My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 111

#A story that happened 500 years ago

“… … .”

One night when the stern sun that drives away evil has disappeared, and the benevolent moon that gives light even to the void-stained beings paints the night sky.

Telmere Tafnell, the Golden Vicar, the man who will be remembered by everyone in the world with the title of the first saint in the future, was sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of the church, waiting for someone.

“… … You are a little late.”

Touching the love letter that she had kept inside her wide-brimmed priest’s uniform, which she might even feel embarrassed about, Telmere glanced over her lips in an anxious mind.

Dry lips were slightly moistened by the wind blowing from the desolate land.

Of course, his heart, which could not overcome his impatience, was torn apart and now twisted to the best of praise, was still in a dry state.

In today’s turbulent times, the mind of a man who came up with the idea of confessing with a love letter was a bit harsh.

“… … Angel Jeepnel.”

As it was not yet completed, the reliefs of the archangels were not engraved, and Telmere looked at the white front door and spoke the name of a woman… no, an angel.

In fact, it was also the reason why he sat in the middle of an empty church and struggled with growing nervousness every moment.

Angels of love and charity, warfare and prophecy.

Archangel Jeepnel.

An angel who taught the priest Telmere what love was, who swore he would never covet a woman’s skin for the rest of his life. Still, a bizarre woman who says she doesn’t know anything about love.

And finally, the owner of the love letter that Telmere herself wrote and kept in her arms.

After the end of the era of the emperor, he was exalted as a saint with ardent support from the people, and the reason he sits alone in a church where there is no one else is, in short, a confession of love.

That love confession that tickles my heart and fills my head with pink.

It’s also a confession to the woman of the god he’s worshiping. Anew, realizing that the series of actions she was about to commit was a blatant blasphemy, Telmere scratched her head and smiled bitterly.

“… … Strictly speaking, this would also be blasphemy. It’s breaking the taboo, so I don’t know if I’ll even be deprived of the title of saint. No, I will definitely be deprived of it.”

The first saint who will go down in history is a dishonorable retirement from the start.

If the confession succeeds, you will have to escape into the night with the angel, and if the confession fails, you will have to take off the throne. Either way, the dishonorable retirement was confirmed.

So, I hope the confession succeeds if possible. In a way, it was natural to think so.

Of course, some might say so. Can’t you just choose not to confess? Even the saint’s own reason was well aware that it was right.

“But it is unstoppable. Isn’t it?”

However, nevertheless, Telmere chose the path to fulfilling his love.

Even if you fail, even if everyone points at you.

“Rom, the Lord.”

He was definitely a madman in love, who recites a prayer like a self-talk to the god he worships with a decisive expression that doesn’t match his fragile face. in a good sense.

If I had been crazy in a bad sense, I’d probably have had a lightning strike right over my head. So, it must have been crazy in a good way.

“… … I haven’t had my hair grown since I was a kid, but would it still be worth seeing?”

nerondir.

While the appointment time had already passed, and waiting for the Jeepnel, who still didn’t show any signs of coming, Telmere used the transparent blade of the Holy Sword in my hand as a mirror and ruffled her hair back and forth.

In line with his clumsy gestures, his luscious blonde hair that felt a little long was scattered here and there.

After becoming a priest, I always wore a shaved head because it interfered with prayer, but every time we met, I was like, ‘Telmere, what is it? That hair isn’t even funny. Maybe it’s because you’re thinking of killing the devil by reflecting the sun’s light, aren’t you?

“It is very sad that you do not have the same taste with the one you love. Personally, I would like Jeepnel-sama to shave with me.”

Of course, talking like this won’t end with the difference. You’ll probably get beaten with your fists.

He had a rather unique taste of shaved, and must have secretly harbored an ambitious ambition to shave off all of the archangel’s hair.

profit–

──Tak.

“… … So that’s it. If you have a daughter… Ah, it looks like Jeepnel-sama has finally arrived.”

It was only for a while to say something close to a questioner’s answer without getting tired of the holy sword that didn’t respond or respond like that.

At the sound of the front door carved out of white marble in the distance, Telmere carefully lowered the holy sword he was holding in his hand where he had been sitting a while ago.

“Nerondir. you stay here for a while I’ll be back soon. I want to see you again with a smile.”

-… … .

“I wanted you to give me an answer at least once. I’m so sorry. Like this or that, you and I have been together for quite some time.”

-… … .

“… … After all, I must not have been your true master.”

Whoa. Even at this moment of laying down the holy sword and putting down the title of a saint, Telmere shrugged his shoulders as if he was a little sad at the sight of the holy sword that didn’t say anything at all.

Since Telmere succeeded in wielding the Holy Sword as a boy, she has not left Nerondir alone for a moment. It’s like taking care of your sister.

Of course, only when subjugating high-ranking demons were the archangels, not Telmere, wielded their holy swords, but except in such special circumstances, they always carried them in their hands.

‘As my grandfather said, true masters can even hear the voice of the holy sword. Am I still lacking?’

The Telmere family, which produced the first saints, was a blacksmithing family.

And the holy sword, Nerondir, was the best and last work the Telmere family had ever created.

In short, it went. And it was a keepsake.

The people of Telmere’s family had their limbs torn off by the hands of the high-ranking demon “Arnhill” because they created a troublesome thing called the Holy Sword.

And, to the very end, Telmere was never fully chosen by the heirloom he had cherished all his life.

As if the real ‘owner’ had already been decided.

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Maybe that’s why, out of a bit of resentment, I tried to rant at the end of the last time, but it was still the same.

There was no reply to come back. At this point, I even wonder if I can really speak.

Well, it didn’t matter if Grandpa said he could speak was a lie. In the long war between the Emperor and the Devil, the Holy Sword was like his one and only family.

“Good luck to my love, Nerondir. I will also pray to God that a master will appear who will cherish and love you.”

-… … .

In fact, his true master, Julius Tafnel, who rejected Telmere and chosen by Nerondir, was a man who only devised to throw his noisy holy sword into a volcano, but that was still a story in the distant future.

—Telmere. Where are you? What the hell is wrong with calling and not showing your face?

“Ike. Now I really have to go. then… I will come back with success.”

Far away, in front of the large front door of the church, at the voice of Jeepnel, who could not bear it and began to get nervous, Telmere hurriedly waved her hand to Nerondir and then rushed forward.

Touk-tuk-tuk-tuk-

-… … .

──Tsuzu.

And as if foretelling his future, Telmere disappeared in front of me, and at the same time, the transparent, pure white blade of the holy sword, which seemed to have been carved from the snow, swung dangerously, and in an instant, it was dyed in pitch black.

The will of the Holy Sword was sealed.

The magical energy of the seal that dyed the sword body of the Holy Sword had the ominous aura of a high-ranking demon.

If Telmere had seen this, at least he could have guessed what the future would hold for him.

Unfortunately, ‘fate’ wasn’t on his side, and Telmere, unaware that there was an unsealed, living, high-level demon, simply rushed to his feet, imagining in his head that if he had a daughter, he would call her Jericha or Martina. just had to do it

“late. Do you think it makes sense to call someone and be late?”

“I’m sorry for this. Talking to Nerondir for a while. And strictly speaking, Zipnell is not a human being. You are a greater angel than that.”

“What did you say. Even if you lacquer your face, I won’t forgive you. Talking to a shard of a sword who can’t even speak more than that? Telmere. Don’t you know how embarrassing that is from a viewer’s point of view? It’s a family role play while talking to a doll, and what’s the difference from a girl who throws rocks at you?”

“haha. Isn’t that good? It’s not easy to hear that you look like a little girl at this age. I will understand that you are young.”

“… … let’s not talk Don’t talk.”

Telmere, who was so nervous that even a cold sweat ran, seeing Jeepnel spewing out a stinging venom as soon as he saw his face, somehow felt the tension and nervousness of the past melt away.

It was like running water from fresh water, as if I had greased my tongue.

“So, why did you call me in this spooky midnight? Do you want to be called a man, or even pretend to be a man?”

As always, at the sight of Telmere teasingly teasing one tongue, Jeepnel narrowed the corners of her eyes as if tired of it. Then he shook his head and said the same joke as usual.

It’s been 20 years since I came down to the human world and enjoyed eating silly jokes with my first friend, Saint Telmere.

Now, even such a dangerous joke was made without hesitation. After all, Saint Telmere was a man who looked down on women like a stone, so even if he made a joke like this, the only thing that came back was nagging or even more annoying nagging.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“OK got it. You have to maintain your dignity. I also don’t say things like this in front of you or anyone else. In particular, if you don’t follow the etiquette in front of the noble Nir Hill, you will only be ridiculed… … .”

… … huh? What did he just say?

Contrary to Jeepnell’s expectation, who had expected the usual nagging to come out of course, the words that came out of the saint’s mouth were neither nagging nor more annoying.

“You are good. Jeepnel.”

The words that came out of his mouth were confessions of love.

It is not a confession that is spoken in rhetoric, but a straightforward confession that clearly shows the mindset to break through in a straight line.

“… … uh, uh.”

“Oh, come to think of it, I forgot the letter. Actually, I was the first to read this. So, ‘The day I first met you, who has white skin like white jade. I realized for the first time what love is… … .’.”

“Wait a moment! stop for a while Stop it!”

It must have been the original plan to confess that he spoke in an unfamiliar and lengthy rhetoric.

After scratching his head as if embarrassed, he belatedly opened the letter.

Jeepnell desperately waved her arms to and fro at Telmere’s idiot as she was about to start an untimely recital.

“… … Uh, is there something wrong? It’s been a lot of hard work preparing.”

“It’s hard to say something like that all of a sudden. I like you, didn’t you show me that kind of hint at all?!”

“… … I just didn’t make tea. It’s not sudden. From a very long time ago I… I have longed for you.”

Unlike the angel of love, who uttered gibberish here and there as if embarrassed, Saint Telmere, whether he was determined or not, showed a strong wick that did not match his fragile face and continued to speak slowly.

“You are a priest. Priests can’t get married. You decided for yourself when you created the denomination.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can give up the priestly path, if it is for you.”

“… … i’m an angel I’m not Raynell, and there’s no way I’d be with a human like that.”

“Be human for me. I will make you happy for the rest of your life.

“… … .”

‘He suddenly… Why are you like this?’

At the words of Telmere, who was determined to be with you for sure, Jeepnell became a honey-eaten dumbass.

At this point, it wasn’t a problem that I dared to confess to a trivial person. I wondered why the saint, who had led an ascetic life to such an extent that it was doubtful whether he was s*xually imperfect or not, would confess his love to him only now, after the decisive battle with the high-ranking devil was over and he stood tall at the top of all.

“Well, I know now. I understand. Let me ask you one thing.”

“Tell me.”

“Who blows you? You’re a bit shy to say this, but you’re a coward. That too is a coward.”

“… … .”

As Zipnell said, Saint Telmere was a human far from the brave and faithful combat priest known to posterity.

Of course, that wasn’t to say that Telmere was useless as a human being. Because he was a man who worshiped Rom more faithfully than anyone else in the world.

“Certainly, I am a coward. He’s overly cautious. But when I saw her, I realized. Sometimes, you have to go out of your way to get what you want.”

The meaning of the word jeepnell came out of his mouth was that a man is too cautious even if he is careful.

There is a saying that they crossed stone bridges by beating them, but Telmere had a personality that beats stone bridges to the point of being a bit harsh. To the extent that the stone bridge he had been pounding on was broken.

To see that he commits himself to his impulses rather than prudence, and that his original curiosity was greater than his embarrassment at the saint’s sudden confession of love, he thought that he would like to hear a little more about him.

“You are then. Someone blew you in vain so? Who was the woman who said stupid things that she had to go out of her way to get what she wanted?”

“… … It was Nirhill. A high-ranking demon that I sealed inside the statue a few days ago.”

Although Jeepnell’s tone, which was clearly cold and sharp unlike before, was a little daunting, Telmere answered her with sincerity.

That’s because I haven’t heard an answer from the confession yet. It seems that the difference is already oriented in the direction of the difference, but you have to go to the end to know the world. It will not be too late to consider suicide a little later.

“flaw. That’s what my sister said. She is a very consistent woman.”

“… … Sister?”

“I misunderstood you with Tafnell. so? Did Nirhil say that to you?”

“… Yes, before being completely sealed inside the steel statue. We had time to talk for a while. He was very reluctant to talk to me, but when he brought up the story of the lord, he joined the conversation for a while.”

Though a little skeptical, Telmere continued to tell Zipnell what had happened between him and Nirhill.

Jeepnell is also a woman, thinking like an idiot that there will be times when my nerves will be sharp.

This feeling of love would sometimes obscure the eyes of even the most intelligent saints in the world.

And looking at the skit created by the human emotion that should be beautiful, Nell gave a fishy smile.

“What did you talk about? Somehow, Nirhill won’t talk to the guy.”

“I had only one question to ask. It was, ‘Why did he give such a cruel death to a man named monarch?’”

“The answer? It’s obvious, but in case you don’t know, I want to hear it.”

“… … tainted the name said. Then, all of a sudden, he started arguing about his values about love, which he hadn’t even asked about.”

“You fell in love with the words about love that you were talking about, and you caused an accident like this.”

“… … There is no face. But nonetheless, the devil’s words were beautiful. It was like the sun that dyed the sky with its own color, with a dazzling brilliance.”

“… … She’s a very blessed woman. Even though it’s just a crazy bitch, everyone praises it as beautiful. After all, there was such a speciality, so it must have caused a real ‘miracle’.”

Saint Telmere, who speaks of the ‘sun’, which is extremely inappropriate as a metaphor for the devil, about Nirhill’s considerations about love.

As a priest of the Church of Rome (tentative name), he said that he was truly the best, a praise and blasphemy that would not be lacking.

No, maybe it was an extremely low attitude.

“sorry. I made a mistake.”

Telmere, after realizing how big a mistake it was to say something of another woman in front of the woman who had confessed a while ago, and to praise the devil, tried to rectify the situation somehow.

However.

“it’s okay. understand it all In short, it is said that the love of Nirhill was beautiful.”

Contrary to what was expected to be the worst, Zipnell covered his mouth and giggled, showing him an angelic image of extreme charity and love.

Seeing that beautiful and somehow warming her heart, the only thing Telmere could do was faithfully answer her words. As he realized once again how noble the woman he fell in love with.

“… … Do you understand?”

“Still, I can’t use it then, telmere. I don’t know if it’s in front of me, the angel of love, but if I say something like this in front of another angel, I’ll get a big surprise. Of course, it’s not something I’d say in front of me, who confessed that I want to be her companion for the rest of my life.”

“Ah, sorry. But my heart for you… … !”

“know. your heart. In fact, there is no way to know After all, I am an angel of love.”

‘Ahh. Poor Telmere. It’s like playing a pitiful clown without knowing what the future might bring to you.’

As she speaks again like Jeepnell’s, or even more perfect than herself, she shows off the angel of mercy and love, blushing and singing about love.

Len thought that Telmere was like a clown doing stupid things with ridiculous makeup. And at the same time, I also felt an unbearable love for him.

‘I cried dry and worn out that I didn’t know love, and in the end, my head was an angel full of pink flowers.’

Awakened by the clear feeling of love that he felt from the depths of his heart, he suddenly thought that the saint who expressed his love in front of his eyes was pitiful.

If it weren’t for the saboteur, Telmere would have brought forth the fruits of the love she has cherished for the rest of her life today. He would have violated the taboos of being a priest and gave his all to a woman.

The noble Roman woman must also have accepted his confession of love. Even if he bluntly rubbed his mouth. I wouldn’t have let go of his hand doing the night escape.

But all of that is in vain.

It’s not going to happen.

‘Cause I’ve changed

It should end with a happy ending.

Because it twisted Saint Telmere’s “fate”.

“There is no need to keep talking about this. In response to your cheeky confession. I will tell you now.”

“… … Well. Please tell me as soon as possible.”

Endless misery will bloom here tonight.

It was a sad and tragic event, and everyone will cry out in unison.

However, all of this is just a rehearsal. greater misfortune. A simple rehearsal for an event that will bear the fruit of a greater tragedy.

“I like you too.”

“… Yes, yes?”

“I like you too. Well, human lifespan is short. It would be okay if I played couple games with you for a few hundred years.”

“… … Ah, uh, that, me.”

“Let’s mourn and raise three or four people. If the demigod bloodline increases, it will be easier to protect the human kingdom from high-ranking demons who will one day be freed from the seal. I mean, enjoy watching your unfamiliar love, Taryeong, too.”

“… … Seriously, are you?”

“Why am I lying? Rather, it was hard to wait until now. Did you think I was going to gozan?”

“Hey, you don’t say such vulgar things. You are the second daughter of Rom, whom you gave!”

“You say you are human. If I run away at night with you, the Archangel’s seat will be cut off. Probably definitely.”

So for you who are so poor. At least in the end, I’ll let you have happy dreams.

You were a really good practice target, Telmere. After seeing you, I was convinced how fatal love would be to ‘him’ and ‘her’.

“… … That is, I am sorry.”

“therefore? What are you going to do after you beat the saint and run away at night? I don’t like to do things like that. In Heaven, every day, every day, everything is outsourced to me.”

“I have walked the path of the priesthood, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do other things. Since I was a child, I have been steadily honing my yakjang (冶匠) skills.”

“Hmm. Then can you feed me?”

“… … Not enough to feed one, but enough to feed a dozen or so.”

“okay? Then I’m glad In 10 years or so, we will have a large family.”

“… … .”

under. You’re in a happy dream, Telmere.

What a foolish feeling love is.

Even the brains of the wisest sages in the world are terribly crushed in front of the poison of love.

It’s so pitiful, pitiful, and sad to be lost in a fantasy that won’t come.

Don’t let your life end before you break any more.

“… … Actually, there is no need for Jeepnell to do such a thing… … .”

“… … .”

Arnhill, having made up her mind to break her dream, slowly lifted her head up and put Telmere’s face into her eyes.

Watching him restless and restless because he didn’t know what to do with his love that finally came to fruition, I thought, for some reason, that I wanted to quit everything right away.

Of course, these thoughts were not Arnhill’s own. It’s because the devil called Arnhill was too ‘demonic’ to think like this. Naturally, this was the idea of the Archangel Jephnell.

It was a weak heart created by her unconscious mind, which was taken alive while her body was taken away and even her mind was swallowed up by Arnhill.

It was not conscious of it, but it was also a natural reaction because Jeepnell must have felt affection for Telmere.

‘Jiffnell. Make sure to engrave it in those eyes. The end of the human you love.’

Feeling the emotions of Jeepnel, who was weak enough to be weak, but showed resistance stronger than any other resistance, Arnhill slowly moved forward.

I have already learned enough about how much the feeling of love destroys humans.

So there is no reason to kill the saint in front of you. Jeepnell’s body, which he now occupies, will no longer be able to be controlled in a few minutes.

It also meant that the sleeping archangel would soon wake up.

You will buy useless grudges.

The resentment of Jephnell, the angel of love who is famous for being the most powerful angel.

“Still, it’s unavoidable. What do you want to see?”

“… … Yes? What do you mean?”

“The proof that you love me. Well, maybe a kiss?”

“… … Is this a kiss? I beg you, I’m sorry, but I’ve never done anything like that in my life… … .”

“Then, close your eyes. ‘Cause I’ll do it. tt I did this to a woman and sat down. Like a pathetic man.”

“… sorry.”

But I can’t help it. In other words, it’s really unavoidable.

What do you mean by what you want to see? When you see with your own eyes the one you love, and that pierces your own heart.

Then he, Saint Telmere, will see the deep, deep despair. How do you just skip it?

I can’t stand it. At least he can’t stand it.

As a human being, an angel, and even a demon, Arnhill slowly sweetened his terrible thoughts that could not be expressed in other words. He moved Jeepnell’s body, not his own, and stood right in front of it.

“Did you close your eyes? Aren’t you wide-eyed?”

“no. exactly. I’m holding on tight.”

“then… … do? Aren’t you really opening your eyes? But if I get caught with my eyes open, I think I will really die.”

“It’s not really open. Have I ever disobeyed your orders?”

“… … It is, but not.”

You are going to die today because you didn’t break the order.

Telmere’s cheeks were blushing and her eyes were tightly-closed, as if she was really looking forward to kissing an angel.

Arnhill, standing right in front of a man with a weak impression, hard to imagine even a warrior priest who survived countless battles, began to draw out the power of Jeepnel’s body instead of kissing him on the lips.

The power of love “Infinite”.

Fireworks resembling cherry blossom petals, which constantly spread each other’s bodies as firewood, spread silently from the heart to the outside of the body.

The fist of the archangel, who had broken the bones of countless demons, was thrust toward his chest to break the heart of the saint.

However.

“… … After all, you weren’t her. I thought about it for a long time, but I just saw your face and realized it. Arn Hill. Archangels don’t blush like a sissy in love like that.”

“… … under. Telmere, I told you to keep your eyes straight. Like a stupid man.”

──Oops!

Fortunately, fortunately, the angel’s slender arms did not penetrate Saint Telmere’s chest.

The power of faith “golden”.

This is because the power of the archangel, which can explosively amplify the power just by dwelling on it, regardless of whether it is a flame or a weapon, or even a human body, rose from the saint’s body.

A man who one day succeeded in completely erasing this world.

However, at the manifestation of the exact same power as Julius’s power, which he had to face again due to the miracle caused by the girl who was supposed to be just a horse, Arnhill opened his mouth with a frown on the archangel’s beautiful brow.

“… tt Then I saw that I was blinking. This was the help.”

“What are you talking about? I’m curious, can you tell me a little bit about it?”

“I have. ok – in the middle. An unlucky handsome man who inherits your powers.”

The strongest heretic inquisitor who had not yet been born. Recalling the unlucky face of Julius Tafnel—along with Cecil, who was clinging to his back—Arnhill wrinkled one eye as if tired of it.

“I don’t think it would be a bad idea to just kill them right after they were born. it won’t happen again Telmere, have you heard of it? The word “predetermined harmony”.”

He then posed a strange question to Telmere.

It was also a word that a man with the name of Erman once said in his mouth.

“’Everything goes according to God’s destiny.’ Was that the word? It’s a phrase often used by disbelievers who reject God and ridicule us.”

Despite the fact that the enemy of the family who stole the body of the archangel he longed for was right in front of him, the first saint, who was overly faithful and merciful, faithfully answered the question.

Of course, the answer of the wisest man in the world was the correct answer, and Arnhill nodded satisfactorily as if he was right.

“right. The Lord Rom, the Father of all of us, did not create fate when he made this world.”

“… … Yes, I have heard of him myself and am familiar with it.”

‘The father of all of us?’

For the devil, the Creator is not the given ROM, but the endless darkness that is the pit of creation. It must be empty.

At the very questionable words that came out of Arnhill’s mouth, Telmere wanted to inquire a little more about it.

The fact that the Archangel was already breaking free from the dominion of the High Demon could be seen with the naked eye. If we wait a few more minutes, or even one more minute, we will be able to seal the last remaining high-ranking demons together with the Angel of Love.

“… … Cool.”

However, the time allowed for him was only there.

Because, his life was ‘fate’ to end here.

Because the existence of Arnhill, not anyone else, decided that way.

“【Saint Telmere Tafnel is tonight. You die in the arms of your lover.] That’s your destiny. Telmere.”

“Cool… Cool… Big black.”

“There, Telmere. That’s the previous answer. The answer is that there is no such thing as predestination harmony in this world. That’s actually only half right.”

With the “golden” energy surrounding me disappearing for an instant, I looked at the saint who suddenly started pouring blood from his eyes and mouth, and Arnhill spoke in a calm tone that did not match his vulgar nature. spoke

“exactly. When the given ROM created the world, he didn’t give humans what was meant by destiny. My father has a crippling idea that fate is something that humans develop by their own will.”

“… 🥺, father Also you… Cool. He was no ordinary demon.”

“But does that mean? Just because God didn’t create fate doesn’t mean there’s no one in the world who can handle it.”

Every high demon has its own unique powers.

The demon of origin, Lionelta, has the power to freely change the nature of divine and magical powers.

The King’s Nightmare, no fake Demon Queen Cecil has the power to create and rule countless of her own armies.

A snake that devours the world, Lana Hill literally has the power to devour the world.

And Arnhill, like everyone else, had his own unique powers worthy of the name of a high-ranking demon.

Its name is a very simple, truly familiar word.

“‘Predetermined Harmony’ is not about the self-destructive logic that unbelievers use to ridicule believers. It’s just an intuitive name.”

“… … no way.”

“okay. “Predetermined Harmony” that is my power. Isn’t that pretty cool? The power to decide the fate of the living at will. It’s a good power to play around with in moderation.”

“Scheduled Harmonization”.

Erman, who one day inherited the title of sage, meaning the wisest person in the world beyond telmere, a word that Erman always mumbled like a habit.

Arnhill embraced Telmere, which is slowly breaking down, in her mouth, saying that the absurd power to forcibly interfere with human destiny is regarded as a toy worth playing with.

And whispered in his ear, for the first and last time, a brief farewell with respect.

“There is no eternal love in the world. Human emotions are not different from flames that burn for only a moment. So if it ends up ugly anyway, if it ends up not pretty.”

At least, I want to end it with a beautiful tragedy that will make everyone cry.

You will definitely understand.

… … and.

Julius too.

#my wife is the devil 0 end.