57 – Heresy Inquisitor Cecil Lionelta
Tap-step── Step-step──.
It is nothing more than the sound of shoes that can be commonly heard while walking down the street.
The sound that spread every time the heel of a shoe came into contact with pure white marble was a mixture of an unconcealable elegance and a powerful presence.
The owner of those heavy steps.
A man with blond hair neatly tied down, neatly dressed in a black uniform resembling mourning clothes.
Heresy Inquisitor Julius Tapnel is in a place where the world has become uninhabited by the devil’s magic.
I was slowly walking in the middle of the central church of the Telmere Church, located in Darkana, the capital of Lyriam.
If it were the central church where only the best priests and inquisitors in the kingdom were stationed, I had a faint hope that there would be people left.
All you can hear is the sound of shoes coming from your own feet.
It was eerily quiet, as if there had been people there just a moment ago. The broken holy water bottles and traces of a fierce battle scattered here and there only created confusion that made it difficult to guess what on earth had happened there.
What is even more puzzling is the beautiful woman with brown hair, always chattering next to the blonde interrogator.
The sound of Cecil Lionelta’s footsteps was also not heard.
Could it be that she, too, fell under the spell of an evil arch-demon named Arnhil?
“Hihi, it’s so nice to be alone together like this. I can feel only you, without any other distractions. “I don’t think it’s all that bad.”
No, listening to the crazy devil’s words coming from behind, it seemed that the woman named Cecil Lioneltar had not disappeared due to Arnhil’s magic, but had merely moved to her place on the inquisitor’s wide back.
“…Cecil, don’t you feel the energy of anyone other than us in the city?”
“Well, I can feel the presence of people inside the palace where that b*tch Arnhil is… Well? “I can’t feel any energy outside.”
“… Tsk, what exactly happened here?”
Julius frowned and swallowed his sleep as he looked at the results of the magic that had reached the incomprehensible realm created by the devil.
It has been 15 years since I lived a life of honest destruction of devils and heretics.
She had seen countless strange and grotesque scenes since she was 12 years old, but she was lost and wandering like a lost lamb in the face of an unprecedented situation where the entire population of the city was evaporating.
Looking at her man in such confusion, the woman frowned and was lost in thought.
Cecil Lionel Ta was equally lost and lost.
‘Now that I have finally rekindled my eternal love with Julius. You need to wake up your original body. We must quickly break off Arnhil’s head and destroy her throne.’
Rather than wandering around, she begins to assess her future and come up with an elaborate plan.
As expected, does the devil who has entered the realm of a wise man who lived for thousands of years have a trick to overcome this situation?
‘After that, I spend a hot night with Julius… No, hot days. How many children should I have? The more evidence of love, the better, so it would be better to make Layla have about 5 younger siblings… No, 10?’
Not to mention the wise man, even the wise man was shaking his head as he was imagining something bizarre.
For a moment, we both lost ourselves in our own thoughts and walked down the empty white marble hallway of the church.
Too─ Buck─.
The regular sound of shoe footsteps suddenly disappears, and the interrogator’s footsteps stop in front of a simple wooden door.
“… This is Erman’s office.”
“… Arnhill will eventually follow dad’s plan.”
After saying those words, there was silence between the two for a moment, and eventually the mouths of the priest and the devil opened at the same time.
“If you go in and destroy everything, you might find out something.”
“Let’s go in and destroy everything!”
Two people spitting out the same creepy sound.
At the sight of the devil laughing bashfully, rubbing his face behind his back, as if that was funny, Julius threw away his serious mood from earlier and walked slowly into the saint’s office with a more relaxed attitude.
‘Whatever happens. She is by my side now. ‘Cecile is alive and breathing like this, so what is there to be afraid of?’
The man named Julius Tapnel is, by nature, a man with the nature of simply burning the enemies in front of him and moving forward silently.
After Cecil died, her true nature lost its luster as she was always lost in her agony and loss, but she came back to life as her demon and recognized her as her true self again. After holding her delicate body in my arms.
Inside his clear golden eyes is a boy with short hair from back in the day.
The justice of simply burning down the evil in front of us with a subversive spirit without any worries began to take hold once again.
Kkii Iik────.
The Heretic Questioner, who is slowly starting to return to his former glory, and the devil, whose head is filled with flowers and lust, are the culprits of all this. Saint Erman’s office was revealed.
It was an overly plain space for a saint chosen by God to reside.
“… I always think about it, but Erman is too simple.”
“…… “It would have been nice if the evil plan had been kept a little more simple.”
Cecil whispers quietly in a voice that sounds quite bitter.
Julius, who felt sorry for her and felt sorry for her due to the light sadness and anger in her voice, gently placed her on the floor.
“… Huh? “What, I wanted to ride a little more.”
“Wait a minute, before I investigate this place. “There is something I want you to do.”
Julius begins to slowly approach her with a serious expression on his face.
Cecil, who was tilting her head inexplicably, glanced at his golden eyes without thinking as he approached her.
As he felt his mind becoming dizzy from the spirit of the man who filled his mind, his legs almost gave out.
“Cecil, even though Erman is doing something ridiculous like turning back time.”
“… ….”
“There is nothing to worry about. “I will definitely protect you as you are now.”
“… ….”
“… Cecil, is what you are hearing correct?”
She placed her hand on her slender shoulder and looked at him in admiration with her mouth wide open and drooling as she heard the insanely attractive man’s voice coming from a distance so close that their chests were touching. He was barely able to come to his senses when he saw Julius looking at him as if he was suspicious of something.
“… I’m sorry, my mind keeps getting foggy when I look at your face…,”
“Hmm, anyway. Even if it means my life will end. “I will definitely protect you…”
“That’s not possible.”
The woman who seemed like a simpleton before disappeared like a midsummer mirage, and a devil with a dangerous look in her deep blue eyes touched the cheek of the man in front of her as if she loved it and whispered softly. .
“If you die, I will kill myself right then and there. So, don’t say things like sacrificing your life to protect me. Even though we weren’t born together. “Because when I die, I want to die at the same time.”
“… Yes, then I will do my best not to sacrifice my life.”
“hehehehe, you did really well.”
The devil, who was in a very good mood after hearing the interrogator say that he would not risk his life, started to smile brightly again, showing his innocent face.
She lifted her foot up to pat his head, just like my daughter Leila used to do when she did her tricks.
“…Cecil, no matter what you do, the head won’t work.”
In the end, it failed due to the desperate struggle of Julius Tapnel, a man who built his pride in strange places.
“Wow! In times like this, it’s the proper thing for a man to just quietly accept it! “You pat my head all the time, so why can’t I?”
Bwaaeaeak────!
The devil was so angry that he started complaining, waving his arms around with tears in his eyes.
The sight of Cecil, who had not lived up to her age of thousands of years and was showing endless foolishness towards the man, brought tears to my eyes, and the holy sword Nerondir, which was neatly tied to Julius’s waist, trembled once on the body of the sword as if it were shaking his teeth.
“Anyway. “I will return this to you as an oath to stop Erman’s plan and protect you.”
“… ….”
A faint, warm red light streaming from the candlestick hanging in the saint’s office.
The silver rocket with such a sparkle begins to glow faintly, as if shyly.
Looking at the evidence of the love she had longed for flowing into her own eyes, Cecil stretched out her hand toward her necklace as if possessed by something.
Swoosh───.
Just before the silver necklace and her pure white hand touched, Julius slowly pulled his hand away as if he was playing a practical joke.
Cecil was so angry at his outrageous act of deceit that she opened her mouth to say something.
─── Heh.. Heeup.
She lost her mind for a moment at the sight of her man’s tongue filling her mouth and the smell of her beloved husband’s flesh, which colored her brain white and made her a fool. Oh no,
Only after Julius’s lips gently parted and the search of her office began with the sound of neat shoes, did the woman named Cecil Lionel Tarn blink her eyes and come to her senses.
“What, what? Did my eyes flash for a moment? “I don’t remember anything!”
Cecil’s eyes kept rolling as she felt as if she had lost something due to Julius’s kissing skills that instantly made her lose the strong spirit of an arch-demon that could withstand eons.
The moment she turned her head to ask what he had done to the man who was stroking her chin and opening the Bibles on her bookshelf,
She realized it.
“……Necklace.”
A long time ago, a very long time ago.
The silver necklace that always adorned the nape of her neck.
A beautiful jewel-encrusted locket with a small but very beautiful portrait hidden gently.
She thought as she touched the chain that felt a slight chill at the nape of her neck.
No, I had no choice but to vomit out the joy that filled my mind to the point where I couldn’t even think.
Just one word.
“…… Hey.”
“……Cecil, what are you doing there?”
“… Hey… Hey… Hey.”
“… Hey? “What on earth are you trying to say?”
─────Hey!
Just like her own daughter, Layla, the woman smiles as if she owns the whole world, and a bright cheer that seems to put everyone who hears it in a good mood comes out of her mouth.
“Huh, is it that good?”
“Good, good, good. I will never give it back now. “If you’re going to take it from me, kill me and take it.”
“I won’t take it from you, and it’s even worse to kill it. Because it was yours in the first place. “Do as you wish.”
“You have to keep doing this even when you sleep and take a bath… Ah! Right. “I forgot about that.”
Just──!
Cecil begins to carefully cast a spell on the necklace by snapping her fingers and making a cheerful sound, channeling the magical energy within her.
Julius, who was diligently wandering around the saint’s office next to him, could only gaze contentedly at the devil making a fuss and practicing magic inside the church.
It is never destroyed. She twitched her nose once, having put into her small necklace a tremendous magic that blasphemed the truth of Rom, who had distorted her reality.
hehehehe-
Julius shook his head at the sight of the devil who was so happy that he kept jumping in place.
If I had known that you would like me this much, I would have thrown away all your worries and walked away right away.
With the thought
In my mind.
***
“So, did you find anything?”
I didn’t do the investigation I was told to do, but instead I caught the reckless devil who was running around like he was crazy, adjusting the necklace around my neck, and gave him ‘education’ with a kiss.
Cecile, who finally seemed to have come to her senses and returned to the appearance of a demure woman with a faint elegance, tilted her head as she looked at Julius who was looking at something with interest next to her.
“I didn’t find anything about the devil, but I did find some pretty interesting documents. “No, what if this also has something to do with the devil?”
The brown-haired woman began to twitch her mouth as if she was dissatisfied with her man’s extremely confusing answer.
Look at that mischievous smile on the blonde’s lips.
Of course, he was originally a mischievous man full of fun, but looking at that smile made her feel like she was going to die of hate.
Cecil grabbed the piece of parchment in Julius’ hand with a thud, poked him in the chest, and whispered as she passed by.
“Hmph, since it makes me feel good, I see you’re ready to prank me again, haven’t I told you for a long time? “Please only play pranks on the bed.”
“…Cecil, how can you put such absurd words into her mouth as a woman?”
She smiled as she looked at the cute figure of Julius Tapnell, a man with blond hair who was lowering his head and sighing as if he were a man. She hummed a congratulatory song congratulating her on her small victory and held the gift in her hand. I began to slowly read the words written on the parchment.
“Well, let’s see… huh?”
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[List of honorary positions in the Church of Telmere]
The identity of the piece of parchment in Cecil’s hand was a directory containing the names of people who had been awarded honorary positions by the Church of Telmere.
Why is this document, which probably contains the names of faithful servants of God, such as Julius and Crail, related to the devil?
If I had seen this as Nirhil, I would have realized the truth at once, but unfortunately, the current Cecil was in a ‘foolish’ state with a lot of Julius’ affection in her mind.
I just read this with my eyes rolling cutely and my mouth twitching.
“Hmph, it has something to do with the devil. “It’s just a name I’ve heard before.”
“… Well, if you keep reading, you will find out. “I think it would be more interesting to read it yourself rather than for me to tell you.”
Even though she looked at the interrogator standing next to her with a puzzled expression, he just smiled and glanced at the parchment in her hand.
“Um… Aren’t you kidding me again?”
“… What do you think of me?”
“That’s right, it’s a big puppy, my own puppy. hehehehe.”
As she playfully nudged the big dog’s thick forearm, she read down the boring old people’s names, and for a moment, the very familiar names of priests finally revealed themselves in her eyes. It started.
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Excellent Inquisitor Julius Tapnel – Honorary advisor to the Inquisitor Training Center.
“… Why are you giving such a dangerous position? What if the girls being trained fall in love with Julius?”
Excellent Interrogator Cryle Raynell – Honorary Advisor to the Orphan Asylum.
“Hey, Mr. Crayle. “You also had this position.”
Second Inquisitor Thalia Ziphnel – General manager of the southern region’s demonic fire system.
“It’s just a practical job with no fame or anything. Why is this b*tch’s name here? Joy!”
Super Priest Brukin – Administrator of the Kente Ancient Temple.
“… If I really have to ask, he is my father… I should say hello to him at least once.”
The names of the few people the devil knows, who think that love with a man is everything in life, linger in the corner of his eye for a moment and then disappear. It wasn’t until she opened the last page of her list that she realized what Julius had said: ‘It has to do with the devil.’
Our beloved daughter Cecil – Honorary Second Class Inquisitor.
In the old parchment, elegant handwriting is visible between smudges of ink, as if a drop of tear had been dropped.
A surprise gift that Saint Erman, who valued principles, secretly prepared for his lovely daughter.
Even though, due to her tragic death, the gift was just left to rest in a corner of the study for years.
Five years have passed. No, after thousands of years had passed, the saint’s gift was to his poor daughter, the devil.
It was once again in the hands of Cecil Lionelta.
“I guess Erman was secretly planning to give you a position as a gift.”
“… ….”
“… Congratulations, Cecil. Even though it was a late gift, I hope you liked it.”
A miserable being that crawls along the ground and hides in the darkness to avoid the sun.
The name carries the meaning of contempt, the devil.
She was once nobler than any other woman in the kingdom, and as the spouse of the strongest heretic inquisitor, Julius Tapnel, she had no shame whatsoever.
In order to overcome the ordeal of death that was given to a woman named Cecil, she fell into the abyss of evil and became defiled, but she had a certain thought in her heart.
Isn’t she no longer a shameless helpmate for him? That thought.
‘You dirty devil, you defile Brother Julius!’
Talia Ziffnell, the woman he cherished like her own sister, said.
You are a dirty devil, you are nothing but a shadow that turns black the man who shines like the sun named Julius.
Cecil became angry at her words.
Yes, she thought so too.
The devil is an evil that should be despised, pointed at, and extinguished under the hot sun just by its name.
But as I was gently held in his arms, and I longed for the dizzying scent of flesh,
I can’t bear to give up my one and only partner who whispers sweet words to me.
Even if it means shrinking your body, lowering your head, and hiding yourself. She wanted to stand next to him.
“… That’s a good gift, Dad.”
Although it can be said that Saint Erman’s gift was intended for Saint Erman’s adopted daughter, Cecil Lionelta, not for the current corrupted and vile devil, the Great Devil Cecil.
A phrase that shines beyond words.
[Heresy Questioner]
I really want to have the qualifications to stand proudly by his side.
The devil named Cecil coveted something he should never have as an evil person.
“hehehehe, it was good. From now on, I will defeat the great devil.”
-Caw…Caw?
Outside the window of the saint’s office, a flock of jackdaws huddled together on the eaves of a small two-story house chirped.
What on earth is the owner talking about?
At her unimaginable words of defeating the great evil, black birds and other shadows given the form of jackdaws made a fuss,
In order to stop the blasphemous words that dare to come out of the mouth of an evil void, the Holy Sword spontaneously levitates its body and tries to strike down the iron fist of justice.
───Chin.
-……?
“Nerondir, please turn a blind eye.”
Wooow────!
“I think I understand now. “That’s what she meant.”
If the worshiper toasts it, he is a human being, but if the worshiper toasts it with poison, he is a devil.
“Whether it is a life born in the void or a life born in the arms of parents, what is important is not the pattern.”
Wow──.
A blond-haired Heretic Questioner whispering softly to the pure white holy sword in my hand.
Julius Tapnel took a deep breath for the last time, smiled like a wise man who had seen the truth, and spat out words towards Nerondir.
“Only one thing is important. It is the correctness of the beliefs held in one’s heart. “Nothing else matters.”
Cecil Lionelta.
Unable to accept death, which was the happiest moment of life.
A persistent woman who wandered into her own emptiness and tried to win her love even by desecrating herself.
The size of her faith in her heart is so great that it extends beyond the ocean and encompasses the entire world.
The words coming out of her mouth are an insult to the Lord.
-… ….
The ruler of all things.
A being called the father of all people.
Rom just watched her bold remarks.
“From now on, Cecil Lionelta will defeat the 24 Great Devils!”
-Caw! Caw!
“You’re so noisy! “Everyone stay still!”
The crows, who intuitively sensed the words coming out of her mouth, pounded on the window and cried out, and the legions of dreams with the shapes of monsters, magic swords, and devils sleeping in the swamp of shadows also opened their heavy eyes. Jieon Jeong will flutter and shake.
I couldn’t stop her from smugly twitching the corner of her mouth and opening her mouth towards the strongest priest holding a pure white holy sword in front of me.
“My name is Cecil! From today, I am the Heretic Inquisitor of the Telmere Church. “He’s the same interrogator as Julius!”
Inquisitor Cecil Lionelta.
Blessing the birth of the first demon heresy inquisitor, her grand congratulatory song rang out powerfully in the dark central church with her at the center.
Wuuu!
-Kkiek, kkiek… Kkiek???
-Caaa!!!
-Gwaaa!
-Tsk.
Even though the anthem consists of the screams of holy swords and familiars.
“… Then, you are also my subordinate now.”
“hehehehe, I am Julius’s wife, subordinate, and property.”
The golden eye and the wall eye only reflect each other.
For the devil and the priest who are lost in a world where they can only hear each other’s breathing.
This, too, will surely embellish their minds.
It will be a pleasant memory of a time when.
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“You, Julius. What on earth are you talking about? The representative of me, the representative of my faith… Anyway, you just stand by and watch the devil call himself the Heretic Inquisitor?!”
Of course, the sky above the sky.
To an angel named Tapnel, one of the pillars of heaven.
To decorate your mind.
It may have been a terrible nightmare from the past.