36 – Die with me
“Telmere, what do you think about the devil’s love?”
Ziphnel, the angel of love who was stroking his silky black hair, asked indifferently as he looked at the elderly man who was writing down something while playing with his thick hands.
“… Are you talking about love?”
“No matter how much I think about it, I don’t know about the devil’s love.”
The angel who said so spread his wings and began to shake off the wet water.
It looked exactly like a chicken soaked in water, so the man called a saint desperately held back the laughter that threatened to burst out.
“Hmm, this is the love of a being tainted by evil, and it is nothing more than a mockery towards humans.”
“That may be true for low-level devils, but wouldn’t it be a little different for high-ranking devils?”
Zifnel, who mentioned beings called minor gods and objects of worship during the era of kings, frowned slightly and glared at the saint in front of him.
Do you dare to laugh cheekily? On the subject of baldness.
Heavenly brilliance illuminating a small hut.
Looking at the saint’s hairless head shining and reflecting the light, Zipnel twitched the corner of his mouth.
“Hmm… he’s a high-ranking devil, so the story would be a little different.”
“Right? Since they go beyond the level of mimicry, is their love transformed into humans really pure love?”
“… Probably not. Yes, it’s a devil. To them, love is nothing more than a means to fill their own emptiness.”
“Hmm… I guess so. “Then is the devil’s love also false?”
Is this nothing more than an illusion?
At the dazzling brilliance of the saint’s head, Zifnel gently turned his head and muttered.
Telmere, looking at this, slowly blinked, then lowered his head again and began to concentrate on writing down the Bible.
After a brief period of silence,
An answer suddenly came out of the mouth of the saint who was writing down the Bible in a neat manner.
“If you give up your human body for love, even though you know you will return to the void.”
“What if I give up?”
“Then, it can be called true love.”
To die once again is an unimaginable fear.
The saint delivers his answer to the angel in a serious tone.
Jifnel, who was looking at him blankly, smiled mischievously and shouted loudly.
“Wow, I feel bad, what is that? “Love is so heavy.”
Taphnel Sister, Lionelta! Come here! Telmere has something to say!
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Zifnel, who would rather the atmosphere become heavy than die, cries out loudly, and at her cries, the Angel of Faith and the Angel of Death turn their heads and look at the saint.
Telmir, an elderly saint whose entire smooth head turned bright red, chewed his lips and glared at the Angel of Charity.
“… According to the Bible, Raynell is definitely more beautiful. “I will write that down.”
“What? “Do you have anything else to say?”
An angel and a saint bicker like children, showing off their pride.
Tafnell, who was walking towards them, made a hint towards her younger brother.
“… It seems like you are the most trustworthy being in heaven, Lionelta.”
At her words, the Angel of Death simply smiled as always.
Her answer returned to the Angel of Faith only after 500 years had passed and Saint Telmir had become a legendary figure.
“…Lionelta has arrived.”
A golden pot that was completely destroyed by black demonic energy.
As I look at the Altar of Advent, which is no longer emitting mysterious blue smoke, I hear Tapnel’s frustrated voice.
“Could it be that you, like Raynell, feel love for humans?”
A strange statement that is subtly off.
Jifnel, looking at her from behind, shakes her head as if she feels pitiful.
It seemed like he was the most trustworthy being in heaven.
***
Let’s learn about a man named Julius Tapnel.
Lirram’s strongest heretic inquisitor, Taphnell’s agent, and the best disciple of the legendary priests Brukin and Emily.
One of the pillars of the country that allowed the small kingdom of Lyriam to stand firm without being swept away by the fire of war.
The man decorated with flashy words was a simple man who did not expect much.
“I love you Cecil, will you marry me?”
Spending her whole life with the woman she swore to love.
He was not greedy, but his only greedy wish ultimately did not come true.
“…Cryle, maybe I was hoping for too much.”
He poured a strong, cheap drink into his mouth, looked at his close friend with his messy hair, and lamented.
“Please, please save me. I just wanted to see her daughter again!”
“… A guy like that used the devil to rape women.”
The man recited a prayer, smashing alive the bones of the heretic who was talking nonsense.
It was all his fault, and it was my disrespect for not faithfully believing in God that killed Cecil.
“Julius. I’m so cold. Huh?”
When she returned, her demons inhabited her. He eventually had no choice but to accept the bet.
“Julius! “Welcome, the flowers are really beautiful.”
He swore on top of a dreamy garden that one would see in a dream.
I will definitely be happy with my surviving wife.
Because there was no other alternative.
I forced myself to shake off the little questions that were lingering in my head.
.
.
.
“Now, this is a gift for you, a faithful follower of God.”
And then, a perfect future peeked out before his eyes.
She is not a woman who has been changed by the devil, but she is a gift from an angel that allows her to go back and correct her own mistakes.
Who could refuse this?
Humans are naturally reluctant to hear the whispers of evil.
However, if it were a revelation from heaven, humans would be willing to accept it without question.
I thought it was compensation.
God’s mercy to those who have swallowed unbearable pain.
All you have to do is close her eyes, cover her ears, and throw away the woman who is holding onto the crotch of her pants, shedding bloody tears at you.
Then, you can escape this crappy reality.
I can meet Cecil Lionelta again, whom I pledged my eternal love to!
If only I could get rid of that abominable devil pretending to be my wife…
I can go see you.
I’m sorry, I’m a weakling and I guess I can’t do that.
***
Squishy mud. Dirty rainwater containing dirt soaks the ground and gives it an unpleasant feel.
A blond-haired man who didn’t care about the mud on the street that drenched his neatly angled black uniform. Julius Tapnel did not let go of the woman in his arms.
When she turns her head towards her firm arms that are gently holding her, what she sees is her right hand, which has been stabbed by her magic sword and twisted hideously.
Despite the painful sight that would make you furrow your eyebrows just by looking at it from the side, not a single groan came out of his mouth.
The angel who was looking at the scene tilted his head as if he could not understand and made a hint towards the interrogator.
“It is just an illusion. If time goes back, it will be swept away by a huge current and disappear. “It’s just an ugly thing that you have to throw away to meet your wife.”
Despite the angel’s sharp tongue, he felt the heat of the devil who buried his face in his arms without replying.
I just thought it was an alternative.
Because I can’t help it. Because the reality is that she cannot be completely saved.
Every time he saw the current Cecile, who looked subtly different from him, he tried desperately to come to terms with her, suppressing her hesitating heart.
That’s why when the angel’s hand reached out.
He thought he could abandon her.
It was an unavoidable sacrifice to meet the perfect Cecil, so I ended up thinking such selfish thoughts.
The result was like this.
He did not even heal with her divine power for fear that he might hurt her, but the magic energy of the dagger stuck in her right hand cleared his mind.
I am Inquisitor Julius Tapnel.
I always follow the justice I believe in.
Instead of praying to God, which he always recited, he recited the immature bravado he had been used to as a child, and spoke blasphemous words without looking at the angel who was looking at him disapprovingly.
“…. I’m sorry. “I think it will be difficult to receive gifts.”
“Don’t say such foolish things, Julius. Was he just a small man who was satisfied with a doll he had just glued together? “If you don’t like Erman, I will do my best to proceed with the plan myself.”
The angel seemed a little nervous and quickly moved his tongue.
However, Julius, who had already made up his mind, slowly shook his head.
“Because I am a loving wife. “Her wife is worried, so she can’t go out late.”
“Why are you saying that? Don’t you know that throwing it away is the right answer? Do you really think that choosing this miserable future is the best!”
“… I guess I was a man with a small mind after all. “I just can’t leave this woman alone.”
A brown-haired woman in my arms whose face I can’t even see.
Cecil An interrogator who slowly strokes the head of Lionelta and Nirhil.
Looking at him, who weakly chose the devil in the end, Lionel Taa looked for her tongue in a small way.
It resembles Tapnel, and even though it has a lot of affection, it is too much.
Realizing that his plan had gone awry, the Angel of Death lowered his head in sorrow.
I thought he would give up on his own, but it seems he was completely possessed by the Emperor’s nightmare.
Blonde hair that exudes a soft sheen like tarpnel.
Lionel Ta, who was staring at the back of Julius’ head, began to slowly weave the magic energy and her divine power into her new white and tiny hands.
If a problem occurs, the most reasonable solution is to eliminate the cause of the problem.
The Angel of Death, remembering the words Nirhil used to say a long time ago, smiles leisurely again.
There is no harm in trying it.
If that shell is the problem, all you have to do is shatter the body of Cecil you love.
A secret visitation from death that deceives even the senses of high-ranking demons.
The great power of Lionelta, the Angel of Death, is revealed in the hands of her master.
It’s black but pure white.
Magic energy and divine power constantly try to eat each other.
The opposing energies that were waging a silent war, even devouring their own energy, soon began to distort even space.
The power of death [Void].
Lionelta, who was looking at the mass of magic and divinity gathered into a small ball, held out her hand towards Julius and his wife with an indifferent expression and breathed lightly.
-After.
Starting with the breath that was blown into me, the black and white mass explodes in strength.
A subversive charge that seems to devour even the air.
Julius, who belatedly realized the secret power to tear apart Cecil’s body, looks back indifferently.
“… That doesn’t seem very pleasant.”
Lionelta.
After realizing the angel’s intention, Julius’s expression distorted as if he were a demon, and white flames began to flutter at the feet of the Heretic Questioner, who had even thrown away his honor.
“… No one can touch my wife in front of me.”
Julius, who gently let go of Cecile in his arms out of fear of being hurt, begins to draw out the power that resides in her heart.
The pure white flame of the Heretic Questioner, which was nothing short of ordinary, slowly turns golden with a heavenly brilliance, and a golden flame capable of burning everything explodes explosively from Julius’ body.
The great power that made the angel of faith the strongest spreading from his body.
He gave a small stomp towards Death, who was moving around and persistently targeting Cecil’s body.
-Tak.
The sound of shoe soles without a pulse.
However, what happened after that was truly the second coming of the Holy Age.
The flames of the tapenel exploded in all directions, engulfing Lionelta’s power that was embroidering the air.
In the midst of all this, he shows off his divine skills and does not let the flame touch my wife.
In order to avoid her golden flame, Lionel Tha quickly spread her wings and flew up, breaking out in a cold sweat and shaking her head once as if she was fed up.
“Really, it’s worth going around and saying that setting fires is your karma.”
“… Is the Dauphin coming after the surprise attack? Who would have thought that the Angel of Death, one of the pillars of heaven, would be so cowardly?”
In the midst of the golden flames that are about to burn all of Aran, Julius raises his eyes arrogantly and sneers at the angels flying in the sky.
After listening to the clergyman’s final profanity, Lionel Tha, who had made up her mind, shrugged her shoulders as if she had lost and shouted at him.
“There is nothing we can do. “Sometimes you have to use cowardly methods, because it is almost impossible to beat you head on.”
So, let’s end today’s meeting. Next time, I’ll come back with a real gift, not just words.
“That doesn’t sound like anything!”
“If you receive that gift, I am sure you will be happy. “I’ll wrap it up carefully and come back soon.”
In no time, the heavenly angel, with three pairs of large wings fully spread out, smiled and said goodbye to Julius.
Julius frowned at that obnoxious appearance, nervously pulled out the dagger stuck in his hand, and used his strength to bring out the flame again.
“Do you think you can escape by fluttering in the air? “I decided to cause an accident, so it might be a good idea to burn an angel today.”
“You speak so beautifully, in case anyone thought you were a disciple of Brookin and Emily. But is it okay if you keep looking at me? “You’re having a sad conversation with a woman who left your wife, whom you love so much.”
I am so happy for your wife.
After understanding what the angel was saying, Julius was shocked and quickly turned his head to Cecil who was next to him.
Could it be another trick?
Julius turned his head nervously.
In front of him, his lovely wife, who had wiped her face cleanly, was looking at her husband with a pretty face.
“Cecil, I still have something to say to Lady Lionelta, so hurry and get out of the way.”
Looking at Julius, who was looking at her with concern that her body might be damaged, the devil with a bright smile moved her small lips and spoke.
“… Julius. I’m so sad right now. How dare you turn a blind eye to that b*tch when I am there. “I’m here and you’re thinking of leaving me.”
I feel so sad that I feel like crying.
I feel like my heart will break.
It feels like you’re disappearing somewhere.
“So what? Just look at me. “Please don’t think about other women.”
If you can’t do that, at least die with me.
“…What did you do?”
At the sight of her unusual spirit, a drop of cold sweat rolled down Julius’ cheek.
Lionelta, who was looking at her Cecil from her firmament with her wings spread, twitches the corner of her mouth and sneers as she looks at her bewildered inquisitor.
“So I should have let myself stab myself in the heart. “How many times do I have to tell you that she is not your loving wife before?”
Well, if it shakes things up this much, can it be considered half a success?
An angel of death holding his stomach and laughing. Erman’s daughter, who was looking at her and Julius, smiled softly like an angel and whispered softly in a lovely voice.
“Me and Julius. And devour my hateful sister, Lionelta.”
Lana Hill.
It shatters the earth and wraps around Mount Tai.
Lana Hill, a huge serpent said to swallow the world.
Lanahil, the ancient monster who took on the body of Liliana Aran and secretly hid his huge body throughout history, appeared in the present world, devouring even time at the call of the legendary devil.
A black serpent that tears apart the earth of Aran and devours itself.
Julius, who was looking at the huge mouth, stretched out his hand and looked at his wife, who was laughing madly in front of him.
“Cecil!”
-Kwagwa River
A slender woman with explosive magical energy and the strongest Heretic Questioner. And the angel of death flying in the sky is swallowed whole.
A huge roar that shakes the earth.
There was no answer from her lovely wife.