My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 112

#my wife is the devil (18)

Chii profit—

The sound of something burning pierced my ears.

The harsh air that brushed the tip of his nose vibrated with an unpleasant burnt smell.

Coke- Coke-

An unfamiliar sensation conveyed by the human body that is terribly disliked.

Tired of the sensitive human senses that have existed for an unimaginably long time, but are still not used to, Arnhill opened her mouth with a cough.

“Oh really. Because I don’t want to use a human body like this. sister… No, Cecil is so obsessed with something like this. Are you changing? Are you a pervert who likes to be sick?”

… … Well, it’s definitely not a pervert. Come to think of it, there is nothing strange about it.

“The Throne Room” has been transformed into a ruin that can hardly be called a ruin after a battle with the heretic inquisitor, which would have been only a few minutes in terms of time.

In the middle, Arnhill, the only good and the source of all evil, covered her nose and frowned while continuing to speak.

“It’s been smashed so beautifully. It was a room that I had been in love with for a few days. Won, is this the reason why I have to pay you back later?”

Picking up the meaningless sounds that he didn’t even want, Arnhill captured the bloody scenery of the Throne Room, which had been turned into ruins.

At first, there was a minor problem that there was not much left to see, but what about it? Sometimes it wouldn’t be a bad idea to enjoy the beauty of the blank space.

‘I will kill you. As much as you, surely as much as you!’

Besides, the Inquisitor, who had been roaring and rushing at him like a lowly beast, has become quiet and obedient for a long time, so let’s enjoy a moment of leisure together.

After making the decision, Arnhill slowly moved forward to walk through the throne room where the dust had begun to settle.

“… … It is said that it is a truly amazing power whenever you look at it. It must be the same power, but it is different from Tafnel and Telmere. It feels like summer has come.”

Arnhill moved slowly and naturally captured the surrounding landscape with both eyes.

The throne room, filled with neat white marble, and mixed with tentacles a little red after he took them without permission, was greeted with an untimely summer day.

A very noble expression that is not like her, with a natural temperament.

However, to dismiss that unfavorable poetic expression as an inappropriate metaphor, it was also a very accurate and intuitive expression.

No matter which direction I looked, east, west, north or south, all I could see was a feast of bubbling, crimson scarlet, and the room without a single ray of sunlight was lit up like a bare day with golden remnants scattered randomly here and there.

The depiction of the scene as if the sun had set as if it was a summer day would be a perfect metaphor for this scene that turned into a living hell.

“You have such amazing power. I have the power to bring everyone to their knees. Even though he was gifted with the ability to climb to the highest heights, he would end up being a disastrous loser. The words of a man in love are not beautiful either.”

Do you think so too? Julius.

Even though they are immortal, they do not know the emotion of fear, yet they are eerie feelings that come from their instincts.

A landscape of overwhelming destruction that digs into the snow as if it were forcibly driven into the brain.

Arnhill, who had in his eyes the traces of anger carved into the palace by the strongest heretic inquisitor ever, turned his head to the back of his mouth with a useful ridicule that came to mind.

“… … .”

“You mean you don’t want to talk to a lowly demon or something?”

The scene that unfolded behind his back was a scene without a living hell as before.

Whether the marble had melted or lava had risen through the ground, a thick, scarlet-colored liquid flowed down the ground and bubbled.

Remnants of holy flames, which had been transferred to fragments of the palace’s broken outer walls, illuminated the field of vision.

The only difference from the scenery so far is the center of the field of view. Something that at first glance looked like a corpse had been lying poorly on the floor.

His right arm was torn off and his two feet were cut off, so it must have been a corpse.

However, when I narrowed the corners of my eyes and looked closely at them, I could see that there was barely any breath.

It was vague whether I should call it a real living human, but it was barely holding my breath anyway.

And at that sad and horrific sight, Arnhill ironically felt extremely human emotions.

It was ‘Ando’.

‘Because it’s no fun if you die too easily.’ It wasn’t a feeling that came from such a vain thought.

Rather, it was a feeling that stemmed from a sense of disappointment that the plan he had been working hard on until now might have been ruined by a moment’s mistake.

phew.

Arnhill, who was worried that his power “predestination harmony” might have been accidentally manifested too much, and even died, continued with a sigh of relief at the sight.

“Or is it that you are so pathetic that you can’t even open your mouth? Do you feel any shame for running wild with a noble face blushing over the death of just one girl?”

“… … .”

“I know he’s not dead. Because the angel’s agent is needlessly out of breath. Every time I had a chance to kill, I used to think it was annoying. It’s really bad for prey.”

“… … .”

“You don’t want to answer? Well, then you can’t do that. Take a break. I’m a kinder devil than you think.”

Arnhill started talking to someone who didn’t know who he was.

However, whether the other person did not want to respond, or if there was no condition to respond, he merely responded with silence to her words.

Realizing something from the silence, she straightened her messy hair with a fishy smile.

“Are you waiting for me to come closer? Just like this, ‘Hmm. You’re just waiting for me to come closer, just in case you don’t know. If you’re going to hide your life, hide it properly, Julius.”

It’s too hot. No matter how the bitch I killed your wife.

Arnhill called ‘Julius’ to the person who seemed to be barely breathing, lying poorly on the floor.

“… … .”

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A slight annoyance leaked from Julius’s mouth, which had become tattered after just a few minutes as she spoke, ‘pretending’ to approach him cautiously.

It must have been that the moment I approached him for a confirmation kill, he was going to end it in one fell swoop.

Even when his right arm was completely blown away and his two ankles were severed, the thought of severing the breath of a person with power at once, or indeed, there is still room for that.

It was more than awe-inspiring.

However, in other words, it was also said that there was only ‘only’ that much power left.

Among the demons, only a small amount of power remained for a monster with the same divine power as the never-drying ocean.

‘Approaching… It must be crazy too.’

Of course, even if he did, it was not an opponent to be easily looked down on.

Even if his arms and feet were cut off, and his heart filled with flames was pulled out, and the divine power remaining in his body was reduced to an unattractive level.

Julius Tafnel is Julius Tafnel.

Even if you become a half-beast, if you fight head-on without using your powers, it is the side of Arnhill who will die.

In other words, it is half-insanity to step into his target.

“there. How do you feel?”

Then, if you don’t do that half crazy thing, that’s it.

Instead of making the decision to shatter the head in the last blow of the heretic inquisitor who approached him and burned his life to confirm the number of kills Julius was aiming for.

Arnhill became a mop and started talking to the Inquisitor who was rolling on the floor.

“For the first time in my life… No, it’s the feeling of the second devastating defeat. To be honest, your absurd force was enough to make the conversation chilly. Without the power, it would have been me, not you, who was toppling the floor.”

Arnhill asks Julius how he felt about defeat, as if teasing him with a child-like hateful tone.

At first glance, he seemed like a winner enjoying his leisure time.

‘I was about to lose. It far exceeded my expectations. He might have died instantly in one hit before he even used his powers.’

However, her inner heart was 180 degrees different from her smirk on the outside.

In short, Arnhill was bluffing now.

‘It was only for a moment, but the fate I had decided didn’t come true. It’s like this, even though it’s piled up in the width of Cecil’s skirt and hasn’t had a fight for a while. After all, he’s not someone to play with lightly like other gossips. The finale should be moved up a bit.’

In the aftermath of the battle, a drop of cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, which was smeared with dark soot here and there.

The body of a princess showing a reaction as if she was really in danger.

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Arnhill didn’t really like it.

Borrowing the expression of back alley bums, it can be expressed in one word, so-called ‘It’s like sh*t’.

“Are you really scared? If you hadn’t been a man involved in the death of just one girl, I’d be dead. Of course, high-ranking demons are immortal, so someday they will be resurrected.”

─… I will kill you. Four years must be killed. Dare, dare my woman. Touch the washroom!

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Even now, when I close my eyes, I vividly remember the series of battles that took place a while ago.

No matter how much he used the king’s scepter to say he became a human, the devil’s reaction speed and leg power did not go anywhere.

However, it did not react at all to Julius Tafnel’s fist.

It was only when a fist imbued with a flame that would shatter his own body beyond the human body that was covered in it, arrived, and Arnhill finally realized that he was on the verge of immediate death.

─… … Ouch!

This is dangerous.

And as soon as he recognized that fact, Arnhill immediately changed his body into that of ‘Cecile Lionelta’.

It was only for a moment, but even his own mind completely changed into Cecil’s mind.

A change in appearance and mind that would have been completely useless if it had been anyone other than Julius.

However, in dealing with him, it produced very meaningful results.

─… Julius! I don’t want to die again! help me!

─… … !

─… … flaw. you are then

Whoops–!

A single moment of mimicry acted as a lethal number to outwit the Inquisitor.

The interrogator, whose eyes were overturned in anger, had no choice but to make a quick fist trajectory at the face of his wife who suddenly appeared in front of him. ‘ from Julius succeeded.

Even that, by the way, by using the power of “Erase” of Cecil, who was a saint.

Even though it would be more fatal for Julius who uses divine power to use magic alone, the reason why he used the power of ‘erasing’ the space, the authority of Saint Cecil, was Arnhill, who wanted to make a man named Julius Tafnel a little more unhappy in the meantime. because of the desire of

In the end, all of this was a plan to plunge him into the abyss of despair, ‘the moment he finally realized his long-awaited wish’.

─【Julius Tafnel ended up losing without defeating Arnhill.】

After that, it was a brisk fight not worth talking about.

Arnhill gave Julius the fate of defeat by using his power “predetermined harmony” that killed the first saint and countless other angelic representatives.

He tried to overcome the fate that had been imposed on him, but in the end, everything went as planned as if it was a set order.

“… … It would have been crazy to think about it again to blow up the right arm without hesitation as soon as it was severed. If you don’t regenerate your arm in time, you’ll have to live as a single arm for the rest of your life. What kind of love are you trying to make such a sacrifice?”

As the scorching heat had subsided and he slowly inhaled the air that had begun to retain the coolness of late autumn again, Arnhill opened his eyes, which had been closed for a moment, and turned his gaze to Julius.

I want to witness the words of a noble Inquisitor, who has been ruined just because of love, to avenge the woman he loves.

“… … Well?”

However, what came into view was not the inquisitor’s bones with limbs severed, but a bundle of pure white fur.

A little angel in a pure white dress with pure white hair and small white wings sprouting from the back.

Arnhill’s forehead narrowed slightly at the unexpected appearance of an uninvited guest.

“… … I still can’t protect my master and show up late.”

huh? nerondir.

When an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in front of him, Arnhill made a sincere smirk and called the uninvited guest by name.

It’s a long-standing affair that looks very different from what it was 500 years ago.

Little angel. The holy sword, Nerondir.

“… That’s why I don’t like demon baboons. Because I change the body to my liking. You can’t really recognize it.”

Nerondir, who had the appearance of a small girl (an unpleasant appearance that somehow evoked the feeling of Cecil), stood in front of Julius, with his short limbs spread out in front of Julius.

As if trying to protect him from Arnhill.

“it’s okay? It doesn’t look very good.”

“What did you say. We were supposed to share some kind of greetings or something.”

“flaw. It is not. I just asked because I was shaking like a puppy wet in the rain.”

“… … What did you say. Who is the puppy?”

No matter how you look at it, it’s just a puppy pup. haha.

Perhaps it was a direct hit from the so-called ‘Right Arm Explosion’ by Julius, who was blinded by anger, his slender body that looked like there was no place to hit him trembled just by standing still, like an aspen tree.

Tears were welling up in her big eyes as if she was trying to capture the horror of my master, who was defeated by fate.

“… … It’s ugly Nerondir.”

As a human being, he may have harbored pity for his pitiful appearance. Maybe you can show mercy.

However, Arnhill was a demon, not a human.

It’s the devil’s devil more than any other devil in the world.

So, the only thing she can offer to the Holy Sword, who is about to lose her master twice, is only a small sneer that tells her that everything is over.

It was Arnhill’s own mercy, telling him to quietly accept the set defeat without thinking of making any futile efforts.

“め. Arn Hill. Are you having fun with this situation?”

“… … It’s fun. why isn’t it fun You know you can’t do something like this without having fun, right?”

“Why? Can’t we just leave Julius alone for a while? Is it that difficult?”

At Arnhill’s sneer like that, the declaration confirming defeat is likely to make you dazed.

The white tuft of fur kept his mouth open while he stuttered while sniffing his nose.

As if it wasn’t over yet.

Rather, it seems as if this is the beginning.

As if if he took the time, surely his great master would show off a wonderful resurrection.

“… … .”

It was a pathetic struggle that I couldn’t even open my eyes to look at.

Even Arnhill, who doesn’t understand human emotions well, makes me feel pity for him.

“That is difficult. Nerondir.”

So, Arnhill decided to try a little whim.

After all, Julius now has no means to regenerate the severed limbs.

Slowly, but surely, death was holding his breath.

Because there was still some time left until Cecil Lionelta, the woman who will decorate the end of the stage, arrived here.

“It may be a tragic tragedy for you, Julius, and Cecil, but for me, this is a beautiful happy ending. Because I have overcome the ordeal of ‘Julius Tafnel’ that stands in my way.”

“… … it’s crazy. Even if you are crazy, you are crazy.”

“Poor Julius’ sword. Originally, the world was made of madness. “Crazy” can also mean “extremely normal.”

I decided to play around with the whim of ‘May I fit in with this poor tool’s last deterrent for a while’.

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─… … Heavenly Father, our Father.

And usually such a whim was a bad word for the villain.

descended from a very long time ago.

like an old story.