bad omen that came to predict the devil’s defeat cried.

I guess I couldn’t listen to the devil’s ugly words anymore.

“Hmm, you don’t like this? Then…… How about a story like this? You guys appeared before me 5 years ago too. “I remember.”

I guess I came to my senses from the cries of crows.

Or is it just a reminder of an old memory?

Cecil, who had been acting like a girl in love, opened her mouth again with a listless expression.

“When I last went on a date at a restaurant with Julius. “He stole my precious necklace.”

From the hands of Julius to Cecil.

From Krail’s hands to Julius.

And yet, her precious treasure was returned to Cecil from Julius’ hands.

Cecile smiled as she held up a silver locket with a small portrait of herself drawn on it.

“Just a moment. Wee.”

─… ….

She left it on her table to give him as a keepsake. “You took it away.”

5 Years ago.

A crow appeared in front of his weakened self, stole the only portrait he wanted to leave behind, and ran away.

Although the crow in front of me was not the bird at that time.

Cecil continued her speech without heeding anything. In any case, whether it was that bird or that bird, the purpose that appeared before her eyes was the same.

“You mean me? Actually, I cried a lot that day. “I’m not crying because I lost her necklace.”

I think back to the day when Julius, who had offered to buy back as much as her necklace, spurned her, and locked herself in her room and cried endlessly.

“Portrait. If you don’t give my portrait to Julius…….”

Unlike the devil, humans are lives blessed with oblivion.

However, for Cecil, oblivion was just a curse.

“I’m afraid Julius will forget my face. How I laughed. How I cried. How did I fall asleep……. “I’m afraid I’ll forget everything.”

For a woman named Cecil, the thing she feared more than death was oblivion.

She simply could not accept the fact that she was forgotten by her lover, by her beloved other half.

“That’s why I came back. “More than five years.”

Also, beyond time that seems like eternity.

“Heresy Inquisitor Julius Tapnel. I love you, and I adore you again. “I respect and worship you again.”

Quick! With that said. Cecil’s slender hand grabbed the crow’s head by its beak.

The crow that came to announce the death of the body and the defeat of fate cawed.

I felt like I was out of breath.

“You appeared in front of him again. “Five years ago, when you appeared in front of me, you never dreamed that a day like this would come.”

…… Then you should rest in peace, right?

──Quad Deuk.

With an eerie sound, the crow’s head was literally crushed.

Quad du duk──!

Soon. As if there were echoes, eerie sounds rang out one after another from all over the square.

“… ….”

I looked at the fountain while catching my breath, which had become a little rough.

A little while ago, a small shadow appeared where the crow was standing.

A bad omen of death that struggles to escape from death.

However, it seems that the only thing that could escape death was a shadow.

“Why am I calling the crow…?” … Know?”

Creates a flame drawn from the heart of Julius and burns the body of the dead crow.

I got up from my seat and straightened up my disheveled blouse and skirt. Remove any leaves that are stuck here and there on your hair.

“I overcame the fate given to me. Death brought to you by a crow. I eventually got over it. That’s why I made the crow that delivered death to me my familiar.”

No matter how much I bathe.

No matter how much perfume is poured on it.

The scent of death that can never be hidden passes by the tip of my nose.

Reflecting on the fact that I am already a dead person.

Cecil traced her lips once with her thumb.

Unlike the usual light pink color, her lips were red.

Spicy and slimy.

It was the color of fresh blood.

“I am a greedy person. “I’m not satisfied with just getting back what I lost.”

Back of the back. I felt someone’s presence.

It was the presence of a man who was so familiar that it was imprinted on his body.

“Just holding hands again. I ended up sitting at her table again and facing her. “We ended up sharing the same bed again and mixing bodies again.”

Take a deep breath.

There is a man’s body odor that seems to float in my head.

“I can’t be satisfied with just that.”

Lightly turns her body while gently placing her left foot.

Under the dawn sky. A man with blond hair, still brilliant even in the twilight, catches her eye.

“I haven’t even been on a honeymoon yet. I didn’t even get a ring. “I haven’t even tried on a wedding dress.”

Her five senses whisper to her. The man in front of her was Julius Tapnell.

Her sixth sense whispers to her. That’s the truth.

“I haven’t even been able to call Layla mom yet. Julius and Leila. “She couldn’t even walk down the street holding hands.”

But… ….

All her senses convinced her that the man in front of her was Julius Tapnell.

Just one.

As much as the heart I gave to him.

10 Years ago that day.

As much as her heart was taken away the day she held his hand under the warm sunlight.

…… She didn’t even move.

“So…. As always, this time I will do it my way.”

Before she knew it, she was fiddling with the sword in her hand, the blade of which was dyed dark red.

“The lover who interferes with my love. “What’s in the way?”

───Get rid of everything.

Cecil whispered softly.

“This is my way. This is what I do…… “It’s a form of love.”

She lifted her long sword back and plunged it into her stomach without hesitation.

At the same time the sword forged with demonic energy pierced Cecil’s own back.

─Wow!

Julis ■s.

No, from inside Arnhill’s body, countless blades began to protrude through the skin, like flowers blooming.

“No matter what… ….”

I wipe the blood flowing from between my lips with my sleeve.

Cecil heads towards Arnhill──

“I think it would be better to have Julius than to lose him. “Rather than handing it over to someone else, I would rather hold it with my own hands.”

Even if…… Even if he breaks down.

──He declared war.