My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 102

＜My wife is the devil (9)＞

The Telmere Church’s [Code of Conduct for Infiltrating Investigations and Demon Controlling Activities] are largely divided into three categories.

First.

From Inquisitor Trainees to Special Inquisitors. All Inquisitors of the Church, regardless of rank, must act as a two-person team or a three-person team including a priest.

Second.

If the location of the partner cannot be determined due to an unexpected emergency, immediately leave the operation area. (Return to a pre-determined safety point.)

third.

If you can’t get out of the operating area, change your priority to survival rather than demon fire.

In a way, this is an overly cautious rule.

There is neither bravery nor madness for the rules of conduct of the heretical inquisitors, who are often portrayed as fearless and mad fanatics.

To be honest, Daguri doesn’t have much business or if you’re wrong, run away.

In fact, inquisitors who were proud of their skills often acted alone, ignoring the so-called ‘sloppy’ denomination’s rules of conduct.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve been doing demon fire for 10 years. What kind of people go two by two to catch a squirrel? It’s enough for me to be alone.’

Of course, it has been a long time since all the heretic inquisitors who babbled around like this became cold corpses.

Statistically, the words that ranked highest among the wills of veteran inquisitors were ‘I am enough alone.’

It’s not that the denomination has made such an exaggerated code of conduct for nothing.

Overpayment was not a common word when it came to dealing with the devil.

– I, please! please don’t kill me Julius! Oh no. Please… don’t kill me.

“hate.”

– Oh, don’t do that. Please have mercy just once.

“hate.”

-Hey, you bastard dog dare! Do you know who I am! I am the eighteenth high demon. Flesh Sculptor Masha-

Just right.

– aah!

“… … Whether it’s a flesh carver or Marsha Hill. That is not my business.”

However, as there are always exceptions to all rules, it was not that there were no heresy inquisitors who were still alive despite completely ignoring the rules of conduct containing the wisdom of the ancestors.

The nightmare of a low-level demon that will burst with bubbles just by hearing its name.

bone crusher.

Julius Tafnel was the protagonist.

He has been working as a heretic interrogator for 10 years and has violated safety rules a total of 749 times, setting a new record of insensitivity to safety that no one in the 500-year history of the Telmere Church can surpass.

The reason he’s still alive, limbs and body… Well, what can you say? There is no one in the world who does not know why.

Except for one pitiful high-ranking demon who has only slept for 500 years and doesn’t know much about the world.

***

profit–

“… … Hmmm, I’m in a bit of trouble.”

In the middle of the corridor of the spiral palace, all the windows in the hallway are covered with strange portraits, giving off a dark and eerie atmosphere.

Julius, the proud new record holder for the Telmere Church’s insensitivity to safety, was now feeling an uncommon feeling of embarrassment.

“… … The room has disappeared.”

a corner of the field of view.

Looking at the ‘insignificant’ high-ranking demon whose soul had been burned to the point of being unable to regenerate, Julius muttered softly.

Next to him like that, just a few dozen minutes ago, he blinked his eyes and said, ‘I don’t care whether it’s the young girl or the old girl. We have to figure out where everyone is!’ I couldn’t see Cecil sniffing his nose while muttering a strange sound.

like a miracle.

No, something quite unusual happened to the Julius couple, who had been sticking together for almost an hour after the reunion, which was a miracle itself.

“… … It was only for a brief moment that I sold my eyes, but it disappeared right in front of my eyes. It seems that the magic of the devil called Arnhill was much more powerful than I thought.”

Julius sighed deeply as he looked at the traces of the eighteenth high-ranking demon “Flesh Sculptor Marshahill”, whose body has now been completely burned and only the grotesque huge right hand barely retains its original form.

Then, slowly, he moved to the place where the high-ranking demon had been burned to death. Even if it wasn’t a big deal, I was looking for any clues.

Well, even if there was a clue at the point when everything was burned, it would have been burned.

fight- dung-duk-

Above his head, looking for clues about Erman, an ominous eerie sound came from above.

It was the sound of crimson flesh wriggling and moving and bumping into each other.

“… … .”

Hmm. Also, is there no such thing as a clue? I’m really in trouble.

Knowing that there would be no income, Julius looked around the place where the high-ranking demon had been for some reason a few more times, and then shook his head as if in trouble.

Why the hell did he get separated from Cecil and rummage through the corpse of a demon in the middle of such a secluded, unpopular hallway?

To put it bluntly as to the reason, Julius was now in a state of lost children.

really. shamefully.

‘Julius! You must never look away from here. Understand?’

‘… … I know what a little child I am.’

‘But Julius. Julius sometimes does weird things, so-‘

‘Uh-huh. Didn’t you say it was okay?’

About an hour ago from now.

After successfully infiltrating into the spiral palace, Julius and Cecil followed the energy of Erman spread throughout the palace.

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Meanwhile.

‘…Sa, please save me…’

‘Well? washroom. stop for a moment Someone here…?’

Julius, who briefly glanced at the man’s rescue request from the man who was terrified from beyond the wall, lost Cecil by the magic of Arnhill, which randomly mixes the space that was activated just in time.

The man who had been knocking on the wall to save his life had no clue as to whether he had flew to another place.

‘… … That’s a big deal. I lost the washroom.’

In fact, strictly speaking, Cecil lost Julius rather than Julius lost Cecil, but Julius decided to choose the former.

The role of finding the missing child is usually the role of the one who has lost his eyes.

Julius could never admit that he had become a child.

‘… … This is a bit difficult.’

Julius, who had lost Cecil in an instant, frowned, feeling anxious at once.

His wife, more precious than himself, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In my mind, I wanted to find Cecil right away and overturn the entire palace.

However, in a palace that is like a complex maze where spaces are mixed at will.

Without the magical remnants of the devil, there is no way he could find Cecil properly, so Julius decided to proceed with his original plan, ‘Find Erman and Arnhill.’

‘… … If it was a head-to-head match, I would even go through the wall. Infiltrating doesn’t fit the spirit.’

In fact, everyone who knows it knows this, but apart from being good at tracking, Julius used to do strange things that sometimes led him to get lost in the way he knew.

as short as one month. This is the reason why it took three months to arrive at Kente Village, which can be reached in two months at the most.

Of course, it is usually a weakness that does not stand out because Cryle, who finds the way very well, is next to him or because Cecil is clinging to his back. It was a good weakness.

It’s not that I broke the safety rule not to act alone 749 times for nothing.

Of course, from the standpoint of demons and heretics, it is only the difference between dying early and dying late.

‘Before anything happens to Cecil, the situation itself is resolved.’

Julius, who was staring intently into the empty space where Cecil seemed to be appearing even at any moment, nodded his head and made up his mind.

Rather than wasting time looking for the missing Cecil, he decided to have a conversation with Erman quickly. It was still complicated in his head when he thought of the fallen saint, but for now, Julius continued to walk recklessly.

Julius is often mistaken for a thoughtful and calm man because of his noble appearance and terrifying love for Cecil, but in reality he was neither very thoughtful nor calm.

To put it bluntly, he was a man with the same disposition as Fire. He was the type of man whose fists speak louder than words when solving a case.

He pretended to be more rational than anyone else, but in fact he was more emotional than anyone else.

‘… … .’

Tick-tock-

Wandering through the halls of the palace that spiraled aimlessly, chasing the reverberations of a saint and a high-ranking demon.

He encountered a high-ranking demon who called himself a flesh sculptor. After a fierce (?) battle that lasted for several seconds, it had reached the present time when he was mourning in the middle of the hallway without even a trivial clue.

“… … The reverberation is also faint here. It would have been nice to have Cecil together.”

Did he become stronger in response to the power of a high-ranking demon? Julius, who looked around the surroundings, capturing the strangely uncontrollable “gold” in his heart, chewed his lower lip and swept his bangs wildly.

Up until now, I had followed the reverberation of the saint from all over the hallway, that is, the smell of the flames in my heart, but from here on, even the traces of it have faded.

It was like being in distress in the open sea.

‘Should I call Nerondir… No. Not yet.’

Completely lost clues.

As a last resort, I thought of calling the Holy Sword with Lionelta outside the current palace to disturb Arnhill’s senses, but he immediately dismissed it as an absurd idea and shook his head.

If you have a holy sword that is loved by God and has special powers, you will be able to easily get out of this situation, which is like wandering in the open sea.

In fact, among the powers of the Holy Sword, there is the power of a “guide” that finds the right path.

However, if you summon Nerondir now, the location of Julius will be discovered by Erman and Arnhill at once.

Even though he was the strongest man in the world, it was not a very pleasant situation to find out that he had invaded the palace without permission by them, who were taking all of the countless human beings in Darkana, the capital of Liriam.

Of course, if Cecil’s life is in danger, he will bring in the holy sword, even if he is willing to sacrifice the entire capital, but there is no need to overdo it, since the life of Cecil, who has almost the same strength as Julius without a holy sword, will not be in danger right now. there was no

“… … It’s more troublesome than I thought.”

how about this Should I just keep moving forward? Or should I find another way?

Looking at the crimson corridor that was just straight and stretched so that there was no end in sight, Julius was deeply troubled.

The tracking technique, which was considered a chess, lost its power in front of the spiral palace that formed a labyrinth close to infinity.

The ‘weapon’, which was usually used, was in a state of not being able to use it hastily because there were hostages.

The holy sword, the last resort, cannot be called because it is not yet time.

That is a desperate situation where the word “beyond thatched” is a perfect fit.

Seriously, like Cecil did, he should sniff and find her and join her, but at that moment Julius was struggling.

cack- cack-

“… … Well?”

From the other side of the hallway, which just stretched out in a straight line and infinity, where only darkness could be seen, the unbelievable crow’s chirping began to resound.

“… … This sound.”

Obviously, Cecil’s workhorse.

Julius involuntarily turned his head toward the place where he could hear the familiar chirping.

– Whoa! Whoa!

A fleeting time passes when only the crow’s chirp is resounding. After a while, it appeared from the darkness, an artistic creature in perfect harmony with jet-black magic and a little divine power.

– Whoa! Whoa!

“… … her. Nice to see you here It’s a shame to say things like this to a sergeant, though.”

– Knock! Cut!

It was the black crow that flew towards Julius while vigorously flapping its tiny wings.

A crow-shaped workhorse created by Cecil Lionelta.

Commonly known as Parachute Corps Commander Kamang.

– Knock! Whoa! Whoa!

“noisy. Either speak or keep your mouth shut.”

-… … .

We will guide a man named Julius Tafnel to the final story of an elite inquisitor.

It was the moment when the guide appeared.