111 – My Wife is the Devil (17.5)
#A story that happened 500 years ago
“… ….”
One night, the harsh sun that drives out evil disappears, and the benevolent moon that gives light even to beings steeped in emptiness fills the night sky.
Telmere Tapnel, the Golden Vicar, a man who would later be remembered by everyone in the world with the title of the first saint, was sitting on a wooden chair randomly placed in the middle of the church, waiting for someone.
“…… “You’re a little late.”
Telmir touched the somewhat embarrassing love letter that he had kept inside his wide priest’s robes, and glanced at his lips in response to his nervousness.
His lips, which had been parched by the wind blowing from the barren land, became slightly moist.
Of course, his heart, which was unable to overcome his nervousness and was now torn apart and twisted in the extreme, was still in a dry state.
For a man who came up with the idea of confessing his love through a love letter in these days of confusion, he felt a little uneasy.
“…… Angel Zifnel.”
As it was not yet completed, Telmir looked at the main gate, which was just pure white without the reliefs of archangels engraved on it, and spoke the name of a woman… No, an angel.
In fact, it was also the reason why he sat in the middle of an empty church and struggled with anxiety that grew by the minute.
An angel of love and charity, and of war and prophecy.
Archangel Zifnel.
An angel who taught Telmir, a priest who swore never to lust after a woman’s skin for the rest of his life, what love is. Yet, she is a strange woman who says she does not know anything about love.
And finally, the owner of the love letter that Telmir himself wrote and keeps in my arms.
After the end of the era of emperors, he was declared a saint with the enthusiastic support of the people. The reason he sat alone in an empty church was, in short, a confession of love.
It is the very confession of love that makes his heart tickle and his head fill with pink.
How dare he confess that to the daughter of the god he serves. Telmir, who once again realized that the series of actions he was about to do were extremely sacrilegious, scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
“…… Strictly speaking, this would also be blasphemy. Since this is breaking a taboo, I don’t know if I will be stripped of the title of saint. No, you will definitely be deprived of it.”
The first saint to go down in history retired in disgrace from the start.
If the confession was successful, he would have to run away with an angel at night, and if the confession failed, he would have to commit seppuku. In either case, a dishonorable retirement was certain.
So, I hope the confession is successful if possible. In a way, it was natural to think that.
Of course, some may say this. Can’t you just choose not to confess? Even the saint’s own reason knew that this was right.
“But we can’t stop. “Isn’t that right?”
However, despite this, Telmir chose the path to achieve his love.
Even if I fail, even if I get criticized by everyone.
“Thank you, Rome.”
He had a stern expression that did not match his fragile face at all, and was reciting a prayer-like prayer to himself to the god he worshiped. He was, of course, a maniac in love. In a good way.
If he was crazy in a bad sense, lightning would probably have fallen on his head right now. So, it’s definitely crazy in a good way.
“…… “I haven’t grown my hair since I was little, but is it still worth looking at like this?”
Nerondir.
Although the appointed time had already passed, Telmere stroked his hair, using the transparent body of the holy sword in his hand as a mirror while waiting for Jeep Nel, who still showed no sign of coming.
In response to his clumsy hand gestures, his bright blonde hair, which felt a bit long, flowed here and there.
After becoming a priest, he always went around with his head shaved because it interfered with prayer, but every time we met, he asked, ‘Tellmere, what is it? That ridiculous head. He couldn’t resist Ziphnel’s malicious teasing, saying, ‘Isn’t he going around with the intention of destroying the devil by reflecting the sun’s light?’, So he ended up raising it again.
“It’s really sad that your tastes don’t match those you love. Personally, I wish Jifnel would shave his head with me.”
Of course, if we talk like this, the differences will not end there. I’d probably get beaten up with my fist.
He has a rather unique taste for shaving his head, and he seems to have been secretly harboring an ambitious ambition to shave off all of the Archangel’s hair.
Kikik──
──Tak.
“…… So. If you have a daughter… Ah, it looks like Jifnel has finally arrived.”
It was only for a moment that I was able to spit out words that were close to self-questioning without getting tired of dealing with the holy sword that had no answer or response.
At the sound of the front door carved out of pure white marble opening in the distance, Telmere carefully placed the holy sword he was holding in his hand on the spot where he had been sitting a moment ago.
“Nerondir. You stay here for a moment. I’ll be back soon. “I really want to see you again with a smile on your face.”
-… ….
“I was hoping you would give me an answer at least once. It’s such a pity. “For one reason or another, you and I have been together for quite a long time.”
-… ….
“…… After all, I guess I wasn’t your true master.”
Whoa. Telmir shrugged his shoulders as if he was a little disappointed to see the Holy Sword not saying anything even at this moment as he put down the Holy Sword and the title of Saint.
Ever since Telmir succeeded in holding and wielding the holy sword as a boy, he never left Neron Dir alone. As if he was taking care of his own younger sister.
Of course, it was only when subjugating high-ranking demons that the archangels, not Telmir, wielded the holy sword and swung it, but unless it was a special situation, they almost always carried it in their hands.
‘His grandfather said that a true master can even hear the voice of the Holy Sword. ‘Am I still lacking?’
The Telmir family that produced the first saint was a blacksmith family.
And the holy sword Nerondir was the best and final work created by the Telmir family.
In short, it was an heirloom. And it was also a keepsake.
The family members of Telmere were torn limb from limb by the hands of the high-ranking demon “Arnhill” For creating a troublesome object called the Holy Sword.
And in the end, Telmir was not completely chosen by Gabo, whom he had cherished his whole life.
As if the real ‘owner’ had already been decided.
Maybe that’s why I felt a little resentful and tried to complain at the end, but as expected, I was the same.
There was no answer. At this point, I even start to wonder if I can really talk.
Well, even if my grandfather’s words about being able to talk were false, it didn’t matter. In the long war between the emperor and the devil, the Holy Sword was like his only family.
“Good luck with my love, Nerondir. “I will also pray to God that you will find a master who will cherish and love you.”
-… ….
In fact, his true master, Julius Tapnel, whom Nerondir chose after rejecting Telmir, was a man who was a fool and only wanted to throw the noisy holy sword into a volcano, but that was still a story from the distant future.
─Telmere. Where are you? What on earth are you doing by calling me and not even showing my face?
“Yikes. I really have to go now. Then… “I will definitely come back with success.”
Far away, in front of the large main gate of the church, hearing the voice of Zif Nell, who could not stand it any longer and was starting to get irritated, Telmere waved her hand at Neron Dir, who was struggling, and then quickened her steps.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-
-… ….
──Tsuzu, that is.
And as if foretelling his future, Telmir disappeared in front of me and at the same time, the transparent and pure white body of the holy sword, which seemed to have been carved from an ice cap, waved dangerously and instantly turned pitch black.
The Holy Sword’s own will has been sealed.
In the magic power of the seal that colored the body of the holy sword, the extremely ominous energy of a high-ranking demon was felt.
If Telmir had seen this, he would have been able to at least guess what the future would be like for him.
Unfortunately, ‘fate’ was not on his side, and Telmir, who did not notice that there was a high-ranking demon alive and unsealed, simply imagined in his head that if he had a daughter, he would name her Yerica or Martina. It was just a matter of hastening my pace.
“It’s late. “Do you think it makes sense to call someone and then be late yourself?”
“Sorry about this. I had a moment to talk with Nerondir. And strictly speaking, Jifnel is not a person. He is greater than that, an angel.”
“What do you say? Even if you paint my face with gold, I won’t forgive you. Talking to a piece of sword that can’t even speak? Telmere. Don’t you know how embarrassing that is from the viewer’s perspective? “How is this any different from a girl who talks to a doll and throws rocks at it as part of family role play?”
“hahahaha. Isn’t it good? It’s not easy to hear people say that I look like a little girl at this age. “I understand this by saying you live young.”
“…… Let’s not talk. “Stop talking.”
Telmere, who was so nervous that he ran away in a cold sweat, felt all his tension and nervousness disappear when he saw Zifnel spitting out harsh words as soon as he saw his face.
It was impossible not to notice as the shameless words flowed out like fresh green water, as if the tongue had been greased.
“So, why did you call me in the middle of this eerie night? “Do you feel like you’re a man and want to act like a man?”
As always, Ziff Nel narrowed the corners of her eyes as if she was a little tired of Telmere teasing her with one tongue. She then shook her head and made the same joke as always.
It’s been 20 years since I enjoyed telling lame jokes with Saint Telmir, the first friend I made after coming down to the human world.
Now, I don’t hesitate to tell such dangerous jokes. After all, Saint Telmere was a man who cared for her woman, so when she tried to make jokes like this, all she got in return was nagging, or even more annoying nagging.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Okay, okay. You have to maintain your dignity. I also don’t say things like this in front of anyone other than you. Especially in front of Nirhil, who pretends to be noble, if you don’t follow manners, you will only be ridiculed…….”
…… Huh? What did he just say?
Contrary to Zifnel’s expectations, who thought that the same nagging as always would come out, the words that came out of her saint’s mouth were neither nagging nor more annoying nagging.
“I like you. Zipnel.”
The words that came out of his mouth were a confession of love.
It is not a confession that is turned around with rhetoric, but a straightforward confession that clearly shows the intention to break through at once in a straight line.
“…… Uh, uh.”
“Oh, by the way, I forgot the letter. Actually, I should have read this part first. So, ‘the day I first met you with skin as white as white jade. For the first time, I realized what love was…….’.”
“Wait a minute! Just stop. “Stop!”
I guess the original plan was to confess with unfamiliar and lengthy rhetoric.
After scratching my head in embarrassment, I belatedly opened the letter.
Seeing Telmir’s foolish appearance as he tried to start a recitation at the wrong time, Ziphnel desperately waved his arms around.
“…… Uh, is there something wrong? “I prepared really hard.”
“It would be difficult to suddenly say something like that. “You like me, but you haven’t shown me anything like that?!”
“…… I just didn’t show it. It’s not sudden either. For a very long time… “I have been longing for you.”
Unlike the angel of love, who continued her gibberish here and there as if she was embarrassed, Saint Telmere spoke slowly, showing a firm resolve that did not match her fragile-looking face, as if she had strengthened her resolve. It was.
“You are a priest. Priests can’t get married. “You decided it yourself when you created the denomination.”
“It doesn’t matter. “I can give up my path as a priest for you.”
“…… I’m an angel. “I’m not Raynell and there’s no way I could be in that kind of relationship with a human.”
“Please be human for me. I will make you happy for the rest of your life.
“… ….”
‘He suddenly… ‘Why is it like this?’
Jifnel became mute after hearing Telmir’s words, full of determination to be with you for sure.
At this point, the problem wasn’t that she dared to receive a confession from an insignificant person. The saint who had lived an ascetic life to the point where she wondered if she was actually a s*xual cripple, and now that the decisive battle with her high-ranking demon was over and she stood on top of all others, did she confess her love to herself? , I became curious about the reason.
“Well, I understand. I understand. “Let me ask you just one question.”
“Please tell me.”
“Who blew on you? It’s a shame to say this, but you’re a coward. “You’re a coward too.”
“… ….”
As Jifnel said, Saint Telmir was a human being who was far from the brave and faithful battle priest known to later generations.
Of course, that does not mean that Telmir is a person who cannot be used. Because he was a man who worshiped Rom, who was given more faithfully than anyone else in the world.
“Certainly, I am a coward. He has an overly cautious personality. But when she saw her, she realized. “Sometimes, you have to move forward without hesitation to get what you want.”
The meaning of the word “Coward” Uttered by Jifnel was that even if a person is cautious, he or she is too cautious.
There is a saying that you can cross a stone bridge by tapping on it, but Telmir was the type of person to beat on a stone bridge to the point of going a little too far. So much so that the stone bridge they were pounding on crumbled.
For him to do something out of impulse rather than prudence, Jeanel, who was more curious than embarrassed by the saint’s sudden confession of love, thought she wanted to listen to him a little more. .
“If you say so, that’s right. Someone lied to you. So? “Who is the woman who said such foolish things about having to move forward without hesitation to get what you want?”
“…… It was Nirhil. “The high-ranking demon we sealed inside the statue a few days ago.”
Although he was a little intimidated by Zifnel’s tone, which was clearly cold and sharp unlike before, Telmir answered her words with sincerity.
I haven’t heard the answer to my confession yet. It seems like the direction of the difference has already been determined, but in this world, you have to go to the end to find out. It would not be too late to consider suicide a little later.
“Huh. Her sister said that. “She is such a consistent woman.”
“…… “Sister?”
“Tafnell I mistook her for her sister. So? Did Nirhil say that to you?”
“… Yes, before being completely sealed inside the steel statue. We had some time to chat. “He was very reluctant to talk to me, but when I brought up the story about the emperor, he joined in the conversation for a while.”
Though he felt a little suspicious, Telmir continued to tell Zifnel the story of what happened between him and Nirhil.
Ziffnell is a woman too, she thought like a fool, so there would be times when her nerves got on edge.
Like this, the emotion of love sometimes blinded even the eyes of a saint with the wisest insight in the world.
And looking at the skit created by human emotions that should be beautiful, Annel smiled bitterly.
“What did we talk about? “Nir Hill won’t talk to her man for some time.”
“There was only one question I asked. The question was, ‘Why did you give a man named King such a cruel death throughout his life?'”
“What is the answer? “It’s obvious, but I want to hear it just in case.”
“…… The name has been tarnished. He said. Then she suddenly started laying out her values for her own love without me even asking.”
“You got into this accident because you were taken aback by her repeated words about her love.”
“…… There is no shame. But still, the devil’s words were beautiful. “It was a word with a brilliant sparkle, like the sun that colors the sky with its own colors.”
“…… What a blessed woman. Even though it’s just a crazy b*tch, everyone praises it as beautiful. Well, because she had that specialness, she must have caused a real ‘miracle’.”
In response to Nirhil’s reflections on love, Saint Telmir even mentions the word ‘sun’, which is a very inappropriate metaphor for the devil.
As a priest of the Roman Church (tentative name), she was said to be the best and was full of praise and blasphemy. She kept her mouth pursed and showed an uncharacteristic sarcasm to Telmere.
No, maybe it was just my attitude.
“I’m sorry. “I made a mistake.”
Telmere, who belatedly realized what a big mistake it was to praise another woman’s words, especially the devil, in front of the woman who had confessed to her earlier, tried to somehow resolve the situation.
But.
“It’s okay. I understand everything. In short, it means that Nirhil’s love was beautiful.”
Contrary to the expectation that it would be the worst, Jifnel covered her mouth and laughed, showing him the appearance of an angel of extreme kindness and love.
Seeing that beautiful and somehow heart-warming sight, all Telmir could do was to respond sincerely to her words. As she once again realized how noble the woman she had fallen in love with was.
“…… “Do you understand?”
“But then you can’t use Telmere. I don’t know if it’s in front of me, the angel of love, but if you say something like this in front of another angel, I’ll be very shocked. Of course, it’s not something I would say in front of someone who has confessed that I want her to be my life-long companion.”
“Oh, sorry. But my feelings for you…… !”
“I know. Your heart Actually, there’s no way you don’t know. After all, I am an angel of love.”
‘Ah, ah. Poor Telmere. ‘It’s like playing a pitiful clown without knowing what the future holds for you.’
Her speaking style was once again similar to Jeep Nel’s speaking style, no, as she showed off the appearance of an angel of love and kindness more perfect than herself, her cheeks blushed and she sang about her love in a hurry.
Others thought that Telmir was like a clown wearing funny makeup and doing stupid things. And at the same time, she also felt an unbearable affection for him.
‘I cried out until I was dry and worn out that I didn’t know anything about love, but in the end, I was an angel whose head was filled with a field of pink flowers.’
Surprised by the clear feeling of love he felt from deep within his heart, he suddenly thought that he felt sorry for the saint who hesitated and expressed his love in front of him.
If it weren’t for the saboteur like himself, Telmere would have reaped the fruits of the love he has cherished his whole life today. She would have broken the taboo of being a priest and offered her all to one woman.
Rom’s noble wife would surely have accepted his confession of love. I might have just twitched my mouth curtly. I wouldn’t have let go of his hand as he ran away at night.
But it’s all in vain.
This will not happen.
Because I changed it.
It should end with a happy ending.
Because I twisted the “Fate” Of Saint Telmir.
“There is no need to keep saying this and that. The answer to your cheeky confession. “I’m going to tell you now.”
“…… Hmm. “Please speak as soon as possible.”
Endless misfortune will bloom here tonight.
Everyone will cry out with one voice that it was a sad and tragic incident.
However, all of this is just a dry run. Greater misfortune. A simple rehearsal for an action that will result in a bigger tragedy.
“I like you too.”
“… “Yes, yes?”
“I like you too. Well, human lifespan is short. “It would be okay to play married couple with you for a few hundred years.”
“…… Ah, uh, that, that.”
“Let’s raise the three or four mourners to get better. As the demigod’s bloodline increases, it will be easier to protect the human kingdom from high-ranking demons who will one day be released from the seal. “I also want to enjoy your strange love story.”
“…… “Are you serious?”
“Why do I lie? Rather, it was difficult to wait until now. “I thought you were sleeping?”
“Well, you don’t have to say such vulgar things. “She is the second daughter of Rom, the Lord!”
“They said you should be human. If I run away with you at night, my position as an archangel will be cut. Probably definitely.”
So, for you who are so pitiful. At least I’ll give you happy dreams at the end.
You were a great training subject, Telmere. After seeing you, I became convinced of how fatal her love would be for both ‘him’ and ‘her’.
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“…… “I’m sorry about that.”
“So? What are you going to do after beating the saint and running away at night? I don’t want to do things like work. “In heaven, everything is always handed over to me.”
“I have walked the path of priesthood, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do other things. “I have been continuously honing my Yajang (冶匠) skills since I was young.”
“Hmm. “Then you can at least feed me?”
“…… “It’s not enough to feed one person, but it can feed about 10 people.”
“Really? Well then, I’m glad. “In about 10 years, we will have a big family.”
“… ….”
Ha. You are in a happy dream, Telmere.
What a foolish emotion love is.
Even the mind of the wisest sage in the world is crushed in front of the poison called love.
It is so pitiful, pitiful, and sad to see him struggling in a fantasy that will never come.
I will end your life before you are ruined any more.
“…… Actually, there is no need for Jifnel to do such a thing…….”
“… ….”
After deciding to break the fleeting dream, Arn Hill slowly raised her head and caught Telmir’s face with her eyes.
When I saw him fidgeting and not knowing what to do with his love that had finally come to fruition, I felt like I wanted to quit everything right now.
Of course, these thoughts were not Arnhill’s own. The devil named Arnhill was too ‘diabolical’ to have such soft thoughts. Naturally, this was Archangel Zifnel’s idea.
It was a weak feeling created by her unconsciousness as her body was stolen while she was still alive and even her mind was swallowed up by Arn Hill.
It was just a natural reaction, as Zifnel must have been feeling affectionate toward Telmir, even if she wasn’t conscious of it.
‘Zipnel. Let it be clearly engraved in her eyes. ‘The end of the human you love.’
Sensing Zifnel’s emotions, which were weak to the point of being fragile, but showing stronger resistance than any other resistance, Arnhill slowly moved her steps forward.
We have already learned enough about how much the emotion of love destroys humans.
So, there is no reason to kill the saint in front of you. Zipnel’s body, which he currently occupies, will also no longer be controllable in a few minutes.
This also meant that the sleeping archangel would soon open his eyes.
You will end up holding a useless grudge.
And that too, the grudge of Zifnel, the angel of love with a reputation as the most powerful angel.
“Still, it can’t be helped. “What should I do with what I want to see?”
“…… Yes? “What do you mean?”
“It’s proof that you love me. Um, maybe a kiss would be enough?”
“…… You mean a kiss? Well, I’m so sorry to tell you, but I’ve never done anything like that in my life…….”
“Then, close your eyes. Because I will do it. Tsk. I asked the woman to do this and sat down. “He seems like a pathetic man.”
“… Sorry.”
But there is nothing we can do. Literally, it is truly unavoidable.
What should I do with what I want to see? When she saw with her own eyes the one she loved piercing her own heart right before her eyes.
At that time, he saw the deep, deep despair that Saint Telmere saw. How can you just pass it up?
There is no way I can tolerate something like that. At least I can’t stand it myself.
Arnhill slowly savors his own terrible thoughts, which cannot be expressed in any other way other than that they are terrible both as a human, as an angel, and even more so as a devil. He moved Zifnell’s body, not his own, to stand directly in front of him.
“Are your eyes closed? “You’re not squinting, are you?”
“No. Surely. “I’m wrapping it tightly.”
“Then…” … Do? You’re really opening your eyes, aren’t you? “If I catch you with your eyes open, I think you’ll die.”
“It’s really not showing up. “Have I ever disobeyed your orders?”
“…… “That’s not it.”
You will die today because you did not disobey the order.
Telmere had her eyes tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, as if she was really looking forward to being kissed by an angel.
Arnhil stood in front of a man with a frail appearance, who could not be imagined as a combat priest who had survived countless battles, and instead of kissing him on the lips, he began to bring out the power contained in Zipnel’s body.
The power of love is “Infinite.”
A flame resembling a cherry blossom leaf, constantly using each other’s bodies as firewood, spreads infinitely, silently spreading from the heart to the outside of the body.
The archangel’s fist, which had broken the bones of countless demons, was aimed at the saint’s chest to break his heart.
But.
“…… After all, you weren’t her. She was shocked, but I realized she just looked at her face. Arn Hill. “The Archangel does not blush like a lovelorn girl.”
“…… Under. Telmere, I told you to keep your eyes closed. “He seems like a foolish man.”
──Tooong!
Luckily, the angel’s slender arms were not able to pierce Saint Telmere’s chest.
Power of Faith “Golden”.
This is because the power of the archangel, which explosively amplifies the power just by dwelling in it, regardless of whether it is a flame, a weapon, or even a human body, bloomed from the saint’s entire body.
A man who one day succeeded in completely erasing himself from this world.
However, due to a miracle caused by a girl who was supposed to be nothing more than a chess piece, Arnhil opened his mouth, frowning at the archangel’s beautiful brow at the manifestation of power that was completely identical to the power of Julius, whom he had to face again.
“… Tsk. Now that I think about it, I forgot. “This was the original.”
“What are you talking about? “I’m curious, so could you please let me know?”
“Yes. Better- in the middle. “A handsome man with the unlucky to inherit your power.”
The strongest Heretic Questioner who was not even born yet. Thinking of Julius Tapnell’s unlucky face – along with Cecil who was clinging to his back – Arnhill narrowed one of her eyes as if she was fed up.
“I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just kill them as soon as they are born. That won’t happen again. Telmere, have you ever heard of it? The word ‘predetermined harmony.'”
And then he asked Telmir an odd question.
She was also the words that a man named Erman once put into her mouth.
“Is it true that ‘everything flows according to the destiny determined by God’? “This is a phrase often used by disbelievers who reject God when they mock us.”
Despite the fact that the enemy of the family who had taken the body of the archangel whom she had longed for was in front of her, the extremely sincere and benevolent first saint answered the question sincerely.
Of course, of course, the wisest man in the world’s answer was the correct answer, and Arn Hill also nodded her head in satisfaction as if it was correct.
“That’s right. “When God Rom, the father of us all, created this world, he did not create fate.”
“…… Yes, I know it because I heard it directly from him.”
‘Father of us all?’
For the devil, the creator is not Rome, but the endless darkness that is the abyss of creation. It must be empty.
Hearing the rather suspicious words that came out of Arnhill’s mouth, Telmir wanted to ask a little more about it.
It was already possible to confirm with the naked eye that the archangel was escaping from the control of the high-ranking devil. If we just wait a few more minutes, or even just one more minute, we will be able to seal the last remaining high-ranking demon together with the Angel of Love.
“…… Cough.”
However, the time allowed to him ended there.
Because his life was ‘destined’ to end here.
Because Arnhill, not anyone else, decided that way.
“【Saint Telmere Tapnel tonight. You die in the arms of your lover.】 That is your destiny. Telmere.”
“Cough…” Cough… “It’s big.”
“Hey, Telmere. The answer from earlier. The answer is that there is no such thing as predetermined harmony in this world. “That’s actually only half true.”
The “Golden” Energy surrounding his body disappeared in an instant, and Arnhil stared at the saint who suddenly started bleeding from his eyes and mouth. He continued speaking in a calm tone.
“For sure. When the god Rom created the world, he did not grant fate to humans. “My father has the cringe-worthy idea that destiny is something that humans develop through their own will.”
“… Phew, father. After all, you… Cough. “You were no ordinary devil.”
“But that doesn’t mean it does? “Just because God did not create fate does not mean that there is not a single person in the world who can handle fate.”
Every high-ranking demon has its own unique powers.
Lionelta, the demon of the beginning, has the power to change the nature of divinity and magic at will.
The Emperor’s Nightmare, not the fake evil Queen Cecil, has the power to create and dominate countless armies of her own.
Lana Hill, the serpent that devours the world, literally has the power to devour the world.
And Arnhil, like others, had his own unique powers, befitting the name of a high-ranking devil.
The name is indeed a simple, truly familiar word.
“「Predestined Harmony」 Does not refer to the kind of trivial self-destructive logic that non-believers use to ridicule believers. “It’s just an intuitive name.”
“…… No way.”
“Okay. “Predestined harmony” That is my power. Isn’t it pretty cool? The power to decide the fate of the living at will. “It’s a pretty good power to play around with.”
「Planned Harmony」.
A word that Erman, who one day passed beyond Telmir and inherited the title of wise man, meaning the wisest person in the world, always muttered as a habit.
Arnhill held Telmere, who was slowly falling apart, in his arms, saying that he regarded the absurd power of forcibly interfering with human fate as nothing more than a toy to be played with.
And then, for the first and last time, I whispered a short farewell message filled with respect.
“There is no eternal love in this world. Human emotions are no different from a flame that burns only for a moment. So if it’s going to end up ugly anyway, if it’s going to end up not being pretty.”
At least I want to end it with a beautiful tragedy that will bring tears to everyone’s eyes.
I’m sure you can understand.
…… And.
Julius too.
#My wife is the devil. Episode 0 ends.