My Wife Is the Devil

34 – Evil Plan – Success

“aaah! I won! “I saw it, I saw it!”

The brown-haired woman, who had put down all the cards in her hands, was basking in her own victory as she looked around at the Countess and the Inquisitor.

Her sharp nose twitches, and her eyes, which have the aura of a bright girl and a seductive temptress, express their joy as innocently as her child, and glance at the blond-haired man sitting next to her.

Julius Tapnel’s only wife, Cecil Lionelta.

A woman crying out for the joy of her victory in the midst of dark clouds in Aran.

-… You don’t really want to do this, do you?

In her head, the devil’s voice kept whispering to her as if she were anxious, but those voices had no bearing on her now as she savored the afterglow of her victory.

The important thing is that I can ask Julius to grant her one wish.

“What should I do, what should I do?”

If Krail had seen this, she would think of Leila, a sight that would give her goosebumps and make her shudder.

Watching her shrug her shoulders in anticipation of the gift she received, you can’t help but smile at her innocence.

-Boom!

Julius, who had been looking at her as if he were tired of her, slowly stood up from his seat when she heard her loud roar coming from outside her lord’s castle.

“It looks like the situation is over. I guess I’ll just go see Priest Emily.”

The interrogator bowed his head to the count and wife, who were heaving a sigh of relief upon hearing that their plan had been safely thwarted, and tried to leave the room without even looking back. If it weren’t for someone’s hand pulling my sleeve.

“Where are you going?”

“… If the heretics have been wiped out, the ‘Ascension’ plan has even failed. “There is no reason to sit here like this anymore.”

Julius shook his head and narrowed his eyes at his wife, then turned his body again and tried to leave.

“Where are you going? “Wishes should be granted.”

It’s cold.

Cecil’s cold voice can be defined in just one word.

When I slowly turn my head and look at her face, what I see is a woman with an expressionless face.

No, when she looked closely into those eyes, she seemed to catch a glimpse of that terrifying inner being going wild with her desires.

“… Do I really need to make a wish now?”

“Isn’t it obvious? “What if I say something different later?”

Her face, which opened her small mouth and spoke clearly, looked exactly like Lionel Tartar, the angel of death, as her name suggests.

Cecil’s atmosphere is becoming increasingly violent.

As he looked at her face and tried to calmly think of a clever idea, a plan to avoid this situation flashed in his mind.

“I am Inquisitor Julius Tapnel. “He is a man who always keeps his promises.”

So there is no need to rush too much. Shouldn’t we write our wishes carefully?

A man’s voice burrows into your ear like a snake teasing its tongue.

After hearing those words from Cecil Lionel, the foolish high-ranking devil, she was completely taken aback.

“… Prudence, yes, there is nothing wrong with being cautious. If possible, in a place with a good atmosphere where you can never refuse….”

Julius, who looked for a moment at the woman who was muttering with her head down, as if lost in her own world, let out a small sigh so that no one could hear it, and hurried out of there.

Although they always try to stick close to each other, it’s a good thing that they quietly separate when working.

The interrogator’s uniform grazing the skin.

Feeling the texture of the luxurious fabric of his uniform, he walked forward, following the flames faintly spreading from his hands.

Coming out of the reception room, I just walked silently down the blue hallway reminiscent of water, without even looking at it, and arrived at the back door of Yeongju Castle.

It was a door with the image of Tapnel, the angel of faith, engraved on it, as if to say that he was a faithful member of the Telmere Church.

Julius, who was staring distantly at the angel sculpture that was glaring at him as if scolding him, slowly moved his hand, pulled the handle, and headed outside.

Taphnel’s eyes are staring at you until the last moment when the door opens.

The representative of the faithful angel pretended not to see that gaze until the end.

***

-Shoo!

When I came out of the Yeongju Castle, rain was pouring down the ground violently, as if dark clouds were pouring out the gloom they contained.

Slap, slap.

A regular sound produced by luxurious shoes.

A rat living in the gutter hurriedly comes up from the underground water supply and runs around to avoid the rain that soaks its body.

What catches the eye of a small creature that is busy looking around is a huge giant.

The blond-haired giant is silently walking towards somewhere in the rain without changing his expression.

Is that monster stupid?

The mouse tilted its head when it saw the monster running around like that without even avoiding the rain, took its eyes off the Heretic Questioner, squeezed itself in among the trash rolling around nearby, and curled up its small body.

-Shoo!

The rain still showed no signs of stopping and hit the ground mercilessly with heavy raindrops,

The sun of the main deity, which is merciful even to small creatures, still showed no sign of rising.

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‘Absolutely! Julius, what do you want to know?’

‘I heard that priests of the Telmere Church died due to this incident. How many people were killed exactly?’

‘…When we went to the scene, a total of 32 people were dead. It was a shame.’

‘… I heard something interesting from Priest Emily.’

‘Fun? ‘What do you mean?’

‘They say this sound came from the mouth of a devil in the form of a girl, and the priests of the Aran branch are thirty-three in total.’

‘… There are thirty-two priests who came to Aran from the Church of Telmere…’

The face of the driver tilting his head as if he couldn’t understand comes to mind.

The words of a devil who speaks only the truth are different from the words of a sincere knight.

So, did the article lie?

Thinking so, Julius secretly and implicitly asked Count Rotani.

‘There were a total of thirty-two priests in Aran.’

No one told a lie. But how are these two words different?

‘That devil thought I was a priestess of the Aran Church.’

Said the silver-haired priestess who was smoothing her own face while looking in her mirror.

There is definitely a 33rd priest.

Then the answer is simple.

The thirty-third priest who only appeared before the devil’s eyes.

Something pretending to be a priest that was naturally mixed in without anyone knowing.

The flame of the tapenel lightly spread in the air shakes as it senses strange energies floating around the city.

Now that the priests have been wiped out, the people wielding divine power in Aran are Julius, Emily, Cecil, and a mysterious fourth being.

The interrogator’s steps, which had been silently moving toward the fourth point signaled by the flame, stopped, and before he knew it, a woman wearing a pure white priest’s robe, standing on the muddy ground after the rain had stopped, appeared before his eyes.

“As expected, you are an excellent man. I can see why Tafnell chose you.”

A beautiful voice that could be mistaken for someone similar to Cecil resonates, and the woman slowly removes the hood attached to her priestly attire.

Lovely brown hair, icy blue eyes reminiscent of a clear autumn sky.

If Cecil Lionel Ta had a sister, she would look like this.

Lionelta, the angel of death, revealed herself to the first apostle of Tapnel.

“It is an honor to meet you like this. “Angel of Death.”

“Oh my, you’re not surprised at all. “I thought it would be quite a surprise and was looking forward to it.”

“… Actually, I was surprised because I thought Tapnel would come.”

Julius shrugs his shoulders and jokes in an uncharacteristic way.

Lionelta, who was looking at him like that, smiled brightly and answered in a sonorous voice.

“I’m sorry I’m not Taphnel. But there is nothing to be disappointed about. “If Sister Tapnell comes, it’s obvious that she’ll just nag you a lot.”

An angel pointing at my ear and smiling mischievously.

Seeing her like that, Julius clenched her fists and opened his mouth towards her.

“… Didn’t you come to punish me?”

“Me? You? “Why do you have to punish me?”

Lionelta slowly approaches the interrogator with a puzzled expression.

She whispers softly as she brings her face to her, which surprisingly resembles Cecil’s.

“A bet with the High Devil? It’s okay. We’re not that tough angels. “The weak hearts of humans can be generously forgiven.”

And to be precise, the power is not strong enough to punish you.

Aren’t you the strongest Inquisitor, surpassing even Tapnel, who gave you authority?

The brown-haired angel, smiling like a little girl, circled around Julius and smiled kindly at him.

“Because you are such a pitiful child, we also support your love.”

“… So, you’re saying you won’t punish me for the bet with the ‘Emperor’s Nightmare’?”

“If we try to kill your wife by force again, are you willing to accept it?”

No answer came back.

Lionel Ta, who was looking at Julius, who answered her with an expressionless face, smiled mischievously again.

Until now, it was just a trivial personal matter.

The real plan starts now.

She whispers words that will shake the heart of this poor man who was destined to kill the saint.

A devil disguised as an angel offers a sweet fruit that he cannot refuse to the foolish man who is willing to sacrifice his heart for the woman he loves.

“You may know this from Cecil, but his corruption is behind this situation.”

“…Saint Erman.”

“Yes, Saint Erman. “The child with a good heart who everyone shouted would leave his mark in history after Telmir, that child is the culprit behind all of this.”

“… ….”

“Actually, I haven’t done anything evil yet. “Because the heretics led by the released high-ranking devils are doing whatever they want.”

“Just because you have become a saint and caused chaos in the world is already disrespectful to God.”

“Don’t be so hard-headed, weren’t you able to meet your beloved Cecil again because Erman freed the high-ranking demons?”

The blonde-haired man lowered his head as if he had nothing to say.

The Angel of Death glanced at him and continued to seduce him, showing off his elegant beauty again.

“Don’t you want to know why Erman did this? “What does she hope to gain, even if a father who lost her daughter joins hands with her devil?”

“…… “Cecil.”

“Yes, that’s it. “He came up with a funny plan to save his dead daughter, Cecil Lionelta. Don’t you get the idea now?”

With her eyes flashing like a madman, she pushes her face towards me and stares into Julius’s eyes.

Golden eyes starting to shake.

Now, if I just say one word, just one more word, I can twist Erman’s terrible future.

Lionel Tar felt the corner of her mouth twitch and quietly spoke her words.

Words like a sacred revelation that will correct the wavering priest.

“Ehrman’s purpose is simple. “Using the power of high-ranking demons and angels to distort the flow of time allowed by Rom.”

Going back to the old, happy times, that’s all.

“…I can go back….”

There is no turning back now.

Now that he knows this, he can no longer be satisfied with the current situation.

Instead of being a half-wife mixed with the devil, she can meet the ‘real’ Cecil Lionel Ta whom she loved all those years ago.

A long time ago, the first void that swallowed the Angel of Death picked up the Seomseom Jade and gently held it out to the priest, asking for a handshake.

And then, he whispers an offer that cannot be refused.

“Hold my hand, then I will take responsibility and help you go back to the old days.”

If not, Erman, who is like my child, will die.

The golden apple was held out in front of Julius.

A fairy tale that I don’t remember much anymore, a fairy tale about a boy who did a good deed receive a golden apple and live happily ever after, suddenly pops into my mind.

I raise my head and look at the woman standing in front of me.

Lionelta, an angel who exudes holy energy.

It is not the devil.

She roped her salvation upon me, the daughter of Rom, the Lord whom she had served all her life.

‘Really… if I could really go back…’

Isn’t it right to hold hands?

No one answered his unspoken questions.

In the middle of Aran, where the rain has stopped and the fresh scent of grass is in the air.

The rope of salvation gently descended in front of the faithful priest.

No,

It looked like it had come down.

-hehehehe.