My Wife Is the Devil

29 – Liliana Aran (1)

“Wake up, wake up you fool!”

Late in the morning, the God’s grace brightened the world, and Heretic Questioner Julius, who was sleeping lightly in bed, opened his eyes in surprise at the sound of a somewhat familiar voice calling him.

When I open my eyes, what I see is a small table and chair, and a woman with brown hair.

Last night, her demon, who was longing for her love, lost her mind while kissing her, and upon seeing her demon collapse in her arms, Julius carried her on his back and sent her to Aran of the Church of Telmere. I hurried to the branch.

After running for almost a month, the door of the church he arrived at was just as tightly closed as before. Julius wrapped his feet around his power and smashed the front door with the angel sculpture on it and entered.

What happened last night was that, fearing that her wife’s body might be harmed, she risked blasphemy and went into her church to nurse her.

Julius woke up in a small, simple room for the treatment of the sick and looked blankly at Cecile, the woman in the murky wall next to him who was puffing out her cheeks and expressing her anger with her whole body as if she were dissatisfied.

“So? “Did it feel good to do that with the devil last night?”

The sight of her getting angry and jealous of herself was so endearing that the Inquisitor of Lyr’am, who was reputed to be cold-blooded, inadvertently held his wife in her arms. I hugged him.

“What, what? “They won’t let you see it like this, wussoo!”

She was struggling in her arms and grumbling in her tone just like her own daughter, Leila. However, the sight of Julius embracing her was exactly like the affectionate one she used to be, so she nuzzled her mouth and slowly sank deep into his wide embrace.

Julius, who had been in that embrace for a while, gently took Cecile out of her arms, then slowly got up from her bed, adjusted her clothes, and looked at her icy expression. And began to question her as her inquisitor.

“It suddenly changed and suddenly came back again. I guess what happened yesterday was the trigger?”

“Ah, why are you so proud? “You were the one who cheated on me with the devil yesterday!”

Isn’t it? The devil is born and I am also evil, but isn’t it the wind?

As she was talking intently, Cecil began to become confused about what I had said. She began to worry about whether or not having two personalities in one body was really an affair. Julius, who was looking at this with a serious expression, blurted out without thinking.

“It’s not like the wind.”

“No, when I think about it, it is true, but um… If you think about it, I can see that I am a different person now than I was in the past.”

Am I Julius’s wife and mistress?

Cecil shudders at immoral thoughts, but laughs that it’s not that bad.

Seeing her like that, the interrogator frowned and raised his voice.

“My heart beats only for one person, Cecil Lionelta. “There’s no way I could fall for the devil or something!”

“… I had a nightmare and I was the nightmare, so does that mean I ended up feeling excited?”

“… ….”

“It’s okay, I’m Julius’s wife, so I’ll allow you to at least join hands with me, the devil.”

But no more than that.

Cecil, who had allowed him to hold her hand as if he was being generous towards her, got up while licking her lips.

The black dress she wore until yesterday melted away, and the white blouse and simple brown skirt she wore in Kente village appeared quietly on her body, taking its place.

Returning to her familiar self, she stood in front of Julius with a clearer look and smiled brightly as he looked into her eyes.

The dark wall, where the cloudy energy has disappeared, faces the golden eye, and the daughter of Saint Erman whispers pleasantly to her husband.

“I missed you. Of course, I saw it yesterday, but I still like myself better now.”

Dark clouds spread gloomy energy and soak the earth.

But the great saint Telmir said, Any rain will eventually stop, the earth will become solid again, the clouds will disappear and the clear sky will be revealed, bringing hope to those who are struggling in despair.

The corners of Julius’ mouth, which had been forced to keep a blank expression, slowly loosened.

The wounded animal’s heart relaxed a little as he looked at his wife with a gentle smile, and the devil looking at him also smiled slightly, feeling the warmth filling his heart.

-It is enough as long as you are happy.

“… What did you just say?”

“Huh? “No, I didn’t say anything.”

Cecil’s expression as she said that was very innocent.

No, if Krail were here, he would have punched Julius in the back of the head and said something like this.

It’s the most amazing smile.

***

“Why is this happening all of a sudden? “You were fine until yesterday, but you suddenly started hating me?”

The name of the cute woman shivering and hiding behind the back of a sturdy man with her blond hair neatly tied up is Cecil Lionel Ta.

She is the daughter of Saint Erman, favored by the Angel of Death, and is also the younger sister of the Angel of Death, the ‘Emperor’s Nightmare’. She is now looking in bewilderment at the Shinsu who threatens to raise her horn in front of her, and threatens her Emperor. I held my husband’s back tightly.

-Puh hee hing!

Julius looked for a moment at the unicorn giggling, emitting white light from its long horn, wondering what he didn’t like so much, and then whispered softly.

“… I guess I should take care of myself with the unicorn today.”

-… ….

Francis, who remembered the image of a bad boy running towards him with shining eyes, saying he wanted to roast and eat him as a child, quickly shook his head and started walking backwards.

The man was sighing while watching a not-so-funny skit, and someone poked him with a finger from behind.

“So? Why is the unicorn suddenly acting like that?”

Cecil tilted his head as if he really didn’t know.

Julius gently lifts his flowing bangs and tucks them behind his ears, then turns his head and mutters as if he is a stranger.

“… Because you are Cecil now.”

“Huh? What does it matter? “It was Cecile yesterday too.”

“… Yesterday was the king’s nightmare.”

“If you ask me, but what does that have to do with this?”

Barely suppressing the urge to run away from here right now, the strongest interrogator, or rather the most pure man in Lyriam, spat out words with difficulty.

“… The devil is a virgin, and you are my wife.”

After spitting out the words, Julius quickly ran out to catch the perverted divine beast who was already running away, while Cecil stood still for a while, trying to understand what he said.

-Indeed, that is how it is reflected in the eyes of the divine beast.

The devil’s whisper, pretending to be calm, echoes in my head.

Cecil’s face blushed as if it were only then that she understood the divine beast’s conflicting attitude.

“… I’m really going to kill you. “I’m really going to kill you!!!!”

Cecil, the wife of Julius, who became one with the devil.

Even though the distinction between existence is already meaningless, it is a self-evident fact that the personality as a devil and the personality as a human being are separate.

The lovely, no, terrifying wife, who pledged to leave a hole in the eyes of Shinsoo, who could see through even her heart, started chasing the two who had gone before, sparking white flames.

“… Hey, when are you going to save me, kids?”

It was the second day in peaceful Aran, where I could only feel sorry for Emily, who had been arrested in the Countess’ Castle.

***

A beautiful canal running through the middle of the city.

As you leisurely walk along Aran’s famous attractions, you will come across Aran’s Lord’s Castle, which stands majestically in the center of the city. Count Rotani’s castle comes into view.

This unique building, built in the form of an arch with the canal water flowing underneath, can easily be called a supreme treasure that inspires many artists.

In the middle of such a stylish castle, the name of the woman who is tied tightly with rope and a knight’s sword is at her neck is Emily Ridina.

The legendary priestess, whose face had become younger due to the effects of resurrection, was struggling in her seat and shouting loudly at the knights.

“Hey! Do you guys know who I am? It’s Emily Lydina! Emily Lidina! “We’ll see if this gets resolved later!”

“The church’s special priest, the immortal Emily, is a woman already over 30. “To me, you look like a shabby girl.”

The knights of Aran were giggling and laughing, and Emily, who was looking at them blankly, was furious at her unbearable humiliation.

A body that recovers itself every time it dies, even recovering from old age.

When I was about 25 years old, I tried so hard not to die after dying to save Julius, who was in danger while playing a prank.

She had played with her body the wrong way, and all the maturity she had worked hard to develop had disappeared and Emily was now shedding bloody tears.

“… You guys, I clearly remembered your faces. Francis. No, as long as my son Julius comes, you will all be dead!”

At first glance, she is a silver-haired priestess who screams with a look that makes you believe she is Thalia’s younger sister.

But even when her knights saw her like that, they just nodded their heads half-heartedly.

“Hmph, you are now under emergency arrest as the culprit who killed the priests of the Telmere Church. “I wish I knew the topic.”

No, not only is he nodding his head, he is treated like a murderer.

Last night, after a great commotion in the Aran market area where all the drinks were turned into holy water, Emily tried to kindly explain the murder case to the dispatched security guard, but the low-level devil who was mimicking the alley, ‘the vagabond’s destruction’, turned all the holy water into holy water. Because he had changed his name, he was going through the humiliation of being arrested as a prime suspect.

“… I guess it’s no longer a waste product, but a piece of junk.”

Emily’s purple eyes, which had always sparkled sharply, lost her firearm, and with her dead-like eyes flashing, Emily laid her head on the floor and muttered darkly.

Although her knights are relaxed against her, they never let down their nerves and are on guard against her. Judging by the appearance of this place, which resembled a living room, it seemed like they were waiting for someone.

“Count Aran has arrived.”

Someone’s neat voice.

Someone walked in front of Emily, who thought it was a voice she had heard somewhere, but with a slow but elegant gait.

The name of the noble who entered the room was Rotani Aran.

Lotani, whose face seemed younger than expected, looked at the priestess carefully, stroking his neatly shaved chin.

“… What is happening?”

“Yes! Last night, a priest of the Telmere Church was arrested in an alley, believed to be the main culprit in the emergency that resulted in the deaths of a total of 32 people. Since she claims to be Emily Lidina, a special priest of the church, we are considering the possibility that she may be mentally ill.”

What is this article talking about?

Count Rotani felt his bones tighten at the sight of the messed up drawing room and slowly got down on his knees.

“Lord, lord? “Why are you suddenly getting down on his knees?”

Leaving aside the overly stern knights with blank faces and funny voices, Rotani bowed his head towards the living legend of Lyr’am.

“Priest Emily, I am sorry to have to deal with such an unpleasant incident. “You may not remember, but my name is Rotani Aran, and I was baptized by a priest before.”

“I remember. “Time flies so fast, Rintau Aran’s son has already grown up so much.”

Emily, who is tied up like a caterpillar, naturally bows to her with a benevolent smile, and the Count of Aran bows his head respectfully to her.

The knights were just bewildered by the sight, which they couldn’t believe even if it were a play.

“… Um… Master, is this really Emily Lydina?”

“Yes, this is Emily Lidina, our Father in heaven. “I am the immortal Emily, the treasure of Lyriam, who is called the adoptive daughter of the god Rom.”

Rotani, who seemed somewhat nervous and broke into a small cold sweat, nodded his head once and spoke calmly to the knights.

“Uh… So did we just have an accident?”

The Count looks intently at the faces of the knights who are as stubborn as fools.

Loyalists who have been together since childhood, but today seems to be the end of their happy face-to-face lives.

“Thank you so far. There is no such thing as an afterlife, but if you go to the main lord’s side, let’s at least have a drink.”

The Count loosened his neatly tied tie and sat down on the small table in the drawing room.

His butler with an attractive mustache was shouting something quietly next to him, but he didn’t seem to listen and seemed to be waiting for something.

“Yes! Today is your memorial day! Let’s see if you can say something like that in front of Rom!”

The flowing silver hair, as if made of melted silver, shakes wildly, like a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

Emily, who was struggling in her seat, took the piece of Francis’ horn that she had stuffed in the back pocket of her priest’s robe and put it in her hand. She then shouted powerfully, drawing up her divine power from the small relic in her hand. I hit it.

“Francis!”

“Uh, uh!”

?

Surprisingly, nothing happened.

It was an embarrassing situation that made everyone blush, including the Count who had given up on everything, the knights who didn’t know what to do with the accident they caused, and even Emily who called out the divine beast with style.

The butler, who had calmly told his master to take care of himself earlier, was the only one doing his job in this suffocating space.

“… First, let us free the priest from his bonds.”

“Oh, yes. All right.”

The priestess is already motionless, closing her eyes and pretending to be dead.

Seeing this, a knight with pitiful eyes kneels down and begins to carefully untie the man’s chains.

“… Isn’t it a little hot?”

“Now that I think about it, I see… But why did you suddenly go there?”

Rotani is already hiding behind a large flower pot placed in the corner of the living room.

The butler stroked his handsome mustache and sighed softly, secretly from his master, who was not very disciplined.

“You guys, don’t do that and just lie down, because that person is coming soon.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, my lord.”

Count Rotani’s black eyes, scratching his head and looking at the confused knights from afar, gave off a cloudy aura for a moment.

“Who is it? He is the son of the immortal Emily and the greatest Heretic Questioner in Lyriam.”

Rotani Aran, who had a dignified smile that could be called a true noble, quickly lowered his head and covered himself with a flower pot.

‘It’ slowly begins to burn from the floor where the people who are unable to come to their senses even after seeing it are stepping on it.

“Well… Something is happening!”

“Boo… Flame, I am the Heretic Questioner! Everyone, prepare your posture and protect the Count!”

The knights abandoned Emily and rushed to protect Rotani, who was hiding next to the flower pot, but they could not move even a single step from that spot.

“I hope everyone stays where they are.”

Don’t be too surprised, I just came to give you the word of the Lord for a moment.

-Boom!

With a short, heavy noise, a golden flame comparable to the brilliance of heaven melts the outer wall of Yeongju Castle without a trace, and someone approaches outside the large hole with the sound of shoes.

-Tutbeok

-Tutbeok

The knights broke into a cold sweat as they saw the flames wrapped around their bodies like snakes, and when they heard the sound of footsteps tightening their throats, they managed to muster up all the strength they had and barely managed to turn their heads to look at the infamous interrogator.

Outside the lord’s castle, where a huge hole had been opened as if struck by the light spear of Tapnel, the angel of faith, a blond-haired man neatly dressed in the uniform unique to the Heresy Inquisitors was looking at them with an expressionless face.

A scary sight that can be scary if you do it wrong.

But fortunately, the knights are held by Julius. No, I could barely stay conscious after seeing something I was holding.

Julius Tapnel, the infamous heretic inquisitor, burned down the entire underworld to vent his anger and ripped out the tongues and eyes of the evil lords who had joined hands with the devil.

And that scary man was now carefully holding a woman.

All the people of Yeongju Castle could do was gape and gape at the sight, as if it were a knight from a fairy tale holding a princess.

“This is your punishment for being like this for a day, okay?”

“… I did nothing wrong. And how dare the devil use the servant of the Lord….”

“It’s noisy! “Don’t say things you don’t mean!”

The fearless and brave woman, hugging the golden beast and tugging at her ears, flaunted her beautiful brown hair like she was an angel, bobbing her feet and cocking her head haughtily. He raised his head and shouted at the others.

“I saw it! This is Julius Tapnel! And I am the wife of the famous Liram, the strongest Heretic Questioner!”

Cecil Lionelta, the hidden wife of Julius Tapnel, whose death was kept a complete secret.

Now, she woke up from her eternal sleep and shouted loudly to the people of her world.

“I, Cecil Lionelta, am Julius’ only wife. “Make sure everyone remembers clearly!”

Looking at the innocent woman shouting excitedly, Julius wet her lips with his tongue.

Her lady certainly seems to be Cecil Lionel Ta in her own arms.

A traitorous recklessness that can never be seen as an imitation of the devil.

Liliana Aran, who rushed to her parlor where the divine beast that had been stuck in her canal was crying bitterly, clutching her broken horn and causing chaos, threw her stomach as Julius and her eyes met. I grabbed him and fainted,

Count Rotani and the butler run away in contemplation after seeing the countess fall.

If a man named Cryle Raynell were here, she would have explained it clearly in one word.

“Ha, that’s bullsh*t.”

Aran, the city of water.

A great ordeal has come to a city that was so peaceful and quiet that it was called paradise.

A pyromaniac interrogator whose business is setting fires, and a love-crazed devil in his arms.

Now, the fate of Aran lies in their hands.

Perhaps.