My Wife Is the Devil

6 – Hymn

Every time you exhale, white breath comes out from your mouth.

A gray-haired man wearing a black mourning suit with his bangs neatly slicked back was walking down an alley.

The bricks, which were initially neatly painted white, are covered in black and yellow dirt, and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes stings my nose.

In normal times, the ugly back alleys of the kingdom hidden in the shadows would be filled with swearing and yelling between drunken tramps and broken liquor bottles flying around.

The man walks slowly down the street, but it is surprisingly quiet except for the sound of his footsteps.

Has everyone gone somewhere?

A cat playing on the roof watching the scene tilts its head and then runs towards a restaurant across the street.

The man, who had been walking for a while, eventually stopped and looked around to see if he had reached his destination.

A shabby-looking man lying motionless on the street, a brass bowl for begging placed in front of him. As if he couldn’t see what she was looking for, the man in mourning clothes frowned at her and tilted his head, but at some point he stopped.

Something silver and shiny visible between the fallen man’s pockets.

He took out her gloves from her arms, put them on both her hands, and carefully pulled them out.

I gently open the small case attached to a silver chain and see a very familiar portrait of a brown-haired woman.

A locket that my friend and her wife lost while eating out a month ago.

She finally found it after her friend asked her to find it.

The owner who will receive this back is now lying in a cold coffin, and for no reason, my eyes are turning red at her sad heart.

She was lost in her thoughts for a moment. The man who lifted her up turned her body around and she looked back at the path she had walked.

Like a famous painting, a scene as if time had stopped.

From the bearded man who was spitting profanity out of her mouth, to the scrawny old man smoking her cigarette, to the grimy homeless people holding broken liquor bottles and stopping the drunkards from drinking.

A fantastic scene frozen in a split second.

She performed a miracle that could easily be called a supreme work of art, but the man who performed it does not seem to have any interest.

I take out the small box in her arms and shake it, but no sound is heard.

She clicked her tongue once and started walking again.

With each step, a sound like crumbling ice echoes, and white fireworks decorate the alley along with it.

The shabby-looking tramps slowly faded away, as if they were a mirage, and then disappeared from the landscape as if they had never existed in the first place.

The name of the gray-haired man who kills countless people in the alley and walks away calmly is Cryle Raynell.

The feel of the cold rope hanging from her fingertips.

The Heretic Questioner was in a very bad mood today.

A solemn and majestic singing sound heard from afar.

A woman who did not even receive a congratulatory message at her wedding was only bitter considering the gift she received at the end of her life.

***

After the fuss that occurred while choosing his clothes, Julius left the store for a moment and was leisurely walking around the village.

When Rosa said that it would take a year just to pack the clothes because she had bought all the items in the store, Cecil took money from him and went into Uncle Finn’s bakery.

I was enjoying my moment of leisure, leaving behind her burning up her will to take on the challenge and saying that she would try all of her store’s secret product, ‘Kente Dessert Special 20’.

It is called a demotion, but in reality it is a very long vacation. Is it okay to live like a person with nothing to do?

He had worked without a single day off for five years and found this kind of break somewhat uncomfortable.

As he was snooping around to see if there was anything else to do, what caught his eye was Thalia, a black-haired girl with a somewhat gloomy aura.

When Julius saw that she had grown up so beautifully that it would be rude to call her his girl, Julius suddenly noticed her playfulness.

The true nature that is revealed as soon as the sadness subsides is truly tough.

The sight of her working was also followed by her, silently suppressing the sound of her footsteps.

Then Julius, who had tried to surprise him, saw the shocking scene and jumped behind a large cedar tree.

He holds her breath and just tilts her head slightly to look again.

It wasn’t a mistake! The woman in strange clothes who was arguing with Thalia in the background of a shabby mill was clearly Ronelle.

Look at those ridiculous pants that are so short you can’t tell if they are underwear!

Although she was always confident and often tried to solve problems with violence, she was a good person. Seeing her in ruins makes me feel my heart sinking.

-So, these are just clothes! It’s the latest trend brought in from another kingdom across the sea!

-Mr. Ronnell, please come to your senses! What kind of big deal is marriage? You’ve lost your mind like this.

-Don’t bring up marriage in front of me!.. ?.. I can smell it, he’s a strong guy. Where is it?

She suddenly stopped her movements and shook her head, sniffing her nose.

Julius remembered the legendary declaration that everyone in the village knew and left without looking back.

I promised to give love to only one person in my life, Cecil. Personally, I felt sorry for my sister, but that didn’t mean she could be sacrificed.

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When we went back to Rosa’s store, clothes were piled up in a large box, and Cecil was holding a white dress in one hand and talking to her about various things.

“So, the moment I saw him, it just came to mind. Ah, it’s this guy! “I thought he was the man who would have my love, hehehehe.”

“Oh my, my, kids these days are so bold.”

When Rosa heard Cecile’s confession dance, her face blushed and she fanned herself with her hands.

Cecil, who was proudly talking about what happened that day, found Julius and waved his hand and called him out.

“Ah! Here, honey! “Come and help me carry my luggage!”

He walked with long strides and lifted his luggage. Cecil, who had told Rosa that she would meet him in the evening, was behaving wildly, circling next to Julius while holding a pure white dress.

“I heard there will be a rather grand celebration at the inn this evening. It’s my first time doing something like this, so I’m really looking forward to it. Right?”

“…Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Kente’s beer is famous even in the capital, so I really wanted to try it, and it turned out well. hehehe.”

When we arrived home and exchanged words, an order to congratulate the guests was issued.

Julius, who had been told to stay outside because the woman needed to prepare for one thing or another, went outside to listen to her and breathed in the autumn air, stroking his face.

When he first returned to this village, his face, which had been stiff, was suddenly filled with a soft smile.

He neither bought alcohol nor attempted to contact the capital.

After that night when her heart, which she desperately hid from him, was revealed, his mask of being her faithful servant of God was shattered.

What is God and what is pain? What is more important than that is that Cecil came back alive.

Julius hoped, and she began to more and more perfectly imitate Cecile when she was alive. No, it’s not an imitation, it’s the person himself.

When the devil takes on a human body, he mimics existence itself. If the only difference is that the sunlight playing under her is no problem for her, how is she any different from her Cecil?

Once you change your mind, you will feel more at ease. I decided not to try to force myself to put the pieces together and put the mask back on.

A ray of light between the clouds shines on him. It was as if God was scolding him.

Julius, who had stopped pretending to be the Lord’s servant, was fine.

She gifted a lot of her nice clothes to a girl who always wore the same clothes. He delighted her sweet tooth.

There is a lot of time ahead. Her one year will be enough time to do things for her that she couldn’t do before.

His face, which was smiling as he looked at the sky, distorted for an instant.

A cold feeling runs down the back of his neck, something touches his chest.

He slowly puts his hand into his bosom and takes it out.

When I gently open it, what I see is a portrait of her from back in the day.

In the picture, she did not scold him, and his good mood all day was shattered.

An unknown song I heard one day was flowing in the wind,

Humming his tune, the pure white devil approaches him as if dancing.

A fishy taste lingers in my mouth.

I didn’t wake up from the dream. I just realized.

His wife Cecile died five years ago and the fact is that she will never return.

It fills her head.

***

Cecil walked slowly down her path and stared at the back of Julius as he left the house.

He seemed to be in a very good mood today.

Cecile hummed her tune, feeling herself getting better.

The box contained a lot of luxurious and beautiful clothes.

It would take a year to sort it out.

With a light slap of the palm, the clothes fly around as they please, then are suddenly sucked into the open door and get caught one by one.

It used to be a place to store the clothes of the wife of an old man named Mila, who lived in a mansion, but they all burned down with the old man’s funeral, so it was a moment when the wish of the empty clothes room was fulfilled.

I feel even better. This time, he stamped his foot once and a large mirror popped out of thin air.

It reflects the image so clearly that it cannot be compared to the mirror in Rosa’s clothing store.

Soon she took off the clothes she was wearing and threw them away.

Since she had to wear that white dress today, she took off her underpants and threw them away.

The mirror reflects her clean body. After looking at her clean body without a single wound for a moment, Cecil worked hard on grooming her, including fixing her hair.

I was wondering what kind of scent my body would smell like, and ended up choosing a refreshing apple scent, finishing off my outfit, and wearing a white dress… No. Wear a pure white dress.

Because her marriage to him was very small, she was secretly envious when she saw other people’s grand weddings, but she had no regrets because she had no choice but to have him.

But look at the gift he gave me at the clothing store today! Did he remember complaining about the white dress before I died?

Perhaps you will receive a grand wedding as a gift soon.

After thinking that, Cecil opened the door and went forward, fluttering the hem of her skirt.

The Church of Telmere, foolish people who serve the Lord, a liar, used to say.

Humans are beings with a body, memories, and a noble soul.

The devil’s whispers corrupt the soul and cannot be forgiven even after death, so stay away from the devil.

From afar, you can see long blonde hair blowing in the wind.

He looks at my portrait hanging around his neck.

A lie spoken by Jushin Rom.

It means that humans have a soul.

The soul does not exist in this world.

The only thing that makes up a human being is my body and memories.

Then who am I?

No matter what anyone says, I, who have Cecil’s memories and body, am Cecil Lionelta.

Is it really that important, a devil with Cecil’s memories or a Cecil with devil’s memories?

The daughter of Saint Erman and the beloved wife of the Inquisitor Julius returned after five years.

Only they are foolish and don’t know.

The wind blows pleasantly.

Today, I will drink as much beer as I can with him, the town’s specialty.

An unknown song that flows along with your dancing steps,

A congratulatory song celebrating the couple’s marriage is spreading widely.