112 – My wife is the devil (18)
#My wife is the devil (18)
Chii Iik───
A sound like something burning penetrates my ears.
The acrid air that passed by the tip of my nose had an unpleasant smell of burnt smoke.
Cough─ Cough─
An unfamiliar sensation coming from the human body, which I hate so much.
Arnhill coughed and opened his mouth, disgusted with the sensitive human senses that have existed for an unimaginably long time but are still not adapted to them.
“Oh really. This is why I don’t want to use the human body. Sister… No, Cecil, that b*tch is so obsessed with something like this. Are you a pervert? “Are you a pervert who likes being sick?”
…… Well, he’s definitely perverted. When I think about it, there’s nothing strange about it.
After a battle with the Heretic Questioner that lasted only a few minutes, the “Throne Room” Was transformed into a ruin that could easily be called a ruin.
Arnhil, the source of all evil, stood in the middle of it all, covering his nose and frowning the princess’s beautiful brow as she spoke.
“You destroyed it so spectacularly. It was a room I became fond of as I stayed there for a few days. “Is this why I have to repay the money later?”
Throwing away the nonsense that was not even in his mind, Arnhill took in the bloody scene of the ruined “Throne Room” With his eyes.
There was a minor problem that there wasn’t much left to see in the first place, but whatever. Sometimes, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to enjoy seeing her as the beauty of the blank space.
‘I will kill you. As much as you, as much as you, definitely!’
Furthermore, the interrogator, who was roaring and attacking him like a lowly animal, has become obedient and quiet for a long time, so let’s enjoy this moment together.
Having made her decision, Arnhil strolled through the throne room where the dust began to settle and she slowly moved her steps forward before her.
“…… It’s a truly amazing power no matter what. It’s obviously the same power, but it’s on a different level from Tapnel or Telmere. “It feels like summer has come.”
Arn Hill walked leisurely and naturally captured the surrounding scenery with her eyes.
The throne room, which had been filled with neat white marble and had tentacles that had turned red since she had taken it without permission, was facing an unseasonable summer day.
A very noble expression that is not typical of her naturally shallow nature.
However, it was a very accurate and intuitive expression for her to dismiss her uncharacteristic poetic expression as an inappropriate metaphor.
No matter which direction you look, north, south, east or west, all you see is a bubbling feast of scarlet light, and the room without a single ray of sunlight is as bright as daylight due to the golden fireworks scattered here and there.
The fact that the scene, which looked as if the sun had set down, was described as a summer day may be a perfect metaphor for the scene that has turned into a living hell.
“He has such amazing power. I have the power to bring everyone to their knees. Even though you are born with the talent to rise to the highest level, you will end up as a miserable loser. “It is not beautiful, either, in the words of the man she fell in love with.”
You think so too, right? Julius.
Despite being an immortal being, an eerie feeling that comes from instinct despite not knowing the feeling of fear.
An overwhelming view of destruction that burrows into your eyes as if it were being forced into your head.
Arn Hill, who was seeing in her eyes the traces of anger that had been carved into the palace by the greatest heresy inquisitor of all time, turned her head towards behind her, saying a useful mockery that suddenly occurred to her.
“… ….”
“Are you saying you don’t want to talk to lowly devils?”
The scene unfolding behind my back was, like before, a scene like living hell.
Whether the marble had melted or lava had broken through the ground, an unidentifiable thick scarlet liquid was flowing and bubbling across the ground.
The lingering flames of the sacred flame that had transferred to the fragments of the palace’s broken outer wall clearly illuminated the field of view.
The only difference from the previous scenery is the exact center of the field of view. At first glance, something that looked like a corpse was sprawled out on the floor.
It looked like it was a corpse, as it looked horrendous, with its right arm torn off and both feet cut off.
However, when I narrowed my eyes and looked closely at it, I could see that it was still breathing, albeit slightly.
It was unclear whether I should really call that a living human being, but in any case, it was barely breathing.
And ironically, Arnhill felt extremely human emotions at that unfortunate and cruel scene.
It was ‘Ando (安堵)’.
It wasn’t a feeling that came from trashy thoughts like, ‘It’s no fun if you die too easily.’
Rather, it was a feeling that came from a sense of disappointment that the plan I had put so much effort into until now might have been ruined by a momentary mistake.
Phew.
Arnhill, who was worried that he might have died because his power “Predestined Harmony” Was accidentally unleashed too much, continued speaking with a faint sigh of relief at that sight.
“Or is he so pathetic that he can’t even open his mouth? “Do you feel shame for going on a rampage with your noble face blushing over the death of just a girl?”
“… ….”
“I know you’re not dead. Because the angel’s representative is needlessly suffocating. He often felt annoyed whenever he had the chance to kill. “It’s really bad as a hunter.”
“… ….”
“You don’t want to answer? Well, then you don’t have to. Take a break. “I’m a kinder devil than you think.”
Arnhil kept talking loudly to an unknown person.
But perhaps the other person didn’t want to respond, or perhaps she wasn’t in the condition to respond yet, so she just responded to her words with silence.
Realizing something about her from that silence, she smiled wryly and straightened her tangled hair.
“Are you just waiting for me to get closer? Like, ‘Hmm. Just in case, I’ll make sure to kill him once more.’ He’s waiting for me to come closer. “If you’re going to hide your life, hide it properly, Julius.”
It’s too obvious. Even though I am the b*tch who killed your wife.
Arnhill calls the person, who is sprawled out on the floor and barely able to breathe, as ‘Julius’.
“… ….”
Tsk.
She spoke while ‘pretending’ to cautiously approach him, and after just a few minutes of her sharp words, Julius’s mouth was in tatters, and a slight irritation leaked out.
It looks like he was planning on ending it all at once the moment he got close to confirming the kill.
Even with her entire right arm blown off and both of her ankles severed, she still had the power to think about, or actually, kill the person with power in one go.
It was truly beyond admiration to astonishment.
But, to put it another way, it also meant that there was only ‘at most’ that much power left.
For a monster known among demons as possessing divine power like an inexhaustible ocean, it had only an unsightly amount of power left.
‘Approaching… Of course it would be crazy.’
Of course, even if that were the case, he was not someone who could be easily looked down upon.
Even though the arms and feet were cut off and the heart containing the flame was pulled out, the remaining sacred power in the body was reduced to an unsightly level.
Julius Tapnel is Julius Tapnel.
Even if you become a half-baby god, if you fight head-on without using your powers, Arnhill will die.
In other words, it would be half-crazy to walk into his plan on your own.
“Over there. “How do you feel?”
Then it’s just a matter of not doing that half-crazy thing.
Instead of choosing to have his head smashed to pieces by the final blow of the Inquisitor who approached him to confirm and kill him as Julius had intended, and burned his life.
Arnhil became a mop mate and began talking to the interrogator who was rolling around on his floor.
“For the first time in my life… No, it felt like I had suffered a crushing defeat for the second time. To be honest, your ridiculous powerlessness was heartbreaking. “If it weren’t for the power, it would have been me, not you, rolling around on the floor.”
Arnhil asks Julius how he feels about defeat, as if teasing him, in a childlike and hateful tone.
At first glance, he seemed like a winner enjoying his leisure time.
‘I almost lost. It went far beyond what I expected. ‘He might have died instantly from a single blow before he could use his powers.’
However, her inner feelings were 180 degrees different from her sly exterior.
In short, Arn Hill was now calling her bluff.
‘It was only for a moment, but the destiny I had decided did not come true. It’s like this, even though we haven’t had a fight in a while because it’s piled up on Cecil’s skirt. After all, that guy is not someone you can play around with lightly like other idiots. ‘I need to bring up the finale a little bit.’
A drop of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, which was covered in dark soot here and there due to the aftermath of the battle.
She has the body of a princess who reacts as if she were truly in danger.
Tsk.
Arn Hill didn’t really like her because it was her.
To borrow the expression of the outcasts in her alley, she could be described as ‘sucky’ in one word.
“You said you were really scared? If you weren’t a man obsessed with the death of a woman, I would definitely be dead. Of course, high-ranking devils are immortal, so they would come back to life someday.”
─… I will kill you. I will definitely kill you for at least four years. Dare, dare my woman. Touch Cecil!
Quaaa!
Even now, when I close my eyes, I vividly remember the series of battles that took place just moments ago.
No matter how much he became a human using the Emperor’s scepter, the reaction speed and leg strength of a demon are nowhere near there.
However, it did not react at all to Julius Tapnel’s fist.
It was only when the fist filled with flames that would shatter his body itself, beyond the human body he was using, reached him right before his eyes, that Arnhil finally realized that he was in danger of instant death.
─…… Ugh!
This is dangerous.
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And as soon as he recognized that fact, Arnhill immediately changed his body into that of ‘Cecil Lionelta.’
It was only for a moment, but even his own mind was completely changed to Cecil’s mind.
Changes in appearance and mentality that would have been completely useless if it had been anyone other than Julius.
However, dealing with him produced very meaningful results.
─… Julius! I don’t want to die again! Help me!
─…… !
─…… Flaw. That’s right if you do.
Wow!
A single moment of mimicry served as a fatal move that caught the interrogator off guard.
The interrogator, whose eyes were rolled back in anger, had no choice but to quickly change the direction of his fist at the face of his wife who suddenly appeared in front of him, and Arnhil did not miss the opportunity to turn the tables and played the most important role in the battle. Succeeded in ripping off Julius’ ‘right arm’.
And that too, by using the power of Cecil, who was a saint, “Erasure.”
Using magic with a scepter would have been more fatal to Julius, who uses divine power, but going out of his way to use Saint Cecil’s power to ‘obliterate’ space made a man named Julius Tapnel a little more unhappy. It was because of Arnhill’s desire to do so.
In the end, all of this was a plan to plunge him into the abyss of despair ‘at the moment when he finally achieved the wish he had been longing for.’
─【Julius Tapnel ultimately fails to defeat Arnhill and is defeated.】
After that, it was a bland fight that wasn’t even worth talking about.
Arnhil used his power, “Predestined Harmony,” Which killed the first saint and countless other angelic representatives, and doomed Julius to defeat.
He tried to overcome the fate assigned to him, but in the end, everything went as planned, as if it were natural.
“…… It was crazy to even think about it that he didn’t hesitate to blow off his right arm as soon as it was cut off. If he doesn’t regenerate his arm in time, he will have to live as a one-armed person for the rest of his life. “What kind of love is this that makes you make such sacrifices?”
As the scorching heat subsided and slowly inhaled the air that had once again begun to retain the coolness of late fall, Arnhil opened his eyes that had been closed for a moment and turned his gaze to Julius.
I want to witness the story of a noble interrogator who was ruined just because of love and to avenge the woman he loved.
“…… Hmm?”
But what came into view was not the face of the interrogator with his limbs cut off, but a bundle of pure white fur.
A little angel wearing a pure white dress with pure white hair and small white wings sprouting from her back.
Arnhil’s brow narrowed slightly at the untimely appearance of an uninvited guest.
“…… “You still show up late, unable to protect your master.”
Huh? Nerondir.
At the sudden appearance of an uninvited guest blocking his path, Arnhill made a sincere mockery and called out the uninvited guest’s name.
A long-standing evil relationship that looks very different from 500 years ago.
Socheonsa (小天使). The holy sword Nerondir.
“… That’s why I don’t like devil babblers. Because I change my body as I want. “I can’t really recognize it.”
Nerondir, who had the appearance of a small girl (with an unpleasant appearance that gave off a vague Cecil vibe), stood blocking Julius’s path with her short arms and legs spread out.
As if to protect him from Arnhill.
“Are you okay? “It doesn’t look very good.”
“What do you say? “We were going to exchange some kind of greeting or something.”
“Huh. That’s right. “I just asked because you were shivering like a puppy getting wet in the rain.”
“…… What. “Who, you little puppy?”
No matter how you look at it, the thing that makes you shiver is that it looks like a puppy. hahahaha.
Perhaps it was a direct hit from the aftermath of the so-called ‘right arm explosion’ carried out by Julius, who was blinded by anger, and his frail body, which seemed to have no place to hit, trembled just by standing still, like a trembling aspen tree.
Tears welled up in his big eyes, as if he was seeing the terrible face of his master who had been defeated by fate.
“…… It’s ugly. Nerondir.”
A human might have felt pity for that miserable, pitiful appearance. Maybe he could show mercy.
But Arnhill was not a human, but a demon.
It is also a devil more diabolical than any other devil in the world.
So, all she can give to the Holy Sword, who is in a position to lose its master twice, is a small sneer to let him know that everything is over.
It was Arnhill’s own mercy to quietly accept the defeat that had been determined and not to think about making wasted efforts.
“Sniff. Arn Hill. “Do you find this situation fun?”
“…… It’s fun. Why wouldn’t it be fun? “You know you can’t do something like this if it’s not even fun, right?”
“Why, why are you so upset because you can’t bother me? Can’t we just leave Julius alone? “Is it that difficult?”
You might be intimidated by Arnhil’s ridicule and the declaration that confirms your defeat.
The bundle of pure white fur sniffled and stuttered as it continued to open its mouth.
As if it wasn’t over yet.
Rather, it seems as if this is just the beginning.
She seemed to think that if she took her time, her great master would definitely show off his wonderful resurrection.
“… ….”
It was such a pitiful struggle that it was difficult to open our eyes and look at it.
Even Arn Hill, who does not understand human emotions well, feels sorry for her.
“That’s the difficult thing. Nerondir.”
So Arnhill decided to try a little whimsy.
Anyway, the current Julius will not have the power to regenerate his severed limbs.
Slowly but surely, death was choking him.
There was still some time left before Cecil Lionelta, the woman who would grace the final stage, arrived here.
“It may be a sad tragedy for you, Julius, and Cecil, but for me, this is a beautiful happy ending. “Because I have overcome the ordeal called ‘Julius Tapnel’ that would stand in my way.”
“…… It’s crazy. “Even if I go crazy, I’m definitely crazy.”
“Poor sword of Julius. The original world is made up of madness. “To say you’re crazy can also mean to be completely normal.”
I decided to exercise my whim and think, ‘Should I go along with this poor tool’s last grunts, even if only for a moment?’
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─…… Our Father, who art in heaven.
And usually such whimsy brings bad news to the villain.
It comes from a long time ago.
Like an old story.