110 – My wife is the devil (17)
#My wife is the devil (17)
-By the way, master. What kind of person is Arnhill?
That question was suddenly thrown to Cecil.
Cecil, who was walking a little hastily while chasing the powerful energy of divine power flowing from the other side of the hallway, was an extremely sane and polite friend of “Ancilla,” The cheeky familiar who has spoken without sarcasm or sarcasm among the few people since she was born. He looked puzzled at the question and tilted his head.
“…… “Hmm, why am I suddenly curious about that?”
-There is a saying that if you get tired, you will burn out. The place where the master currently resides has become a place where magical energy and divine power are not properly expressed due to the influence of powerful beings called high-ranking demons. And that means that if you want to have a smooth and comfortable battle, you must receive my help.
In short, it was a request to teach them information about the enemy in order to come together in advance.
Ancilla kept copies of all high-ranking demons, so she knew them very well, but when it came to the demon Arnhil, she had no information to the point of being ignorant.
‘A lot of information about Arnhill has been kept under wraps for a long time. The owner might know more about this… No, you know the details. After all, Arnhil is Nirhil’s younger brother.’
From the original demon Lionelta to the great mountain serpent Lanahil, the average reproduction rate of high-ranking demon copies stored by Ancilla was approximately 80%. It also means that almost all parts except the personality are perfectly reproduced.
Even in the case of the crazy bicorn “Rangsahil”, Even his personality and habits are reproduced.
-If we are defeated by Arnhill, a disaster may occur. This is a question just to be sure.
In comparison, the copy of Arnhill had a reproduction rate of less than 0.1%. I don’t even know how it fights because when I summon it, all it comes out of is mushy black mud.
So naturally, the only information that Ancilla, who cannot leave Cecil’s nest, knows about Arnhill is that ‘500 years ago, she used the angel of love, Zifnel, to murder Saint Telmere.’ It is.
How ignorant are you when it comes to an enemy you might have to face in just a few minutes? For Ansilla, who was sincere about helping Cecil with her work, regardless of her words and actions, asking Cecil questions about Arnhill to gather information was not an option but a necessity.
“…… Uh.”
However, Ancilla overlooked one big problem. It was overlooked that Cecil’s condition was still that of ‘foolish Cecil’.
Unlike ‘Devil Cecil’, who showed cool-headed judgment and excellent intelligence, Cecil, who was stupid, had a specialty of spouting out truly bizarre nonsense.
And that useless specialty of ‘talking nonsense’ was experienced first-hand by Ancilla with her gigantic body.
Right now.
“What? Are you threatening me now? ‘Kuhehehehe. If you want to fight gracefully and with dignity, you had better cooperate with me. ‘What is this? If you’re going to make such stupid threats to me, you’d better stop right now. Of course, without you, it would be impossible to fight gracefully and with dignity. But if you eliminate all witnesses who saw me fighting, there will be no problem.”
-… ….
What are you saying? Really. When I asked what kind of demon Arnhil was, how on earth did I get an answer like this?
Shouldn’t alumni book answers be called art at this point? Forcibly shaking the trivial thought of her from her head, Ancilla continued her words again.
-…… Common sense tells us that it can’t be like that. How long are you talking about bullsh*t? And what does ‘kuhehehehe’ mean? Such a shallow laugh. Not even a low-class vagrant in the back alley would laugh that way.
“Huh? Weird. Nobles usually laugh like this.
-Such a vulgar laugh in the presence of a woman, much less in front of a priest’s wife. It seems that the noble men of Lyriam have no dignity.
I guess there was some empirical reason behind Cecil’s strange answers to alumni letters.
Well, as long as you keep your mouth shut, Cecil is the most perfect person in the world, so just looking at her beautiful appearance may make you smile like ‘kuhehehehe’.
It was only an estimate of her master’s hardships during his human days, but Ancilla, who still had an idea, spoke to Cecil again.
Instead of the hard and dull tone from before, he spoke in a benevolent and warm tone that was like the morning sunlight. As if he sympathizes with me.
-You went through a lot of troublesome things. Well, isn’t it something that can’t be helped? Since she was born a beautiful woman, it is her fate to be involved in such low-class things. For a planet, I think it’s pretty…
“What are you talking about? I’ve never heard anything like that? “What kind of man in the world would laugh like that in front of a saint’s daughter?”
-…… ?
You mean it wasn’t about the indecent behavior of vulgar aristocratic men?
Cecile narrowed her brows and tilted her head when she heard her familiar’s words, as if Cilla’s guess, which she naturally assumed was an experience she had experienced herself, was wrong.
“When I was young, my father was in charge of my escort. And when I was a pretty girl, Julius was my escort. Ancilla, do you understand? The greatest saint of all time and the strongest Inquisitor of all time were my guards. “If you say even one wrong word, you have a bodyguard by your side who can summarily judge even a nobleman. Would you have common sense and laugh?”
-… Well, it must have been an atmosphere that made you cry, not laugh. It was my mistake. I had forgotten for a moment what an overprotective woman you were when you were still human.
Cecil Lionel Taran Although the words ‘common sense’ that came out of her woman’s mouth were extremely absurd, Ann Silla obediently admitted her mistake in Cecil’s words.
Even though he has now become something that can be safely called an evil spirit, isn’t the man named Julius Tapnell the loving wife who carries Cecil like a child, thinking about what might happen if she falls while walking?
Even now, she is overprotective even though she can defeat the best knight in the world in a second even if she fights with her bare body. She must have been overprotective in the past when she was a really weak woman.
Ancilla, who easily recalled the image of her master fooling around in Julius’s arms while biting her nipple, said that all the nobles in the Kingdom of Lyriam, who had been forced to become decent gentlemen, were not in peace with her men. I prayed for peace. Some of them must have returned to the arms of Lionelta, the angel of death, before dawn, without any mouse or bird knowing.
Ancilla’s second guess was as correct as her first, as several noble families had actually perished in Lyram at the hands of Ehrman and Julius.
“…… Especially Julius? Surprisingly, he is very possessive. Whenever the guy was near me, he would put his arm around my waist. “This woman is mine, so don’t touch her.”
-… ….
What, why on earth does that sound come out all of a sudden?
She just had her mind wandering for a moment and she couldn’t follow the story.
While Ancilla was taking a moment to reflect on her own slip of the tongue, her talk of Cecil’s nonsense had already given way to her talking about how possessive her man, Julius Tapnell, was. .
She keeps telling stories that sound like something she’s heard before. She stayed like this until after dawn the next day when she heard all of her information about Arnhil. She decided to spend some time for self-reflection later and decided to cut off Cecil’s horse’s waist with her sharp knife and eat her.
Aside from this, it also resolves the question of who made the “Kuhehehehe” Laugh. According to Ann Sheila’s common sense, she would not have let out such a ridiculous laugh unless she was an animal whose head was full of mating.
-I’ll say it again, but please only do that kind of entertainment in front of your daughter after everything is done.
“There’s no way I could do something like this in front of Layra. When a devil suddenly appears, introduces her as her mother, and tells a story about something that happened with her father while laughing unpleasantly, the usual response is, ‘How dare the devil insult your mother and father! You’ll think, ‘I’m going to kill you!’ Leila rushing towards me with her hair that resembles Julius’s fluttering… Ah, but that might just be cute.”
-…… I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said. Well then, back to the main point.
“It was about what kind of b*tch Arnhill is, right? Well, to put it in one word.”
-… Who on earth was this crazy nobleman who laughed ‘kuhehehehe’?
“Uh, huh? Was it that way? “They said it was the main topic, so I thought it was Arnhill.”
Cecile scratched her head with a shocked expression in response to Sheila’s question, which seemed to be confusing the point.
A long time ago. Saint Telmir said: Humans resemble their creator, Lord Rom, and familiars resemble their creator, the devil. There is a saying.
In short, Bujeonjeon Mojeonyejeon. That demon is his familiar.
It was the same whether it was Cecile or Ansilla who kept going astray while talking.
I was so curious about the sound of laughter called ‘kuhehehehe’. Ancilla spoke to Cecil in an urgent voice.
-So, please tell me quickly. If the master speaks quickly, there will be no time wasted at all.
“I think it’s already a waste of money… I can’t help but be curious. You mean that kuhehehehe smile? To be exact, that’s not what I heard. “That’s what Julius next to me heard.”
-I am not curious about anything before or after the situation. So who on earth laughed like that?
“So, to be exact, they are royalty, not nobles. What kind of princess was she? What was the name von Lyriam? Even though he looked fine, he was drooling and behaved obscenely in front of Julius? I wasn’t doing anything, but I was really surprised that he was doing something strange by himself. “I was going to make you get hit by water and not be able to come to the prom.”
-…… In the meantime, it seems like you were planning on doing something. At this point, it’s really amazing.
I suddenly learned about the dark history of one of the princesses of the Kingdom of Lyriam. And what did she do in the past to win the saint’s daughter’s love?
-Hmm. Well anyway. Now it’s time to get back to the real point. That’s as far as responding to the owner’s nonsense.
There are still some unclear points – such as why the princess behaved in such an indecent manner, and why Cecil was not reprimanded even after daring to throw water at the princess – but there is Ancilla who has resolved some of the doubts in her own way. I cleared my throat a few times and cleared my voice.
From now on, we need to clear our minds and have a serious conversation. The trivial chatter was simply a warm-up process to turn the stupid Cecil Lionelta back into the intelligent Cecil Lionelta.
Although it went a little too far into her personal curiosity, Ancilla’s outrageous behavior actually had an effect. This was because immediately after Ancilla started talking nonsense, Cecile’s eyes, with her stupid-looking face, gradually turned a dark shade of blue. ‘Nirhil’, unable to see the two of them playing drums and drums and talking nonsense, had regained some of his personality.
“…… Don’t worry, you’re just saying nonsense. “You deserve to be punished for trying to satisfy low-level personal curiosity in this urgent situation, but since the situation is urgent, I will postpone punishment until later.”
Cecile spoke, her eyes eerily sharp, as if the relaxed and relaxed atmosphere from earlier was a lie.
-Is this really true? It’s so unfair.
She was just helping out with loyalty, but when she was struck by lightning, the sound of a bolt came out of Silas’s mouth without her knowledge.
I knew from the beginning that this would happen, and although it was 100% intentional, it was still unfair. For some reason, I felt like I had been stabbed in the back by a close friend.
However, Cecil dismissed her complaints as if she had no interest in Ann’s complaints and continued her speech.
“Don’t complain. “It’s a waste of time to do that.”
-…… Sorry.
Cecil was clearly the one who started the nonsense, but she ended up getting scolded by him for talking nonsense.
Although she felt that it was a little, no, a lot of injustice, Ancilla did not make any excuses in the end and just bowed her head obediently to Cecile’s words.
I couldn’t even imagine confronting Cecil as the Demon Queen, even though I was the idiot Cecil.
The strange charisma radiating from her entire body made me want to get down on my knees and bow her head. She wanted to at least make an oath of submission to prove that her loyalty had not changed.
Cecil’s talent was that of a wicked woman, and she used to subjugate and dominate others very effectively just by her aura. It is not a coincidence but an inevitability that her power as a demon is the power to subjugate and dominate countless familiars.
What’s more, even Julius, who was known for his strong will, was constantly shaken and tormented by the temptations of the devil Cecil. It was on a completely different level from the idiot Cecile, who held a dog’s leash and her eyes sparkled.
“It will take a year to find him, even if I walk around on her feet like this. She’s going to unleash her familiars throughout the palace. “We need to work a little more efficiently.”
-…… If you release a large number of familiars, the chances of Arnhill and Erman noticing you increase significantly. Then, there is a high possibility that danger will come to you and your husband-
“It doesn’t matter. It is a self-evident fact that sooner or later our location will be discovered by that b*tch Arnhill. Since he’s going to get caught anyway, it’s better to release the familiar and help him find the right path quickly. “If I can attack Arnhill with a quick decision, I can also serve as a check on my father.”
…… I wonder if there was really any point in keeping my father in check in the first place.
The couple seemed to resemble each other, and Cecil—the devil—immediately came up with a plan that was surprisingly similar to the method Julius came up with, and ordered Ancilla to do so.
-Okay. I will release about 300 familiars that are good at tracking. So, the name of the middle manager is… Kkamangi? What the heck, someone named their familiar so roughly. It’s not some kind of street mutt. What is a black dog?
“It’s a name I made up myself.”
-…… We will track down your husband, led by Mr. Kamang.
“Let it be so.”
Cecil calmly answered Ancilla’s words again as she carefully put the dog leash in her hand into the pocket of her skirt—it was completely invisible on the outside, so it seemed like it was a enchanted pocket. I walked slowly.
─Caw! Caw!
─Sigh.
─Kikluk! Kikluk!
─Wow!
─So, why do you keep screaming when you can talk normally?
─Kak!
“Find my love Julius quickly. “I will not forgive failure.”
Step by step, feet wearing slightly worn-out shoes. Every time I step onto the tentacle-covered ground. From the shadows cast at Cecil’s feet, familiars of all kinds poured into this world like water.
From a quadrupedal woman with a big mouth to a hideous monster with crab-like legs and big eyes. Among her nearly infinite group of familiars, those most adept at ‘tracking’ spread out throughout the palace to find their nemesis, Julius Tapnel.
-Caw, caw!
Among them, it was a little later that the jackdaw-shaped familiar, the smallest and dwarf in stature, found Julius first.
“Just in case, make a sword. “I might have to use my body to fight myself.”
Cecil narrowed her eyes as she looked at the large number of priests who were starting to appear dimly in the distance and spoke.
-I have already prepared a copy of my husband’s sword, Nerondir. Since it uses demonic power instead of divine power, it should be called a demonic sword rather than a holy sword.
“Well done. It might break when fighting Arnhill, so prepare one… No, two more. “I’ll have to use Julius too.”
-Do you mind if I ask for some reason?
“Nerondir, even though that cheeky thing dared to take on the appearance of a woman, he deceived me and stayed by his side. We have to seal it again. “I will tell Julius later that he will use the sword you made.”
Even though she had bent her back like a bow and thrown her into the hideous tentacle monster’s lair, Cecil still seemed to have lost her grip on the Holy Sword, and she spoke the terrifying words that she would reseal the Holy Sword once this fight was over.
The outrageous blasphemy of giving the magic sword to Julius, the representative of the golden angel Tapnel, was an added bonus.
-Now, I think I can provide reliable assistance if I have information about Arnhill.
Ancilla, who had completed all her duties as instructed by her Cecile in an instant, turned to her and asked her carefully again.
A clumsy way of speaking that is embarrassing to even compare to when dealing with idiot Cecil.
Cecil, who felt a deep sense of déjà vu at the sight of the short-haired woman trying to roast and eat tentacles over a bonfire lit in the distance by a voice so polite and courteous that it was said to be the best since the creation of Ancilla, put her hand between her eyes. He picked it up, frowned, and opened his mouth.
“Hmm. “I’m telling you this now, but the truth is, even if I told you about Arnhill, there probably wouldn’t be a better way for you to help me here.”
-Of course it may be so. No, it’s much more likely. But I think now is the time to regret even the slightest possibility.
If the strength of the opponent is almost equal, ultimately it is a bit of luck and a fleeting flash of light that determines victory or defeat.
Cecil, who was skeptical about the utility value of telling Scylla the information about Arnhill, listened to her words and seemed to think that she had a point, so she looked a little annoyed, but eventually kept that heavy mouth. Started to open.
“To be honest. “I’m very, very reluctant to talk about Arnhill.”
Cecil says that she did not want to give information about her younger brother to her familiar, who can safely be called her last special move.
When I was stupid Cecil, I thought she was talking ridiculous nonsense. I guess the reason she kept saying such trivial nonsense was because she didn’t want to talk about Arnhill and was spinning her words around.
No, it has to be that way. Even for the honor of the devil named Cecil. I’m not sure if there’s already more honor left to be lost here.
After hearing Cecil’s excuse, which was not an excuse, Ancilla was convinced in her own way. But soon a new question arose.
-That’s a bit strange. I was sealed with you not long after it was created, so I don’t know the details, but I do know that the demon Arnhill is related to Nirhil and her sisters.
It is natural for sisters to grow up fighting, so it is a common occurrence for them to not get along.
But no matter what, she used the word ‘reluctant’ when talking about her sister, with whom she had spent an unimaginable amount of time. Doesn’t she feel very different from when she spoke about Lionel Ta, with whom she had a similar relationship?
Not suitable for her large size, five minutes before this nonsense, Ansila, overflowing with interest in her family relationships, decided to focus her attention on digging into this area. I thought that maybe I could get a clue as to why all these tragedies occurred.
“Sisters? You have to speak straight. I am an only child. “She is the only daughter of Saint Erman Lionelta.”
Should I say this was as expected or unexpected?
Even though Scylla knew that Arnhil was Nirhil’s sister, Cecile shamelessly tried to deny her sisterly relationship by bringing up her human days.
-Isn’t that just a human perspective? Technically, you died as a human and were reborn as a demon. You have changed too much to only discuss family relationships from when you were human. Even though you have experienced sublimation as a unit of existence, please stop doing the childish thing of trying to deny that you are still a devil.
Even though Julius Tapnel confirmed that he was a devil, did he still hate himself?
It was so pitiful and sad to see him denying his identity as a devil and clinging only to his former self, and eventually trying to act out his past self while covering himself with his own skin.
Ancilla put her bitter words for Cecil into her mouth, ready to receive her great punishment.
Cecile, who was actually the object of her heavy pity, was driven crazy by her anncilla’s sudden pity and pounded her chest with her eyes wide open, as if she was going to jump up and down. That is.
“Ha… Ansilla. That’s not what I’m saying right now. “I’m not saying things like, ‘From now on, you’re not my little brother!'”
-If we look at the place called ’empty’ from a biological perspective. The place where countless demons were born can be said to be a place similar to a kind of womb. In other words, your relationship with Arnhill perfectly fits the definition of ‘sister.’ Since she initially referred to the original demon Lionel Tar as her family, it seems that the same is true for Arnhill.
“Okay. Everything you said is correct. That’s right. If you think about it that way, all the devils in the world and the world are just like brothers and sisters. “Can I tell you how many devils there are in the world?”
-… ….
At the familiar smell of ‘firefox’ that penetrates her nostrils mixed with the stuffy air of the palace corridors, Cecile’s nerves gradually begin to fray, and she dismisses Annsilla’s theory of Nirhil and Arnhil sisters as nonsense and agrees with her. I frowned.
It seemed like she really didn’t want to be called a sister to Arnhil.
‘…… Isn’t it true?’
At this point, Ancilla, who had been inquiring about Arn Hill as part of her interrogation, began to doubt the reliability of the little information she had.
Still, it should be ‘common sense’ to demons and familiars that Nirhil and Arnhil are sisters.
However, when she was pounding her chest and saying that she wasn’t really the idiot Cecil and that she wasn’t really the devil Cecil, she couldn’t help but insist that she was a sister.
-Really… Isn’t it?
“I know what you mean. The place where I was reborn as a demon and the place where Arnhill was born are both empty. In a way, you could say they are sisters. It’s just empty words, but it’s not like I’ve never called them sisters. However, I have never thought of Arnhill as a real sister. Even if it’s not just me, any devil who has even the slightest acquaintance with it will find it unpleasant.”
-I’m really curious at this point. What on earth is Arnhil so different from other demons that makes demons feel uncomfortable seeing him?
If you ask anyone in the world right now, they would say 100 out of 100. When asked about the most unpleasant being in the world, everyone will unanimously say that it is the devil.
The devil is a being that drives humans to destruction just by being involved with them.
Those who have lost hope are given what they want most, and the moment they finally feel happiness, everything is taken away. Malicious beings who ridicule and trample on humans’ desire to be happy.
Then, what kind of demon is Arnhil, who makes even such vicious demons feel uncomfortable?
I’m not sure, but compared to Cecil, I think Cecil might look like an angel. Thought Ancilla.
“All humans feel instinctive discomfort when they see the devil. “It’s the same whether it’s Julius, the Count of Arran, or even a demon who has completely assimilated a human.”
-Your husband is not like that….
“No. Julius must be feeling uncomfortable seeing me too. “It’s just that it doesn’t show because your love for me is so much greater than your discomfort.”
-… ….
Actually, what Cecil said was true.
Until I found out that the identity of the devil in Cecil’s body was Cecil himself. Julius implicitly expressed his displeasure at everything his wife did when he returned to life.
“The reason why the priests of Rom, who have good senses, are displeased when they see a mimicked demon is simple. “Because the mimicry is perfect.”
-…… Isn’t it good if the mimicry is perfect?
“I used to think that way too. But, it wasn’t like that.”
From meeting Julius in Kente Village to now in Darkana, filled with memories from when I was a boy and girl.
Cecil, who struggled tirelessly to win his love again, realized one interesting thing through those experiences.
Perfect mimicry was the reason that caused instinctive rejection.
“When I was trying to embody myself perfectly? Julius eventually abandoned me and tried to take Lionelta’s hand. However, when I looked more disheveled than before, he hugged me tightly.”
-Even if you say that, I can’t understand. And do you really have to treat yourself like that?
“In short, ‘perfection’ is the problem. “A devil’s mimicry that is more perfect than the human being who is the object of mimicry can never be a perfect mimicry.”
‘Perfection’ without any flaws becomes a defect in itself.
Because at the point where it has surpassed the original, it cannot be said to be the same as the original.
-Are you saying that being too perfect in reproducibility is actually poison?
“It’s just a personal opinion. It’s just that Julius and I did it. Still, I don’t think it’s entirely wrong. “I’ve felt that way myself.”
That instinctive discomfort.
-…… You are talking about Arnhill.
After a long conversation, the veil of the devil called Arnhill was finally about to be lifted a little.
At the meaningful words that finally came out of Cecile’s mouth, Ann Silas listened to her words with the feeling that her eyes narrowed when she didn’t even know they were there.
“The place where the first encounter with Arnhill took place was not the void. A star is created where humans can live. “I encountered them only when the sun and moon appeared in the night sky and the first dynasty was established on the continent.”
There was a time when she had lost even her own name and only thought of Julius, shedding tears endlessly.
One day she counted the stars in the night sky and dreamed of the day she would meet him again. ‘It’ suddenly appeared in front of me.
“The moment I see it. I felt it.”
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Fear.
“The moment it opened its mouth. I felt it.”
Unbearable discomfort.
“The moment it held my hand and called me ‘sister.’ I felt it.”
That it is a lie.
-…… Lie, what do you mean?
“Did I tell you that humans feel uncomfortable when they see the perfect mimicry of the devil? Actually, the devil feels the same way.”
The distance from the fire fox with the now familiar short hair was only a few meters.
Feeling that she could no longer hold back the jealousy boiling deep within her heart, Cecil turned to Ansila as a second high-ranking demon. He told me a clue about the identity of the soggy desire “Arnhill”.
“Arnhill is not a pure evil. “It’s something that pretends to be a devil, mimicking a devil.”
The devil can mimic any being in the world.
Whether it is an angel, a dragon, a divine beast, a beast, or a human. Even more so if you are a gutter rat rolling around in the mud.
If it is a living thing, as long as there is a corpse left, the devil can be anything.
“That’s why Arnhill is a more completely ‘diabolical’ devil than any other devil.”
And the devil is also a living being.
So of course,
The devil too. Becomes the object of mimicry.