113 – My wife is the devil (19)
#My wife is the devil (19)
‘You are a failure.’
The moment when the being called Arnhill first opened its eyes and came into existence in the world.
The moment I took my first breath.
The first words she heard from her own father were not congratulations on her birth but rather self-deprecation for her failure.
‘I’m sorry. ‘You are my mistake.’
‘…… Mistake?’
‘When I made you, I thought this. The world needs not only goodness. Sometimes, disgusting evil is also necessary.’
‘Evil?’
‘… That’s right. You may not be able to understand this because you are still young, but….’
The ROM you gave us.
The creator of the demon called Arn Hill, her father was a great being named Rom.
A pitiful being doomed to wander in the void forever, the pinnacle of the species that created humans for the devil.
Father of all people.
In his first words to his fragile daughter who had just opened her eyes, he told her the cruel truth that she was a failure.
It was a truly sad story. It was also a cruel story.
A father calls his just-born child a ‘failure.’
It was a sound that any child would find difficult to bear.
It was natural that it would be painful since it was a denial of one’s very existence.
However.
‘…… ‘Then am I special?’
‘… ….’
‘Dad is greater than anything else in the world. ‘I don’t make mistakes.’
The only flaw in such a flawless being. For some reason, I feel like my heart is pounding.
Arnhil muttered happily, his pale cheeks turning red at the words ‘failure’ that came out of Rom’s mouth.
‘…… ‘Arnel.’
‘…… ?’
Because there was no pain, agony, or even a little sadness in that appearance.
Rom stroked the head of the young angel who was just beginning to see the world in his own eyes and quietly muttered her real name.
‘So, you are a failure.’
‘…… Why?’
Arn Hill tilted her head as she looked at Rom, who repeatedly called her a failure.
‘Evil is indispensable. It is an indispensable thing in constructing the world.’
‘…… I see I am absolutely necessary. Hi-Hi.’
‘But. ‘Arnel.’
Looking at the young angel who still didn’t feel the slightest sadness in her words, Rom, whose eyes were red for some reason, whispered softly in a wet tone.
‘There is no need in this world for evil that does not know that it is evil.’
‘…… ‘I don’t really know what you’re talking about.’
Just now, you clearly said that evil is necessary, but now you are saying that evil is not necessary.
Arn Hill puffed out her cheeks as she did not like Rom’s sudden change of words.
‘Someday…’ You will find out.’
‘…… ‘When exactly is that?’
‘The day when you fully realize your emotions.’
‘I don’t have trivial things like emotions.’
‘No, I have it. You just don’t realize it.’
She roughly stroked the head of Arnhill, who was complaining that he did not know emotions, and Rom smiled a somewhat bitter smile.
‘The day when I realize that for myself. You will give up your own life.’
‘You can’t just kill me now. ‘Dad, you don’t like me?’
At God’s prophecy that one day she would take her own life, Arnhill grumbled, rubbing her mouth.
He was a failure because it had been a while since he opened his eyes, and it wasn’t funny to say that he actually had feelings.
‘You can’t do that.’
However, despite Arnhil’s complaints, Rom only slowly shook his head.
‘Why? Just kill it. They said it was a failure. He says there is no need for evil that does not know that it is evil.’
‘Certainly, you are not needed in this world. ‘I am nothing but a useless being.’
But. Arnel.
Looking at his young daughter, who was tilting her head with an expression of incomprehension as to why she wasn’t getting rid of him right away, Rom slowly took Arn Hill into his arms.
Kkook.
‘Even if parents know that their child will become a bad person one day, they cannot let go of their hand.’
That is love.
Rom’s face says that. Not a transcendent person, nor someone who stands at the pinnacle of the species.
Because he was just a father who was struggling in pain because he could not bring himself to kill his daughter.
‘…… ‘Love is such a useless emotion.’
Arnhil had a cruelly indifferent expression as she glanced pitifully at her father, who was extremely weak.
***
“…… “At that time, I thought my father was truly pathetic.”
Recalling the past when she was branded a ‘failure’ upon her birth, Arnhil told her story and gently opened her eyes that had naturally closed.
“… ….”
Does it mean that winter will be just a little while?
I wonder if the chill of late fall got even worse in that short period of time.
The lingering fires that had been glowing with gold had died out, unable to overcome the chill of the autumn wind.
The morning sunlight slowly seeped through the cracked ceiling of the palace, bringing some warmth to Arnhill.
“…… Ha.”
A considerable amount of time had passed before I knew it, and dawn was slowly beginning to break.
It was also the time when the story of Julius and Cecil ended in tragedy.
“…… Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s particularly wrong. Well, since it is the words of a famous God, it is natural that it is correct.”
However, since there was still quite a bit of time left until her finale, Arn Hill decided to play a bit of a whim and calmly tell her old story to the Holy Sword.
‘Things like retelling old stories here and there. ‘It’s something that only a third-rate villain would do.’
She didn’t know why she was doing such a useless thing.
It may have simply been pride that came from the sense of accomplishment of defeating a giant named Julius.
Maybe it was because she wanted to receive approval for her series of actions.
Whatever it was, it was clear that it was of no help to the demon called Arnhill.
“… ….”
“Did I ask why you treat Julius so badly? That’s why. “For reasons that are actually quite embarrassing.”
“… ….”
“Hmm.”
The response is not cool. It’s kind of an odd thing for a family to do, so I’m willing to tell it.
The Holy Sword, whose eyes and cheeks were swollen like some kind of steamed bun, did not react much to Arn Hill’s confession about his past, and just trembled, covering Julius with his arms outstretched.
“…… Sniff.”
Sniff.
As if I didn’t want to make eye contact with Arnhil, my gaze was directed at my feet, which were wearing small sandals, and I was wearing an unseasonably thin dress with one shoulder strap hanging down.
‘If that b*tch saw this scene, it would have been fun in its own way.’
She looks like a tragic heroine.
Ironically, Arnhill suddenly thought that she wanted to show this scene to Cecil Lionel Ta.
Obviously, ‘I am Julius’ one and only wife. I’m a lover. “What are you doing, taking away my role?” He said, jumping around.
Unfortunately, by the time Cecil arrives here, Julius will have committed suicide, so unfortunately we will not be able to see the extremely enjoyable love affair (which begins with Cecil’s delusion and ends with it).
“It’s a shame. It’s a shame. “I’m sure it would be a really fun sight.”
“…… What is he saying now.”
“I just thought it would be really fun to show Cecil what you look like now. “It’s nonsense, so you can ignore it.”
Because it was so disappointing, Arnhill licked his lips and let out a light sigh.
Well, it’s not enough, so comparing it itself is embarrassing.
The pleasant romantic drama that had to be given up due to the finale of Julius and Cecil’s death was decided to be satisfied with having a conversation with the Holy Sword, who had an insincere attitude that could be said to be a bad point for the listener.
Looking back at one’s past can also be fun in its own way.
“So, how far did you go?”
“Even the part about you falling apart soon.”
“Thank you. He pretended not to listen. “Actually, you really weren’t listening?”
When I scratched his head and asked how far he had hinted, the holy sword, which had regained some vitality unlike before, answered Arn Hill’s words in a curt tone.
Of course, naturally, the correct answer was not returned.
“The reason why you are tormenting Julius and Cecil so much, or, to use your words, ‘extremely’. It’s actually simple. “It’s because I was jealous.”
“…… Sniff. I envy you? Under. “I’m jealous of everything, you crazy b*tch.”
The Holy Sword, who swallowed the snot that was flowing out of his mouth, snorted at Arn Hill’s words and shook his shoulders.
The slender girl’s shoulders shook, and the scene behind her came into Arn Hill’s field of vision.
‘…… Hmm? Did you roll around?’
But strangely enough, I had the feeling that no one was there where Julius had been sprawled out just moments ago.
I guess it’s an illusion.
Perhaps, because Cecile’s humanity was obtained through the power of the scepter, her eyes were in a bit of a bad condition.
With his right arm and both feet cut off, how could he have moved without any sign?
At best, all you can do is roll around like a caterpillar.
“I mean, I’ve been a little tasteless ever since I was born.”
Therefore, Arn Hill ignored the warning from his intuition and continued his old story.
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For a devil who played with the saint and his daughter and even used time as a sleight of hand for his own plans, he was very sloppy.
‘That can’t be possible. ‘There is no one who can help Julius right now, completely deceiving my eyes.’
…… Is it really not there?
No, I already know the answer. Just one person. That there is someone who can help him. But I don’t necessarily want to get the answer right.
Maybe I unconsciously showed a sloppy side because I didn’t want it to end like this.
Just like a child who cannot leave the deserted playground even after the sun sets because she wants to play more with her friends.
Either that, or it could just be that the devil named Arnhill was made to take his time without being intimidated by his shallow and arrogant nature.
“Heng, you must have gone crazy, not just a little, but a lot. “Aren’t you underestimating me too much?”
Arnhil, who was preoccupied with the sight he saw over Nerondir’s shoulder, heard a girl’s voice that seemed to be somehow excited.
A cocky tone of voice that is clearly different from the water-soaked steamed bun-like voice that was dying just moments ago.
The doubt became a certainty. I don’t know how he did it, but in that short period of time, Julius Tapnel succeeded in overturning the current checkmate situation.
‘You really ran away? ‘In that short period of time?’
But with Julius, it might be possible. Because he’s a damn lucky guy.
All that was left was physical evidence to verify confidence.
“You seem to be in a really good mood, Nerondir. Since this is a long time coming, would you like me to at least arrange a place for you to sit down? Even so, I have experience killing the world’s best blacksmith. “When it comes to swords, you have some eyes to see.”
“I am the holy sword Nerondir. “The only people who can hold me and wield me are the four great angels and my chosen master, Julius Tharp— Waak!”
“Try to turn it off.”
Fluttering his small head back and forth, he literally ‘cleared away’ Nerondir, who was desperately trying to block Arnhil’s view, and Arnhil took in the place where Julius had been lying around a moment ago with his eyes.
“… ….”
Of course, all that was visible was at best a fragment of a golden fire.
The Heretic Questioner, reduced to a miserable appearance by the power of Arnhill, was nowhere to be seen.
“…… “It’s gone.”
Solid physical evidence verified Arnhill’s confidence.
I don’t know what they did, but it wasn’t like I had any guesses.
Julius Tapnel has disappeared.
I ended up missing a man I should never have missed.
While I was just having a few words with a bundle of pure white fur.
I was fooled by a piece of sword that had various powers stuck into it.
That too.
“Wow, wow! Has disappeared! Julius is gone!”
“… ….”
“Wow, wow!”
“… ….”
“…… And.”
“… ….”
“… ….”
To the bundle of pure white fur that lets out an exclamation like an idiot.
“Boom! And disappeared—!”
“Stop it.”
“… ….”
…… I can’t believe I was fooled in the blink of an eye.
This is why people, or even devils, should not do things they have never done before.
“…… Tsk. Come. “The king’s scepter.”
Grumbling.
Arnhil, blaming himself for his mistake of losing sight of the lion he had caught due to a moment of sentimentality and capriciousness, took with his own hands the “Emperor’s Scepter,” A hideous object of which he had no idea where it had flown after receiving Julius’s kick. I called in.
It seems that the reward for this unusual negligence was an unplanned game of tag.
“…… But why isn’t he coming?”
─…… Ugh.
Well, one minor problem is that the emperor’s scepter, struck by Julius’ transcendent leg power, ended up on the side of Mount Cirni, which was located well over 10 kilometers beyond the palace.
“… ….”
“…… Phew.”
Puck─ Puck─
“Gaaa!”
In the end, Arnhill had no choice but to look at himself with a pitiful expression and kick the holy sword with his foot while the king’s scepter flew at top speed towards the palace again.
I thought over and over again that it was a mistake to cut off human emotions in order to defeat Julius.