105 – My Wife is the Devil (12)
“So I told you. “I’m the only one here.”
“Well, what is it? “How on earth is this going?”
“… ….”
“Stupid Julius. “Stupid Julius.”
You are already one step too late. Well, things like love games should have been done in moderation.
Giggle, giggle.
Looking at the Holy Sword, who was still tilting his head as if he didn’t understand what was going on, and Julius, who was sweating coldly at the fact that he had been defeated, Arnhill began to speak softly as if the time had come.
“Do you think you know how the story goes now?”
“… ….”
“I guess my senses have become numb from spending dreamy days wrapped around her sister’s skirt. “You foolish servant of God.”
Well, that handsome face seems to have gotten even better. I’m serious about this.
With an extremely devilish sneer, as if a mixture of the innocence of a child and the viciousness of an old witch.
Capturing the incredibly handsome face of the Heretic Questioner in his refreshing blue eyes, which are like the wide autumn sky.
Arn Hill continued her words.
“…… Tsk.”
There is no such thing as an idiot.
Julius himself thought that his face reflected in Arnhill’s eyes looked like a simpleton.
Arnhill said with an unpleasant laugh.
“…… hehehe. I wanted to see your face like that. “I see you, the arrogant person who has no doubt that you can solve anything with your power, but you are embarrassed.”
“…What kind of trick did you use?”
Julius slowly lowered his head towards Arnhil, who was snickering with the corner of her mouth quivering as if she couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“Say it. “What on earth did you do?”
Every time I say a single word out of my mouth. His expression slowly begins to distort.
Soon, each other’s breath caressed our cheeks, and the golden eyes and the bluish devil’s eyes reflected on each other.
“…Have you become a complete human being?”
Even if you wash your eyes and look for the devil’s magic, you can’t find it. The Heretic Questioner asked a pure question towards the ‘young woman’ who possessed pure divine power.
Just feeling an instinctive sense of crisis. All I knew was that something was wrong.
“…To defeat an opponent stronger than yourself. “Which method do you think is best?”
Arnhill answered Julius’ question with another question.
An answer that may seem a bit unexpected. However, Julius simply answered Arnhill’s questions sincerely. Now it was Arnhill, not Julius, who held the sword hilt.
“…Holding hostages…Is the most efficient way.”
“That’s right. And the hostage doesn’t have to be a person.”
Something like the devil. A safe or something. Something precious? Either that or else.
A little more abstract.
For example, your precious wife is something you lost a long time ago.
As if she liked the interrogator’s answer, Arn Hill nodded her head with a big smile on her face. He was clapping his hands and cackling as if he were a girl, and he couldn’t look like someone who was trying to intimidate the Heretic Questioner.
“…… “What Cecil lost.”
However, no matter how much Arnhill spoke with a bright smile, a threat was a threat.
The threat was extremely effective, and the inquisitor had no choice but to give in to the devil’s threats.
“This. Now let me off the hook. I think I’ve had enough of being strangled by Julius Tapnel. And if it continues like this, it will be Cecil Lionelta. So something really precious to my sister might be broken.”
Sleep─
─Tak.
As the words about Cecil slowly came out of Arnhil’s mouth, Julius finally let go of Arnhil’s neck that he was holding on to.
The offense and defense have already changed for a long time.
I was thinking of ending the matter quickly and quickly by taking hostages. It seems like they hit the player first from that side.
“What exactly is that?”
Julius slowly stood up and spoke without taking his eyes off Arnhil.
Talk─
──Degurrr.
“Huh!”
Fragments of the horribly broken throne were kicked by Julius’s shoes and fell here and there, and the holy sword, which belatedly came to its senses at the sound, rushed forward and blocked the space between Julius and Arnhill.
“I don’t know what it is. Come behind me first! Julius!”
“Oh my. Be cute. That once troublesome sword has become a human? He is, after all, a man of devilish character. “I never thought it would capture the heart of the Holy Sword.”
“Joe, be quiet! You have a loud voice, you idiot! What are you going to do if that crazy girl hears such a thing? …But do you know me? “Where did you see it?”
“… ….”
Ha. That’s really stupid all the time.
The way she responded to Arnhil’s words by saying stupid things one by one looked just like Cecil when she was pretending to be an idiot, so Julius secretly sighed as he looked at the back of the girl with pure white hair. I rested.
The conversation with Arnhill was like placing pieces on a chessboard, and each word consumed an enormous amount of mental energy.
In such a situation, the Holy Sword’s foolish behavior was like a rain in a drought that brought some comfort to a tired mind.
Even though it was only a substitute for ‘Cecil’. Even that was a blessing to the current Julius.
“You already know the answer. That’s an extremely meaningless question. “Julius.”
“What? She’s a really unpleasant woman! Julius. Don’t talk to a girl like that! Whoa! hehehe!”
“…Is there some kind of relationship between you becoming human and Cecil becoming a devil?”
However, Arnhill was not the place to continue to watch the rest like the sweet rain of the drought.
She didn’t even pay attention to whether or not her holy sword was going to run desperately while waving its short limbs, and she just continued to feed Julius’s thoughts.
Julius continued his unwanted thoughts in tune with the elegant voice of the devil… No, the woman who was the devil.
“The other day. Lionelta would tell you a funny old story. “It’s the story of a mad saint who willingly sacrificed the entire world for her beloved husband.”
It was inside the devil’s nest.
Arnhil talks about the secret story he shared with the Angel of Death as if it were a given.
She, still lying on the broken fragments of the throne, slowly waved her hands as she told the old story of Cecil that Lionel Tar had told her.
-Smurf.
In accordance with her hand gestures, which are reminiscent of brush strokes, the ceiling of the royal palace, with its light red flesh attached to it, is painted over with a painting. A painting depicting a saint with brown hair and a dark red fiery monster.
It was a sight that Julius was also familiar with. A scene where Cecil, who has ascended to the rank of saint, is corrupted into a devil by using the power of an evil thing called the king’s scepter.
“Tsk.”
His brow furrowed at the not-so-pleasant content of the picture.
“There is actually a part missing from that story. “The most important story is missing.”
“…What is missing?”
“It turns out that a devil’s contract always comes with a fair price.”
And the Monstrous Scepter, which transformed a woman named Cecil Lionelta into a demon, also follows that rule very faithfully.
In that case. Cecil Lionelta, a saint of no particular consequence. How much of a price must one pay to become a demon with immense power called Nirhil?
Arnhil whispered, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, as if he was telling a story that no one should hear. She treated the saints of the Telmere Church as ‘fools’.
“… ….”
“Saint Cecil Lionelta became a devil herself in order to retrieve Julius Tapnel, whose very existence was erased by Saint Erman. And in the process, she offered her power of ‘erasure’, which was given to her by Rome as a saint, and her own ‘humanity’ to the royal scepter.”
“…… No way.”
“… ….”
At this point, no matter how stupid she was, she couldn’t help but notice.
Not only Julius, who had become numb from the sweet days with Cecil, but also the Holy Sword, who was waving her arms around with an idiotic expression on his face, also realized this.
The woman in front of me. No, how did a high-ranking devil nicknamed Squishy Desire become a perfect human being? What did she hold hostage that allowed her to maintain such a feminine appearance in front of Julius? She realized it and threw it away.
“The world where Cecil Lionelta was a saint has already disappeared into the distance due to the return of high-ranking devils and saints. But the traces still remained, waiting for the owner to return.”
And I took the remaining ‘trace’. The power of God and humanity itself that Cecil Lionelta had lost, which the King’s scepter kept until the end.
…… Ah, I’ve said it all. It’s no fun like this.
Arnhil grumbles in a playful, childlike tone, completely different from his noble appearance.
However, the story contained in it, the identity of being held hostage by a high-ranking devil, is far from playful.
Julius couldn’t help but feel nervous as he bit his lower lip.
“hahahaha! That’s a really funny expression. “It would have been more fun to see this with her older sister.”
What a waste. Well, you should know how to be satisfied with this level.
Arnhill, who glanced at the scene from the corner of her eye, burst out of her seat with a bright smile on her face. Then, as if it had been waiting, the shadow of Arnhil shook dizzyingly, and a scepter wrapped in dark red flames appeared within it. Before Julius entered the throne room, the sticky magical energy that his sixth sense judged to be Arnhill himself slowly spread around the scepter.
“At this point, you, a smart servant of God, would have realized it, right? Okay. By using the power of the scepter, your lovely wife, Cecil Lionelta, can return to human form. But the essence of her sister. In other words, ‘humanity’ is the state I currently occupy.”
“…… So what are you saying? If I kill you, Cecil will never be able to return to being human. “Do you want to brag that I can’t kill you?”
“Yes, yes! So what! “All you have to do is ignore trivial things like you and lift the spell that attracts whatever you want, and that’s it!”
There is actually a way to return Cecil Lionel Tar, who became a demon, to her human form, and if she kills Arn Hill, who arbitrarily took Cecil’s ‘humanity’, Cecil will never be able to return to human form.
At first glance, it seems like a pretty troubling situation. However, as Julius and the Holy Sword said together, there was no reason for them to ‘must’ kill Arnhill.
As Nerondir said, it’s okay to just ignore everything.
“Uh… Is that what happens?”
When Julius and the Holy Sword reacted more angrily than expected, Arn Hill scratched her head as if she was embarrassed.
“Puhahahaha! Aren’t you stupid? What’s the big deal about not being able to kill them? They’re making such a fuss. It’s okay. Julius. “Just tie up this fool somewhere and disarm the large spell that has been cast on the entire palace.”
Seonggeom, who was watching Arn Hill’s obscene behavior from afar, let out a burst of laughter, slumping his shoulders as if he had lost all his steam.
Then, turning his back on the ‘devil’ woman who was still scratching his head and starting to torment the small stone rolling around on the floor, he walked towards Julius.
No, I was trying to move it.
“So, if there’s a reason to kill someone, it’s a pain in the ass?”
“Uh… Huh?”
That is, until she heard the ominous voice of a woman echoing again from behind her.
“…… “You’re talking as if there’s absolutely a reason to kill you.”
Glancing out of the corner of her eye at the girl who had frozen on the spot after turning her body, Julius also opened her mouth to Arnhil again.
The opponent is the Emperor’s Nightmare. He is a cunning demon with skills second only to Nirhil. Unlike the Holy Sword, whose mind was a flower garden, Julius did not think that the matter would end so easily.
And Julius’s thoughts were exactly right.
No, it would be correct to say that it exceeded expectations and exceeded expectations.
“I’ve been keeping it a secret and not telling anyone until now. “Julius, I’ll tell you something special.”
“… ….”
“There is a reason why you must kill me.”
…… The girl you loved so much. Cecil Lionelta did not actually die from illness.
That poor girl was murdered.
Because, I killed him.
What do you think, do you feel like killing now?