My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 110

#My wife is the devil (17)

– By the way, my lord. Who is Arnhill?

The question was suddenly thrown at Cecil.

Cecil, who was walking a little hurriedly, chasing the strong divine energy flowing from the other side of the hallway, was puzzled by the extremely polite and polite question of “Ansila,” a cheeky workhorse who has spoken without sarcastic or sarcastic remarks since birth. He made a face and shook his head.

“… … Well, why are you suddenly curious about that?”

– There is a saying that if you are tired, you will be burned out. The place where the current owner resides has been affected by powerful beings called high-ranking demons, and the magic and divine powers are not properly expressed. And that means that the master must seek my help in order to engage in a smooth and pleasant battle.

In short, it was a request to teach information about the enemy in order to match the sum in advance.

As she kept copies of all the high-ranking demons, Ansila knew them well enough, but she had no information about the demons of Arnhill, enough to say that she was ignorant.

‘There was a lot of information about Arnhill that was hidden from the past. If you are the owner, you may know more about this… No, you know more. That’s right, Arnhill-nim is Nirhill-nim’s younger brother.’

From the primordial demon Lionelta to the great serpent Ranahill, Ansila’s archives of high-level demonic manuscripts averaged about 80% recall. It was also said that almost all parts except the personality were perfectly reproduced.

Even in the case of the mad bicon “Langsa Hill”, it is enough to reproduce all of his personality and habits.

-If I ever lose to Arnhill-sama, a disaster might happen. This is a question to be sure.

In comparison, Arnhill’s copy had a recall rate of less than 0.1%. When I summoned it, I didn’t even know how to fight, as only some soft black mud came out.

So naturally, the only information Ansila knows about Arnhill, who can’t get out of Cecil’s nest, is ‘500 years ago, she murdered Saint Telmere using Jeepnel, the angel of love.’ it is to the extent

How ignorant of an enemy you may have to deal with in a few minutes right now. As Ansila, who is serious about helping Cecil apart from her words and actions, it was not an option but a necessity to ask Cecil a question about Arnhill to gather information.

“… … uh.”

However, Ansila overlooked one big problem. It was overlooked that Cecil’s condition is still ‘dumb Cecil’.

Unlike ‘Demon Cecil’, who shows cool judgment and excellent intelligence, Cecil in a stupid state was really good at uttering outrageous nonsense.

And the useless skill of ‘speaking nonsense’, Ansila came to experience firsthand with her huge body.

just now.

“what? Are you threatening me now? ‘Heh heh. If you want to fight elegantly and with dignity, you’d better cooperate with me. ‘What is this? If you ever intend to make such a stupid threat to me, you better stop right now. Of course, it would be impossible to fight with grace and dignity without you. But if I get rid of all the witnesses who saw me fighting, there’s no problem.”

-… … .

what really How the hell do you know what kind of demon Arnhill is?

Shouldn’t the alumni answer be called art at this point? Ansila continued speaking again while forcing the nonsensical thought of “

-… … Conceptually, that’s not possible, is it? How long the hell are you babbling? And ‘kuhehe’, what is it? Such a vulgar laugh. Even the poor bum in the back alley wouldn’t laugh like that.

“yes? weird. Nobles usually laugh like this.

– In the presence of a woman, no less than such a vulgar laugh in front of a priest’s wife. It seems that the noblemen of Liriam have no dignity.

There must have been some empirical reasons for Cecil’s erratic alumni answer.

Seriously, if you keep your mouth shut, Cecil is the most perfect tax-saving person in the world, so just taking a look at her beautiful face may bring out a disorganized smile like ‘Kuhhehe’.

It was only a rough estimate of my master’s struggles as a human being, but Ansila, who had guessed it, spoke to Cecil again.

It wasn’t the hard and blunt tone I had before, but the kind and warm tone of the morning sun, which is not like me. As if sympathizing.

– You’ve been through a lot of trouble. Well, isn’t that unavoidable? Since I was born as a beautiful woman, it is my destiny to get tangled in such lowly things. I also belong to the pretty side for a planet-

“What are you talking about? I’ve never heard of such a thing? What in the world has a tall man smile like that in front of a saint’s daughter?”

-… … ?

Wasn’t that the voice of the vulgar noble men?

Of course, as if Ansila’s guess, which she thought must have been her own experience, was wrong, Cecil narrowed her forehead and tilted her head when she heard what I was saying.

“When I was a kid, my father was in charge of my escort. And when I was a flower girl, Julius was my escort. Ansylla, okay? The greatest saint of all time and the greatest inquisitor of all time were my escorts. If you say something wrong, even a nobleman has an escort who can make a quick judgment, right?”

-… Well, it must have been an atmosphere that would make you cry instead of laughing. It was my lie. You forgot for a moment how overprotective you were when you were a human.

Although the word ‘common sense’ that came out of the mouth of a woman named Cecil Lionelta was very absurd, Ansila meekly admitted that she had made a mistake in Cecil’s words.

Even though he has become an existence that can be called an evil god right now, isn’t it Julius Tafnel, a man with arms and legs carrying Cecil like a child, thinking about what to do if he falls while walking on the road?

Even if you fight barefoot, you can defeat the best knight in the world in a second. In the past, when you were a really weak woman, how much you overprotected.

Ansila, who did not find it difficult to remember her master’s foolishness in Julius’s arms while biting the pacifier, prayed for the rest, not the rest of the noble men of the Liriam Kingdom, who were forced to become gentle gentlemen. Some of them must have returned to the arms of the angel of death, Lionelta, before dawn without knowing it or not.

In fact, at the hands of Erman and Julius, some noble families never evaporated from Liream, so Ansila’s second guess was correct, unlike the first.

“… … Especially Julius? Surprisingly, he is very possessive. Even when the guy was near me, he would put his arm around my waist. As if this woman is mine, so don’t touch it.”

-… … .

What the heck, why is this sound suddenly coming out?

I just had a second thought, but I can’t keep up with the story.

While Ansila reflected on her own words for a moment, Cecil’s nonsense turned into a story about how possessive a man named Julius Tafnel was.

You say something like you’ve heard it over and over again. Ansila, who only heard the information about Arnhill at dawn the next day, decided to have some time for self-reflection later and cut off Cecil’s waist with a single knife.

It also solves the question of who shed the laughter sound of ‘kuhehe’. From Ansila’s common sense, unless it was an animal whose head was full of copulation, it was unlikely that she would shed such a non-funny laugh.

-As I say again, please do it only in front of your daughter after all the banquets have been completed.

“There’s no way you can do this in front of Layra. When a demon suddenly appears, introduces you as your mother, and sheds an unpleasant laugh while talking about something like that with your father, it’s usually ‘This devil dares insult your mother and father! I’m going to kill you!’ Leila, who fluttered her hair resembling Julius and rushed at me… Oh, but it might be just as cute as that.”

-… … I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said. So, back to the point.

“What kind of bitch Arnhill was? Well, in a nutshell.”

-… Who the hell was the crazy nobleman who laughed ‘kuhehe’?

“Yes? was that one Since it was the main point, I thought of course it was on the Arnhill side.”

Cecil scratched his head with a shaky expression on Ansila’s question, which was blurring the point.

long time ago. The saint Telmere said, Humans resemble their creator, the Lord Rom, and the workhorses resemble their creator, the devil. There is a saying

In a nutshell, it’s a non-electric warfare. That devil is called that workman.

It was the same whether it was Cecil or Ansila, who kept leaking the other way without talking.

I wonder how much laughter the ‘kuhehe’ sounded like. Ansila rushed to Cecil with an urgent voice.

– So, tell me quickly. There will be no waste of time if the master speaks out loud.

“I think it’s already wasted enough… I can’t help but wonder. Are you saying that kuhehe laugh? To be precise, I didn’t hear it. That’s what Julius next to me heard.”

-I’m not curious about anything like before and after. So who the hell was laughing like that?

“So, to be precise, they are royalty, not nobles. what a princess What was the name von Liream? Did you say that you were born intact and drooled in front of Julius? I didn’t do anything, but I was really surprised that I was doing something strange by myself. It was meant to prevent me from going to the ball because I was hit with water.”

-… … In the meantime, you must have been thinking about what to do. At this point, it’s great.

Suddenly, I learned about the dark history of one of the princesses of the Liream Kingdom. And what the saint’s daughter was doing to win love in the past.

– Hmmm. well anyway. Now is the time to get back to the real thing. That’s all it takes to match the master’s nonsense.

Although there are still some absurd things left—so, what the hell is the reason for the princess being so rude, the reason why Cecil was not reprimanded even after she dared to throw water at the princess? cleared his voice

From now on, you need to clear your mind and have a serious conversation. The frivolous chatter was simply a warm-up process to turn the stupid Cecil Lionelta back into the wise Cecil Lionelta.

Although a little bit of personal curiosity was involved, Ansila’s absurd behavior actually worked. This is because Cecil’s eyes, with a stupid-looking face, gradually turned dark gray right after Ansila started talking nonsense. The personality of ‘Nirhill’, who had not seen the two of them beating drums and babbling nonsense, had returned to some extent.

“… … You’re talking nonsense, don’t you. In this urgent situation, whether you are trying to satisfy your low-level personal curiosity, you should be punished for your actions, but since the situation is a situation, I will postpone the punishment until later.”

Cecil’s eyes became eerily sharp, as if it was a lie like the loose and loose atmosphere before.

– Is this true? I’m so sorry.

He only served as an assistant with all his hard work and loyalty, but only after being struck by lightning, a voice came out of Ansila’s mouth without realizing it.

I knew from the beginning that this was going to happen, but it was 100% intentional, but it was unfair to feel unfair. I felt like I had been stabbed in the back by a close friend.

However, Cecil dismissed her voice as if she did not understand Ansila’s grumblings and continued the conversation.

“Don’t complain. It’s not worth the time.”

-… … sorry.

Obviously, Cecil started talking nonsense first, but Cecil scolded him for saying nonsense.

Even though she thought it was a little, no, very unfair, Ansila in the end made no excuses and just bowed her head at Cecil’s words.

Even when he was an idiot Cecil, he couldn’t have imagined that he would confront Cecil as the Demon Queen.

It made me want to get down on my knees and bow my head, even if there was no strange charisma radiating from my body right away. I wanted to make an oath of obedience to prove that my loyalty had not changed.

Cecil’s talent, the evil woman’s timber, used to subdue and dominate others very effectively only with this atmosphere. It is also not a coincidence that her power as a demon is a form of power that subjugates and dominates the myriad of workhorses.

Even Julius, known for his strong wick, was constantly shaken and anguished by the temptation of the devil Cecil. What can I say? It was different from Cecil, an idiot holding a dog’s leash and shining his eyes.

“It would take a month to find him by walking on foot like this. Unleash the workhorses all over the palace. We need to do things a little more efficiently.”

-… … If you release a large number of scavengers, there is a high chance that Arnhill and Erman will notice it. Then there’s the possibility that you and your husband will be in danger-

“Does not matter. Anyway, it is a self-evident fact that our location will be discovered by Arnhill, whether it is early or late. If you’re going to get caught anyway, it’s best to release the samurai and help him find the right path quickly. If I can hit Arn Hill with a quick and quick move, I can also serve as a check against my father.”

… … Whether or not there is any real meaning in keeping my father in check in the first place is up to the question.

Whether the couple looked alike, Cecil — the devil — who had improvised a plan that was surprisingly identical to the method Julius had envisioned, ordered Ansila.

-All right. We will release about three hundred stags who are good at tracking. So, the middle manager’s name is… Black? What the hell, who gave the name of the samurai so roughly? It’s not some kind of street mutt, what’s a blackbird?

“It’s a name I came up with myself.”

-… … We’ll track down the army, starting with the black man.

“Let me do that.”

Carefully tucking the dog’s leash I had in my hand into the pocket of my skirt—it looked like it was a pocket enchanted by the fact that it looked completely invisible—Cecil calmly answered Ansila’s words, and then slowly started walking again. moved

─Ack! Whoa!

– Easy profit.

─Shut up! f*ck!

─aah!

—So, why do you keep screaming while you can speak normally?

─Chop!

“Find my love Julius quickly. I will not forgive failure.”

One step at a time, one step at a time, with the shoes on them that felt a little worn out. Every time you step on the tentacled ground. From the shadows at Cecil’s feet, various kinds of workhorses poured out into the present world like pollen.

From a woman with a large mouth that walks on four legs, to an abominable monster with large eyes and legs like a crab. Among her close-to-infinite circles, the most skilled in ‘tracking’ spread throughout the palace to find their nemesis, Julius Tafnel.

– Whoa, whoa!

Among them, it was a little later that the black crow-shaped workhorse with the smallest and dwarf body found Julius first.

“If you don’t know, make a sword. Maybe I’ll have to fight with my own body.”

Cecil narrowed his eyes as he looked at the multitude of priests who had begun to see in the distance.

– I have already prepared a copy of Nerondir, my wife’s sword. Since I use magic instead of divine power, I should call it a magic sword, not a holy sword.

“Good job. One bag… No, prepare two more as they may break when fighting Arnhill. Julius will have to write it too.”

– Is it okay if I ask you why?

“Nerondir deceived me and stayed by her side even though she dared to turn into a girl. I need to seal it up again. I’ll tell Julius later that he’ll use the sword you made.”

Even though he bent his waist like a bow and threw it into the den of the terrible tentacle monster, the castle against the holy sword was still not resolved.

The blasphemy of giving the devil sword to Julius, the representative of the golden angel Tafnel, was an added bonus.

-Now, if we only have information about Arnhill-sama, I think we will be able to help.

Ansila, who had done everything Cecil ordered in an instant and perfectly, carefully asked her again.

A sharp tone of tone that is embarrassing to even compare to when dealing with stupid Cecil.

Cecil, who felt a deep sense of déjà vu from the back of a woman with short hair trying to roast her tentacles with a bonfire in the distance, with a polite and polite voice that is called the best ever since the creation of Ansila, put her hand between her forehead. He frowned and opened his mouth.

“Hmm. Now that I say this, even if I tell you about Arnhill, there is probably no way you could help me better here.”

– Of course it may be. No, it’s much more likely. However, I think now is the time to regret even a speck of possibility.

If your opponent’s power is nearly equal, it’s a bit of luck and a flash of light that ultimately decides victory or defeat.

Cecil, who was skeptical of the usefulness of sharing information about Arnhill to Ansylla, began to open his heavy mouth with an annoyed expression on his face as if he thought there was some reason to listen to her.

“To be honest. Talking about Arnhill is quite, no, very reluctant.”

Cecil says he didn’t want to give information about my younger brother to the samurai, who can be called his last special move.

When I was an idiot, I thought I was going to say something strangely nonsense. It must have been that the reason she continued to utter nonsensical nonsense was because she didn’t want to talk about Arnhill, so she turned her back and forth.

No, it has to be. Even for the honor of the devil named Cecil. Whether or not there is already an honor left to be further tarnished here.

Ansila, who heard about Cecil’s excuses rather than Cecil’s excuses, completed her own convincing. But soon new questions arose.

– That’s a bit odd. I don’t know the details because it was sealed with you not long after it was created, but I do know that the demon Arnhil is a sister to Nirhil.

It’s natural for sisters to grow up fighting, so it’s probably normal for them to have a bad relationship.

However, to use the word ‘reluctant’ while talking about the sisters who have been together for an unimaginably long time. Doesn’t it feel very different from when we talked about Lionelta, which is a similar relationship right now?

Ansila, who was overflowing with interest in family relationships five minutes before this reversal, decided to focus on digging into this area. I thought maybe I could get a clue as to why all these tragedies happened.

“sisters? You have to speak straight. I’m the only child, Ansila. She is the one and only daughter of Saint Erman Lionelta.”

Should I say this as expected or unexpected?

Even though Ansila couldn’t possibly be unaware that Arnhill was Nirhill’s sister, Cecil shamelessly referred to her as a human and tried to deny the sisterhood relationship.

-Isn’t that just a human point of view? Strictly speaking, you died as a human and then reincarnated as a demon. You’ve changed too much to just talk about family relationships when you were human. Please stop doing childish things that try to deny that you are a demon even though you have gone through the sublimation of the unit of existence.

Even though Julius Tafnel affirmed that he was a demon, did he still hate himself?

Because it was so pathetic and sad to see him deny his identity as a devil, cling to his former self, and eventually try to play his past self with his own skin on.

Ansila spoke bitterly for Cecil, ready to receive a severe punishment.

Cecil, the target of the heavy sympathy, went crazy with Ansila’s sudden sympathy and pounded her chest with her eyes wide open as if she was about to jump.

“Ha… Ansila. That’s not what I’m talking about now. It’s not like, ‘From now on, you’re not my brother!’

-If you look at the place called ‘Void’ from a biological point of view. The place where countless demons were born can be said to be a place similar to a kind of womb. In other words, the relationship between you and Arnhill fits perfectly with the ‘sister’. At the time when Lionelta, the demon of the beginning, was originally referred to as a family, it is believed that Arnhill-sama is the same.

“okay. You’re right. All- right. From that point of view, all the demons in the world are just brothers and sisters. Shall I tell you how many demons there are in the world?”

-… … .

Cecil, who was slowly starting to sharpen his nerves at the familiar smell of a ‘fire fox’ that mixed with the stuffy air of the palace corridor and penetrated his nostrils, frowned, dismissing Ansila’s Nirhill-Arnhill sister theory as nonsense.

It seemed like he didn’t want to hear that Arnhill and Sisters were really serious.

‘… … Isn’t it real?’

At this point, Ansila, who had been inquiring about Arnhill close to interrogation, began to doubt the credibility of the few information she had.

Still, it must be ‘common sense’ for the devil and the samurai that Nirhill and Arnhill are sisters.

However, it wasn’t stupid Cecil, and the sisters were right in the yard, claiming that the devil Cecil wasn’t real.

– Really… isn’t it?

“I know what you mean. The place where I was reborn as a demon and the place where Arnhill was born is equally void. In a way, you could even call them sisters. It’s just empty words, but it’s not that I never said that I was a sister. However, I never once thought of Arnhill as a real sister. Even if it’s not just me, any demon with even the slightest acquaintance with it would consider it a nuisance.”

– At this point, I’m really curious. What the hell is Arnhill-nim so different from other demons that he thinks that the devil is reluctant to see the devil?

Probably right now, even if I hold onto anyone in the world and ask, if it’s a hundred, it’s a hundred. When it comes to the most reluctant beings in the world, everyone will unanimously answer that they are demons.

A demon is a being that drives humans to ruin just by being entwined with them.

They give what they want most to those who have lost hope, and the moment they feel happiness, everything is taken away. Vicious beings that ridicule and trample human desire to be happy.

If so, what kind of demon is Arnhill that makes even such vicious demons feel uncomfortable?

I don’t know for sure, but compared to Cecil, maybe Cecil looks like an angel. thought Ansila.

“Every human sees a demon and has an instinctive displeasure. It’s the same whether it’s Julius, the Earl of Aran, or even a demon fully assimilated into a human.”

– Bu-jun isn’t like that…

“no. Julius must also be offended by me. It’s just that it’s invisible because your love for me is far greater than your displeasure.”

-… … .

In fact, what Cecil said was true.

Until he finds out that the true identity of the demon in Cecil’s body is Cecil himself. Julius was implicitly displeased with everything that his wife, who had returned alive, was doing.

“It is simple why the priests of Rome, for example, are offended by a demon that has a good sense of humor. Because that mimicry is perfect.”

-… … Wouldn’t it be nice if the mimicry was perfect?

“I used to think so too. But, no.”

From meeting Julius in the village of Kent to the present in Darkana, where the memories of boy and girl days are filled.

Cecil, who struggled nonstop to win his love again, learned an interesting fact from those experiences.

That the perfect mimicry was the reason for evoking an instinctive rejection.

“At the time when I was trying to fully embody myself? Julius eventually abandoned me and tried to take Lionelta’s hand. But when I showed a disorganized look like I wasn’t before, he hugged me tight.”

– Even if you say that, I don’t understand. And do you have to do it like that?

“In short, ‘perfect’ is the problem. The mimicry of the devil that is more perfect than the person who is the target of the mimicry, on the contrary, can never be a perfect mimicry.”

‘Perfect’ without any flaws is a flaw in itself.

Since it cannot be said that it is the same as the original at the point of surpassing the original.

-Are you saying that reproducibility that is too perfect is rather poison?

“It’s just a personal opinion. It’s just that Julius and I did. Still, I don’t think it’s entirely wrong. I have felt it myself.”

That instinctive displeasure.

-… … You are talking about Arnhill.

After a long conversation, the devil’s veil called Arnhill was about to be lifted at last.

At the meaningful words that finally came out of Cecil’s mouth, Ansila listened to her with a feeling of narrowing her eyes that didn’t exist.

“The place where I first met Arnhill was not in an empty space. Stars are created for humans to live. It was only when the sun and moon appeared in the night sky that the first dynasties were established on the continent, that I encountered them.”

A time when he had lost even his own name and only remembered Julius in tears.

One day, counting the stars in the night sky, I only dreamed of the day I would meet him again. ‘It’ suddenly appeared in front of me.

“The moment you see it. I felt it.”

fear.

“The moment it opened its mouth. I felt it.”

unbearable discomfort.

“The moment it took my hand and called me ‘sister’. I felt it.”

that it is false.

-… … lie, are you saying?

“Did I say that humans are offended by the perfect mimicry of the devil? In fact, the devil feels the same.”

Now, the distance from the familiar short-haired fire fox is only a few meters.

Feeling that he can no longer bear the jealousy boiling from the depths of his heart, Cecil becomes Ansila’s second high-ranking demon. He told me a clue as to the identity of the filthy desire 「Arnhill」.

“Arnhill is not a pure demon. Something pretending to be a demon, disguised as a demon.”

The devil can impersonate any being in the world.

Whether it be an angel, a dragon, a divine beast, a beast, or a human. Even if it’s a rat that rolls around in the mud.

If it is a living thing, as long as a corpse remains, the devil can be anything.

“So, Arnhill is a more perfect ‘demonic’ demon than any other demon.”

And the devil, too, is a living being.

So, of course,

devil too. become the subject of disguise.