116 – My wife is the devil (22)
#My wife is the devil (22)
Walking in the middle of an eternally repeating, impermanent time.
Ermann suddenly remembered the winter of one day.
In the middle of war, where the bitterly cold winter air froze my lungs and the stench of corpses covered in demons stung my nose.
I used to think back to that winter when I first met a very tiny newborn baby who called me with a very comical cry, ‘Byaaa—’.
I thought it was salvation.
I felt sorry for myself for losing love, and I thought it was the last rope given by God.
If you look at the small hands of a child wrapped in a small swaddle, moving incoherently.
No worries, no worries.
Sadness and regret.
Everything. Because it is painted with brilliant happiness.
I thought it would last forever.
I always thought you were a small child in my arms.
‘Dad! I want to get married! ‘I’m going to marry Julius!’
But when did you grow up like that?
Well… …. When did you become an adult?
I wonder if that wolf guy is that good.
Do you want his love even to the point of tarnishing your own brilliant wings?
“If you really want it. If you want love with him…. “You should listen.”
…… I don’t like it though.
But what can we do?
I have no choice but to listen.
They say that without him, my life is of no use.
I showed you that it is a love that will never fade even if it goes on for eternity, eternity, eternity, eternity.
How can we prevent this as a parent?
How could a cute child take away what she was trying to grab with her tiny hands by moving her tiny feet so hard?
…… So, Cecil.
My lovely daughter.
I will let you go now.
Not a saint praised by everyone.
The miserable life of a devil. I will acknowledge you for choosing to live a life where only one man’s love is yours.
But just this.
This one thing must never be forgotten. You must not give up.
No matter how dirty it may be.
Even though I was covered in filth.
I will be called the devil.
That you will always be me, the only daughter of Saint Erman.
The soot staining your brilliant wings is proof of the sublime love of the human being you are.
You must never forget.
Be proud of yourself. Don’t regret it.
My last wish is only that.
… ….
***
…… A hazy feeling, as if I had been dreaming for a long time.
Inhaling the cold morning air, I thought, ‘Ah. A familiar sensation that I often felt in bed, where I would think, ‘I want to sleep just a little bit longer.’
“…… “The curse has been lifted.”
With the destruction of the throne by Julius, the curse of eternal sleep was lifted and Cecil was finally transformed back into his original form instead of his alter ego.
She completely forgot about what she was absorbed in just a moment ago, and without even seeing the scene where the doll with a piece of her own soul was delivered, she felt the sensation of her own true body with the curse lifted. I felt it and gently pinched my cheek.
“…… “It hurts.”
Raising her delicate hand, which seemed to be too heavy to carry even her small handbag, she pinched her beautifully flushed cheek, and felt a pleasant softness at her fingertips.
It was a sensation closer to tickling than pain.
But for some reason, Cecile felt her heart tingle at the feel of her fingertips on her cheek. She felt a stabbing pain in her heart.
Why?
It is definitely something to be happy about.
Once this incident is over, I will finally be able to have the second child with Julius that I have longed for.
For some reason, I’m not happy.
It’s rather sad. It feels like tears are welling up.
“…… Hey, why do you think that is?”
No matter how much I think about it, I just can’t figure out the answer.
Why is she feeling sad now?
Then let’s ask. Even if she grumbles alone, she doesn’t know what she doesn’t know.
In times like this, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to ask for help from others.
Isn’t there a saying that you can even borrow a cat’s help? I’m not sure if it’s the right word to use in this case.
“… ….”
“Huh? Enine. I think you, who were my only friend, would know. “Because we once fought over the same man.”
In order to seduce Julius, she locked herself in her library and practiced hard when she was a girl, and now she has completely fallen in love with the appearance of an elegant woman. She lowers her head slightly, tucking her disheveled hair behind her ear, and her Cecile kneels in front of her, wriggling her fingers. She spoke in a soft voice to the heresy inquisitor.
“… ….”
“…… Ennin? I hope she answers quickly. That I don’t have a very good personality. “You know it well, right?”
Is it because they spoke in such a low voice that I couldn’t hear them? The sight of Enine continuing to look at her knees and twitching her fingers without answering her was a little annoying, so Cecil frowned at her fine eyebrows and answered her question.
If she said nothing again, she implicitly expressed her intention to show her previous ‘diabolical behavior’ again.
“…… Yes? Uh. Yes. That’s right. Cecile has a dirty personality! Huh! “It’s really a dog-“
“… ….”
“Oh, no? Actually, Cecil doesn’t have a dirty personality. Oh, how kind Cecil is. As if an angel came down from heaven…… No, no. “Oh, you’re kinder than an angel, but you’re a devil?”
Enin, who had been distracted by the call of a high-ranking demon that pierced her ears and chilled her stomach, then raised her head and began her rambling gibberish.
Enin tries to please Cecil by moving her hands and feet here and there.
Her cheeks, unlike Cecil’s pure white and soft cheeks, were red and swollen like tomatoes.
It was such a sad sight that I couldn’t bear to look at it without crying.
“Ennin. I definitely asked myself why I’m sad right now. If you are asked a question, I think you should answer it. “It’s not like flattery.”
Of course, Cecil, who is equally uninterested in all beings in the world except Julius (except for the fire fox, because he equally detests all fire foxes that want to covet Julius), is the one who put Enin in such a horrible state, and is grumpy. No matter what the appearance of my former childhood friend, who is desperately flattering me while holding my cheek, I have no interest in.
The only things that filled Cecile’s mind right now were feelings of anxiety, worry, and sadness toward the disappeared Julius.
I just want to solve this incomprehensible phenomenon that has been pricking my heart for a while.
With a dull, listless expression. It just clearly reveals the talents of an evil woman that she would never show to Julius.
‘This crazy b*tch. The fact that he is a mimic devil, a fool, and a piece of sh*t has not changed since then. How do I know why you are sad? Ah-oh.’
And Enin, who was dealing with Cecil, the evil woman, right in front of her eyes, was currently pouring out double insults towards the devil, who could safely be called the epitome of absurdity.
“…… Ennin? Now I feel like my patience is running out. If you don’t answer within the next 30 seconds. “I will make you like those idiots lying around over there.”
What on earth is so sad? Even though it’s Enin who wants to cry now, not Cecil.
Tears began to well up in Cecil’s beautiful eyes that looked as if they were made of cut gems.
Her voice began to become wet as she gave absurd answers.
Of course, the content of the words in her voice was far from sad.
“Ah, okay. Got it! “Just wait a little while!”
No matter how you looked at it, Enine waved her arms in a panic at Cecile’s creepy threat, which seemed to be just an excuse to get rid of her to vent her anger.
‘Woman, if you get hit even once more here, you’ll really die. ‘I’m really dying!’
Then. She began to shake her head desperately as she glanced at the terrible sight unfolding behind her.
‘I’m sorry, Edward. Sorry, friends. ‘I’m sorry I was so weak and couldn’t defeat that crazy devil.’
The scene unfolding behind Enin was literally a tomb.
A large burial mound made up of the bodies of the Heretic Questioners.
A place where the brave men who charged in to subdue the high-ranking demon, the long-time enemy of the Telmere Church, closed their eyes.
It was truly such a sight that there is no other way to describe it other than a tomb.
“…… I didn’t really kill it. Why are you making such a fuss…. Huh! Is this even a ruse? “Are you trying to make me divorce Julius by accusing me of being a bad devil who kills people?”
“Oh, no! That can’t be possible! Yu, you are the only woman worthy of Julius.”
“…… Joy! You just need to know. “Other fire foxes need to realize that fact soon.”
“… ….”
What are you saying? Really.
This devil. Are you stupid?
Of course, Enin’s colleagues did not actually lose their lives. Before they were colleagues of the fire fox named Enin, they were also Julius’ direct subordinates.
I was able to breathe from time to time thanks to the merciful hands of Cecil, who thought that Julius might hate him if he killed them.
Well, if the next day comes, when I open my eyes, my whole body will be throbbing like I’m dying.
It would not be a very bad ending considering that a sword was stabbed into Cecil’s body, which had been carefully cared for just for Julius.
‘Mr. Lee! Really, does it make sense that there are demons in the world who are impervious to divine sparks? If you’re hit by a flame, it’s natural to burn! Why aren’t you riding it! Also, why are you suddenly crying again?! I really don’t understand! ‘It’s scary!’
And Enin, the special Inquisitor who unintentionally benefited the most from Cecil’s kind(?) Heart that placed mercy in her hands, is delirious from the overwhelming power of a high-ranking demon he has experienced for the first time in his life. It was in progress.
He defeated all of the fifteen elite Heresy Questioners of the Telmere Church using only martial arts, without even allowing for the slightest wound, without even using magic, the devil’s specialty.
The subject overwhelmed us by showing off such extraordinary force. To the subject who had fear engraved deep in his bones so that no one would dare utter the word ‘dirty devil’ towards him.
Suddenly, he stands in the distance and blinks blankly, pinching my cheek.
Now I keep doing it until I find myself in tears.
…… Could it be that the devil in front of me is suffering from bipolar disorder?
The fear of the indescribable and overwhelming inaction shown by the high-ranking devil and the absurdity of the inexplicable and incomprehensible emotional changes turned Enin’s mind into a mess.
The flow of miscellaneous thoughts became tangled and tangled, and his mind became thick like dough.
Even the passage of time felt like it was stretching out.
“…… Now it’s time. Ennin.”
However, time was cruel and flew by quickly, with Ennin’s mind either turning into a mess of dough or not.
From Cecile’s mouth, who was adjusting the silver locket hanging around her slender neck, a low-pitched warning came out that her fist would soon be stuck in Enin’s chin.
“…… Uh.”
Something needs to be answered.
I’m not sure why I’m kneeling here and guessing why the devil who looks like my childhood friend is sad, but for some reason I feel like I have to answer!
“…… So, the reason you are sad.”
A little while ago, my mouth, which was swollen and difficult to open after being slapped ten times in a row by a high-ranking demon who was powerful enough to levitate a person in the air, moved freely.
“…… To be honest. “I’m not sure.”
I don’t know why my childhood friend, who is just like before, is sad, so much so that it’s hard to believe that he is a mimic of the devil, who is twirling his arms in an attempt to rip off his chin right in front of my eyes.
Today. Because so many things have happened to Enin.
Being trapped in a palace full of tentacles, meeting a childhood friend again after hearing about his death, and that childhood friend is actually a mimic of a high-ranking demon.
Unlike his childhood friend, who was called a genius, he is an idiot who knows nothing other than training.
It is impossible to understand the eventful events stuck in one’s head and to give a clear answer to the devil in front of one’s eyes.
I don’t even know how to do it.
“If you are really Cecil. “If that’s true, it’s my friend from back in the day who was chasing after Julius.”
However, the question that I have thought about from time to time is still clear even in my muddy mind.
As if it were God’s arrangement prepared for this very moment.
I arbitrarily use Enin’s mouth to hint about myself to Cecil.
“There’s something I always, always wanted to ask.”
“…… Say.”
“… Julius chose you. Everyone wanted to be chosen by Julius, and they worked hard. “Julius chose you in the end.”
“…… So? Do you want to say that you’re jealous? Have you ever felt like taking it away again? I think I’ll tolerate something like that—!”
“Then you love each other. It’s not like I’m in unrequited love anymore. “You’re a married couple.”
But why you?
Yea or now.
Consistently.
…… You don’t trust Julius?
“… ….”
The question was asked. Enin’s mouth closed.
“… ….”
And Cecil’s mouth when asked a question also closed.
I couldn’t say anything.
Enin’s words about why he didn’t trust Julius were true, and he hit the nail on the head.
No way,
No words or excuses.
I couldn’t do it.