My Wife Is the Devil

143 – Epilogue (3)

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Ttogak.

Ttogak.

The sound of someone’s footsteps suddenly landed in my ear.

Arnhill’s lips slowly moved at the small noise that broke the silence.

“… ….”

My blurred vision returned and my mind, which had been drifting away, became clearer.

Time, which had been stopped by Raynell’s flame, began to flow again.

“… Re… “Inel.”

Blue flames reminiscent of the ocean that fills everything around them.

Arnhill, who suddenly realized that the reason for the brief interruption in the train of thought was Raynel’s power, “Guillotine,” Spit out the Archangel’s name.

“… That damn b*tch is here…… “No.”

He bit his lip tightly and tried to curse the angel, but soon shook his head and composed himself.

As the flow of time returned, Julius’ “Gold” Also began to attach itself to Arnhill’s arms and legs again, as if it had been waiting.

Anxiety overtook Arnhill.

Now was the time to somehow escape and plan for her future.

Struggling to shake off the annoying flame of the Inquisitor, Arnhil hurriedly continued her thoughts.

The extremely weak body of the princess was screaming, saying it could no longer hold on.

I had to escape from here now that I could at least think about it.

…… Even if only to fulfill Arnhill’s wish to replace ‘Cecil’.

“How…?” Anyway, once I can use my powers again.”

Leaving his body precariously on the slope that seemed as if he might fall down at any moment, Arnhil checked his physical condition.

Due to the aftermath of the Nirhils’ attack and the holy sword wielded by Julius.

Currently, Arnhill’s body was in complete disarray, both inside and outside.

“…… Yes, if only I could use my powers again.”

I will never lose.

But what? I can’t use that famous power right now?

Even the power he was proud of, the “Predestined harmony” That deals with fate, could not now be used.

This is because the sky above Arnhill was the sky of ‘Cesil’, not the sky of the main god.

“… After all, that greedy devil has even swallowed the world.”

Abominable. It’s all about pretending to be pitiful and unhappy.

It may be okay under the sky of the Lord, but the ‘power of God’ is not properly expressed under the sky created by the devil.

Strictly speaking, only powers not ‘permitted’ by ‘Cecil’ are not revealed.

Isn’t Raynell just using his powers without a care in the world?

In short, Arnhill is the only one who cannot use its powers.

It is unreasonable and absurd. It is an incredibly powerful force.

I have everything, and now I have the world in my hands.

A feeling close to ‘envy’ toward Cecil pricked Arnhil’s mind.

“…… Anyway. For now… I have to run away from here….”

I even wanted to complain out loud.

Unfortunately, there was no time now.

Ttogak.

Ttogak.

The sound of an unknown person’s shoes was steadily approaching her side even as Arnhill desperately came up with an escape plan.

Julius? Cecil? Raynell? Either that or… Erman?

It was clear that whoever it was, they would not be very friendly to Arnhill.

In the first place, it was because there was someone friendly to Arnhill.

“Ehrmann… It will come to me eventually. So until then…… ,”

Anyway, there was only one thing Arnhill could do now.

The devil’s specialty…

… ‘Whisper’.

“I have to buy time somehow.”

As long as you don’t give up this damn princess’s body, Saint Erman will definitely come to save you.

The high-ranking devil ‘Arnhill’ is the enemy of Cheoncheonji who killed his own daughter, but ‘Elania’, the owner of this body, is the woman he loves.

He will definitely come to save me.

Just like Julius did earlier.

Clearly──,

Ttogak.

Ttogak.

Again…

… Each.

As soon as I organized my complicated thoughts, the sound of my shoes quieting down, as if it were a lie.

“… ….”

It was obvious why the steps that had come so close had stopped.

You’re either surprised or laughing. Either that or be on guard.

Anyway, I stopped walking when I saw the sight of Arnhill.

Thinking that it would be better if Erman came right away without having to waste time, Arnhil held himself together with difficulty.

I raised my head and looked at the face of the person standing on the slope.

“Hello. “It’s been a while, Arnhill.”

A beautiful light red color that did not suit this place, reminiscent of the deep sea, caught my eye.

“So… “How are you feeling?”

The identity of the person who greets him in a strange manner is none other than that.

“I feel like I was dumped by a man for the first time in my life.”

Angel of love.

Jifnel, the angel of love.

Really…

… It couldn’t have been the worst.

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“… ….”

“Ha.”

Looking closely at Arnhill’s pale face with a sense of disappointment, Ziff Nel twitched the corners of her mouth slightly.

“Did you wait for a prince on a white horse? Or did you believe that a wonderful hero would come to save you?”

You honestly think you can escape even if things end up like this.

Are you not admitting defeat, or are you unable to feel defeat?

Jifnel sneered as he walked around Arnhill, whose body was so precarious that it seemed as if it would fall down a pit if touched even slightly.

“Nothing, Arnhill. No one is here. “There is no one who can save you.”

She was on a steep, uneven slope, but to her it was as flat as land.

There was even a sense of composure in her light steps.

“Julius did not choose you.”

500 Years ago, the situation was completely opposite to the day when her body was taken away by Arnhill and her beloved Jeongin was killed with her own hands.

I felt my mood getting stronger. Revenge is always sweet.

“Ermann will not save you.”

“… ….”

“You are.”

Licking his bright red lips once, Jeep Nel cleared his throat for a moment.

Some people say,

Revenge is just vain. To forgive sins and show mercy.

However, Jifnel thought that those words were the sophistry of a lover.

What if it is vain?

What if it is in vain again?

Only when you forgive your sins and live to see your enemy’s wish come true will you choose the fleeting pleasure of revenge.

“I was abandoned.”

Kukkuk.

She covered her mouth and let out a low sneer.

The term ‘charity’ only returns to those who show it.

Therefore, there is no mercy that can save Arnhill, who did not show her mercy even for a single moment during her life.

Nothing strange.

It is a natural principle.

“Ha.”

A situation that could be said to be the last moment of life. What kind of expression does evil make?

Wiping away tears, whether from laughter or sadness, Zifnel secretly glanced at Arnhill’s face.

“… ….”

Arnhil’s complexion, which was already pale, became even paler in the blue light emitted by Raynel’s flame. There was deep fear in her big eyes.

After all, everything seems to be the same in front of the ‘end’.

It was a cliché, but still worth seeing.

“…… Me.”

Arnhil’s mouth slowly opened as she finally realized that she had been driven to a dead end.

“Are you going to kill me?”

It was a statement that brought about mixed feelings.

For Arnhill, not Zifnel.

‘I don’t want to die.’

Ironically, she, an immortal being, was feeling the fear of her death at this moment.

The fact that even the simple wish of ‘being loved’ could not be fulfilled in the end and was sealed forever awakened the feeling of ‘fear’ buried deep in her heart.

“…… “It can’t end like this.”

And that feeling of fear.

Ironically, the prophecy of ‘fate’ that had bound the existence of Arnhill for his entire life was also completed.

Smulseulmul.

Black, soggy mud began to come out from the spaces between the princess’s ruined body.

“If I could have killed him, I would have.”

With her eyes closed, Jeep Nel said, recalling her happy times.

“Of course, if I could have killed him, I would have.”

Love is something that must ultimately come out of her mouth.

Love that is not spoken out loud is not conveyed.

They keep moving away from each other.

It was an obvious fact that even a Samcheok child would know.

But the angel of love, Zifnel. She found out too late.

“But fortunately, you are immortal and will never die.”

Ignorance is a sin. It’s a very big sin.

The old days. The slight difference has now become irreparable.

So this is punishment.

Punishment for silence.

And…

“I can give you the punishment you deserve.”

… Punishment for choice.

“This is the end of Saddam. Arnhill.”

Blue flames slowly begin to swirl. At Ray Nel’s signal signaling the beginning of the seal, Jif Nel lightly waved his hand.

“…… I am! “It can’t end here!”

Arnhill also shouted in sync with Zifnel’s hand gesture.

It burst out of the princess’s body with a scream that was almost like a scream.

“I will definitely achieve my wish! My wish will come true! The life my father ruined! “You’ll get it back!”

Are you trying to steal my body again like you did before?

Arnhil abandons even his essence as an angel and rushes forward in the form of just a lump of black mud.

Her final appearance, which only repeated her wrong choices, was so ugly that she frowned.

‘You must have charity.’

However, Zipnel was an angel.

She was both an angel of love and an angel of charity.

“Hope.”

So, towards the end.

It would be nice to show mercy towards the end.

He has not received love from anyone. Should not even the angel of charity show mercy to this poor lamb?

“Giving up hope was your own choice.”

Widely. Said Zifnell, offering her arms to Arnhill, who rushed towards her.

“It was my own choice to abandon love.”

The corners of her mouth drew an arc.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Jifnel’s mouth.

“So all of us who did not do….”

My heart started to freeze.

“… “I am a sinner.”

──Soon, there was silence.

It was a bit of a long silence.