My Wife Is the Devil

20 – Interlude-Kryle Raynell

Kryle Raynell.

The heretic interrogator of Lyriam, with his gray hair always neatly slicked back, a cigarette in his mouth, and the face of an adult steeped in society.

Like Julius and Thalia, he was taught by the war hero Brukin, and is a man chosen by the power of Raynel, the angel of punishment, following in the footsteps of the previous saint.

A terrifying power that can take away the protection of life from beings walking on the earth with just a light gesture.

If Brukin and Julius had not existed, he would have been called the strongest.

However, the man named Cryle was not very interested in power or fame.

The spiritless statement that the only goal in life is to receive a regular salary and to admire Raynell’s figure depicted in the Bible every day is stuffed into the Central Church’s Inquisitor Training Center as a famous saying that embodies the right attitude of an inquisitor. To the extent that it has been done.

Also, since he was young, he believed in, or rather admired, the angel of punishment rather than the god, and had no interest in other women.

I couldn’t even imagine raising something like a child.

Ironically, he ended up raising a small child because he had made the wrong friends.

Remembering the face of his dead wife, he was afraid that he might remind her of her and make a mistake with her words, so he ran away and took on the responsibility of raising Layla in place of Julius. He pitied himself for being reduced to nothing.

“Raynell, if you feel sorry for me like this, please come down next to me.”

He complained every day in front of the statue of the Angel of Punishment placed on one side of the Central Church, and eventually attempted to be held in the arms of the angel statue. The saint, who could not bear to see such antics, forbade Cryll from approaching the statue.

“… What a fool. “Why on earth would a normal-looking guy do that?”

“My dream, both when I was young and now, is to marry Raynell. “I’m also saving up my salary for that time.”

Tsk, tsk, what is so good about a guy like that that he was given authority?

Saint Erman shook his head and clicked his tongue slightly.

-You want to marry me. Sweet baby, I can’t wait to come to your side.

“……?”

Surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to be a one-sided love.

The saint let out a bewildered laugh and waved her hand away.

“Don’t say anything strange and just go about your business. “I’ll take care of Layla on my own.”

“No, I will take care of Rayra. “Because it is a request from her close friend.”

The relaxed figure from before was Cryle, who was glaring at himself everywhere.

After watching this for a moment, Erman lowered his head and began to organize the documents in front of him.

“Hmph, then take care of it. However, since we can no longer tolerate blasphemy against Raynell, we will not allow access to the angel statue for the time being.”

“… I understand.”

Cryle leaves the office with slumped shoulders and weak steps.

The angel’s voice is heard again in the saint’s ears as he stares at the back.

-Ah, Cryle… My love. If I could meet you, I would hug you as much as I want.

“… Could you please just shut up?”

It was so creepy to see an angel who lived over a thousand years whispering love to a man under 30.

Erman had to feel his faith, which had already been low, sinking through the floor.

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“So, who is this person?”

“Ugh, I mean, Raynell!”

“Tsk, this is Lionelta, the Angel of Death.”

“Wow! “It’s my mom’s name!”

“…Your mother’s last name is her half name.”

Cryle showed Leila a picture book with a picture of an angel radiating golden brilliance and bringing down demons and heretics.

“… In this way, angels came down to earth and gave humans teachings about the mindset they should have while living their lives. What kind of teachings did you say he gave you?”

“Uh, yes. So, Tapunel… I don’t know!”

“Ah, you look just like your father again. It’s a pity that your hair doesn’t resemble Cecil’s.”

“If you look like your father, is it Jo Eun-go? Hee hee, hee hee.”

Krail felt the back of his neck tense up when he saw the blond-haired boy smiling like a fool.

After taking a deep breath to calm his mind, he made eye contact with Leila and continued speaking clearly.

“Taphnel, as an angel of faith, you taught humans unbreakable courage and faith.”

“Yes!”

“Jifnel, as an angel of mercy, you taught humans about love and mercy.”

“Is there no mercy?”

Layla looks at Cryle with bright eyes as if she really doesn’t know. He glared at the child for a moment and then lowered his head.

“… I don’t know.”

“Lie! “You know you’re making fun of me!”

“You don’t have to know much.”

“Wow! “I’m an adult too!”

The kid was so angry that he grabbed Kryle’s face and shook it. He, who was smiling heartily with his head down, was upset by the sudden disaster, and in the end, he was able to be forgiven by Leila only after explaining the word mercy.

“Hmm, next is Lionelta, the Angel of Death. When the world was tainted by evil, He came down and took on the role of purifying the world.

“… Moya, you have the same name as my mom, why don’t you teach me anything?”

“Because Lionelta’s teachings are already engraved in the world.”

“Huh? What is that?”

“… Everyone dies equally. “That is the teaching of Lionelta, who is in charge of death.”

“… But it’s better if you don’t teach me.”

Kryle looked at Layla, who was puffing out her cheeks and muttering with a sulky face, with pitying eyes for a moment, then opened the last page of the picture book and quickly thrust a picture of a beautiful angel with gray hair like himself into Layla’s face. I spat out the words.

“The name of the last person is Raynel. She is the most beautiful angel in the world and the angel of punishment. This beautiful face, voluptuous breasts, and jewel-like eyes are like the ultimate work of art….”

“No, no, no!” I can’t understand a thing! “I’m scared, Mr. Ajo, what’s wrong?”

“Tsk, maybe it’s because I’m a kid. “This is how I usually do things when talking about Raynell.”

“… Mr. Ajo, do I look like a fool?”

Despite being treated like a fool by the little boy, Cryle continued to praise Raynell.

If Julius had seen this, he would have immediately kicked him and covered Leila’s ears, but unfortunately he was very busy with the work of the Inquisitor, and the little lady ended up having to listen to all the praises of Raynell for an hour. I got hit.

“… So, Raynel-sama’s punishment is to take away the protection of life from the beings living on this land, and the most important thing is.”

“You mean it’s the prettiest? “Chi, my mom is prettier.”

“No, that’s not it. “There is no one more beautiful than Raynell in the world.”

The sight of him gritting his teeth at a young child and boasting that the angel he served was prettier was truly ugly, but Rayra, who was kind and kind like his mother, had a hard time chatting with his slightly mentally unstable uncle.

Cryle always thinks he’s playing the part of a kid.

However, saints, colleagues, old friends, and even high-ranking demons who have begun to be released from their seals.

Everyone who saw this scene just thought that Layla was playing with Kryle.

-Ha, as expected, this is my husband, whom I had planned for 2,000 years ago.

No, except for one angel who was in an equally strange condition.

***

A pure white snowflake blooms on the earth.

When I open my mouth and let out a small breath, my breath turns pure white and meets the snow falling from the sky, before slowly fading away.

I barely managed to escape from the demon that was trying to take my body, but red flowers kept blooming from the huge wound on my already small stomach, scattering their petals on the floor, and I no longer felt the pain I had felt before.

The little boy, whose long black hair covered his eyes, stopped for a moment and admired the beautiful picture unfolding beneath him.

Pure white snow flowers and passionate leaves painted with red paint. It looked like a famous painting I came across in a picture book while playing with neighborhood kids one day.

“… It’s pretty.”

My body is getting warmer. I don’t remember being hugged by her mother, but maybe she would have felt this warm if she had been held in those arms.

The sound of my heart beating becomes weaker and weaker, and the strength slowly drains from the hands holding my torn abdomen.

The boy fell to his knees.

The painting that I had admired, no matter how small, was crushed into a mess, and the breathing coming out of my small mouth also became slower and slower.

“Dad, Mom… I’m scared….”

Anyone is fine, please don’t leave me alone.

I’m going to pray like this… It’s scary.

-Ah, ah…Ahhh. My child, why are you hurt so much?

“…Who…?”

-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It breaks my heart to see you go through this much pain while I was just turning a blind eye to you for a moment. If only I could turn back time.

“Who… Am I talking to you? “Thank you.. I’m not lonely anymore.”

The corners of the boy’s mouth gently turn up, and his little heart, which had been struggling to live, stops.

A child’s body cooling off in the cold winter wind.

-Poor child, I will bestow my power on your body. I will give you the strength to bring evil to its knees and make even the kings of nations bow their heads. So, go on with your life once again. Just don’t forget my name.

I am the third daughter of Rom, the lord of the high heavens.

An angel who eradicates evil that exists in the world and punishes those who commit evil.

Reynelle of Punishment.

My lovely first believer. Please, please remember my name forever.

The snowflakes that decorated the world in pure white gently lean into the air,

In a small forest where even the cold wind had frozen.

Time, which was busy walking, pauses for a moment and bows its head, and brilliant lights come down from above the boy’s head, breaking the dark sky.

From a body that has already lost its breath, a small, inaudible beat is heard, and the color of the black hair slowly fades to a beautiful gray color.

The heavenly brilliance that colored the heavens and earth envelopes the child’s entire body, scattering warmth and slowly seeping into it.

Not long after, the light secretly hid itself in the boy’s heart, and the stopped time began to flow again.

A boy falling asleep dreaming of being held in his mother’s warm arms.

Three pairs of large, beautiful wings were embroidered on the ground where he lay.

-I look forward to the day when we meet.

Cryle Raynell.

One day when it snowed.

A story of an angel and a boy in a small forest.