My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 113

#my wife is the devil (19)

‘You are a failure.’

The moment the existence of Arnhill first opened its eyes and came to exist in the world.

The moment you took your first breath.

The first words she heard from her father were not congratulations on the birth, but self-deprecation of failure.

‘I’m sorry. You are my mistake.’

‘… … mistake?’

‘When I made you, I thought so. The world does not need only goodness. Sometimes it is said that evil enough to make you sick is also necessary.’

‘Evil?’

‘… That’s right. You may not understand this because you are still young… .’

given rom.

The creator of the demon Arnhill, his father, was a great being named Rom.

The pinnacle of the species that created humans for the devil, a pitiful being that can only live in the void forever.

father of all.

Then he delivered the cruel truth of a failure as the first word to his fragile daughter who had just woken up.

It was a sad story indeed. It was also a brutal story.

For a father to call his newborn child a ‘failure’.

It was a sound that would be difficult for any child to bear.

It was a word that denies the very existence of oneself, so it must have been natural to suffer.

however.

‘… … So am I special?’

‘… … .’

‘Dad is a greater being than anything else in the world. I don’t make mistakes.’

It’s the only flaw in such an impeccable existence. I feel like my heart is pounding somehow.

Arnhill muttered happily as he dyed his white cheeks bare at the word ‘failure’ that came out of Rom’s mouth.

‘… … Arnel.’

‘… … ?’

Because there was no pain, no anguish, even a slight sadness in that figure.

Rom patted the head of the little angel who had just begun to see the world in his eyes, muttering her real name softly.

‘So you are a failure.’

‘… … why?’

Arnhill tilted her head as she looked at Rom, who repeatedly called herself a failure.

‘Evil is indispensable. It will be indispensable in constructing the world.’

‘… … I see I am a necessary being. Hi-Hi.’

‘But it is. Arnel.’

Still looking at the little angel who didn’t feel even a single word of sadness at what he said, Rom, whose eyes were somehow red, whispered in a wet tone.

‘There is no need in this world for evil that does not know that it is evil.’

‘… … I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

You said before, that evil is definitely necessary, but now you say that evil is not necessary.

Arnhill, who did not like Rom’s sudden change of words, puffed up her cheeks.

‘someday… You will find out.’

‘… … When the hell is that?’

‘The day you become fully aware of your emotions.’

‘I don’t have such trivial things as emotions.’

‘No, I have it. It’s just that you don’t realize it.’

As he patted Arnhill’s hair roughly once, who said he didn’t know how to feel, Rom smiled a somewhat bittersweet smile.

‘The day you realize it yourself. You will give up your life.’

‘You can’t just kill me now. Don’t you like me?’

Arnhill grunted at God’s prophecy that one day he would take his own life.

It’s a failure how long since I’ve opened my eyes, but it’s because it’s not funny to say that I have emotions.

‘I can’t.’

But despite Arnhill’s grumbling, Rom slowly shook his head.

‘why? you can just kill it as a failure. There is no need for evil that does not know that they are evil.’

‘Certainly, you are not needed in this world. It’s just a useless existence.’

But that’s it. Arnell.

Looking at her young daughter tilting her head with an expression that she couldn’t understand why she didn’t get rid of her right away, Rom slowly took Arnhill into her arms.

cuckoo.

‘Parents can’t let go of their hands even if they know that their children will one day become bad people.’

That is love.

The face of Rom who said that. Neither the Transcendent nor the one at the apex of the species.

Because he was just a single father who struggled with pain because he couldn’t bear to kill his own daughter.

‘… … Love is such a useless feeling.’

Arnhill made a cruelly insensitive expression and looked down on her weak father as if pathetic.

***

“… … At the time, I thought my father was very pathetic.”

Recalling the past when the brand was marked as a ‘failure’ at the time of its birth, Arnhill gently opened her eyes while talking.

“… … .”

Will it be winter in a little while?

In that short time, the chill of late autumn had gotten even worse.

The small fires that had been shaking with “gold” had disappeared without being able to withstand the chill of the autumn wind.

The morning sunlight slowly seeped through the cracked ceiling of the royal palace, giving Arnhill some warmth.

“… … ha.”

Time had passed and it was time to slowly start to dawn.

It was also around the time when the story of Julius and Cecil ended in tragedy.

“… … Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s really wrong. Well, since it is a famous God’s word, it must be true.”

However, there was still plenty of time left until the finale, so Arnhill decided to calmly tell the old story to the Holy Sword with a little whim.

‘It’s like telling old stories back and forth. It’s something a third-rate villain would do.’

He had no idea why he was doing such a useless thing.

It may have been just the pride that came from the sense of accomplishment that he had defeated a giant named Julius.

Perhaps it was because he wanted to receive approval for the series of actions he is currently carrying out.

Whatever it was, it was clear that it wasn’t helping the demon Arnhill at all.

“… … .”

“Why did you ask Julius why you are hurting like this? that’s the reason It’s actually pretty embarrassing.”

“… … .”

“Hmm.”

reaction is cool It’s kind of family-friendly, so I’m talking about it with a big heart.

The holy sword, whose eyes and cheeks were swollen like steamed bread, did not respond to Arnhill’s confession of the past, but just stretched out his arms and covered Julius and trembled.

“… …あ.”

sniff

Perhaps he didn’t want to make eye contact with Arn Heel, his gaze was directed at my feet with small sandals on, and the thin dress that did not fit the season had one shoulder strap running down.

‘It would have been fun in its own way if the bitch who was counting this scene saw it.’

It’s because she looks like the heroine of misery.

Ironically, Arnhill suddenly thought that he wanted to show this scene to Cecil Lionelta.

Obviously, ‘I am Julius’s only wife. I’m a lover Who are you, you’re taking away my role!’

Unfortunately, by the time Cecil arrives here, Julius is going to take his own life, so unfortunately, you won’t be able to see the delightful chivalrous drama (which begins with Cecil’s illusion and ends with an illusion).

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It must be a really fun sight.”

“… … What is he saying now.”

“I just thought it would be really fun to show Cecil what you look like now. It’s nonsense, you can ignore it.”

It was a pity that I couldn’t do it, so Arnhill licked my lips and let out a light sigh.

Well, even though it’s embarrassing to compare it because it’s not enough.

The delightful drama that had to be given up due to the finale of the deaths of Julius and Cecil decided to be content with the conversation with the holy sword, which was insincere enough to be called a bakery for the listener.

Looking back on one’s past will also have its own fun.

“So, how far did you go?”

“Until the part where you will soon lose heart.”

“thank you. I pretended I wasn’t listening. Are you really not listening?”

Scratching his head and asking how far he had alluded to, the Holy Sword, which had returned to life a little differently from before, answered Arnhill’s words bluntly.

Of course, of course, the answer was not returned.

“The reason for tormenting Julius and Cecil so much, to borrow your words, is ‘extremely’. It’s actually simple. It was because I was envious.”

“… …あ. I envy you? under. I envy everyone else, crazy bitch.”

The holy sword, which swallowed my runny nose, snorted at Arnhill’s words and shook his shoulders.

The slender girl’s shoulders shook, and the scene behind her back came into Arnhill’s vision.

‘… … Well? Did you even roll around?’

But strangely enough, I had a feeling that there was no one in the place where Julius had been lying around a while ago.

I’m guessing you’re mistaken

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Maybe it’s because he’s got Cecil’s humanity through the power of the scepter, so his eyes are a little bad.

With his right arm and both feet cut off, how could he have moved without a sign?

At best, it will just roll sideways like a caterpillar.

“I mean, I’ve been a little nauseous since I was born.”

Therefore, Arnhill ignored the warning from his intuition and continued the story of the past.

He was too weak for a demon who played with the saint and his daughter and even spent time as the long-term words of my plan.

‘I can’t. Because there is no one who can help Julius by completely deceiving my eyes.’

… … Really not?

No, I already know the answer. Only one. that there is someone who can help him. But I don’t really want to get the answer right.

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Maybe it was because he didn’t want it to end like this, so he unconsciously showed a weak side.

It’s like a little kid who can’t leave the playground without anyone even after the sun goes down because he wants to play more with his friends.

Or it was just that Arnhill was the devil’s vulgar and arrogant disposition that made him relax.

“Heng, you must be crazy, not just a little. Aren’t you underestimating yourself too much?”

Arnhill’s ears were engrossed in the sight she had glimpsed over Nerondir’s shoulder, and a girl’s voice filled with excitement.

Clearly, a cheeky tone different from the voice of steamed bread soaked in water that had been dying a while ago.

Doubt became certain. I don’t know how he did it, but in that moment, Julius Tafnel succeeded in twisting the current situation he was a checkmate.

‘You really ran away? In that moment?’

But if it was Julius, it might be possible. Because he’s terribly lucky.

All that was left was the evidence to verify the certainty.

“You look so good, Gunnerondir. It’s a lot of work, so can I arrange a seat for you? After all, I have experience killing the best blacksmith in the world. If it is a sword, it has some eyes to see.”

“I am the holy sword Nerondir. Only the four great angels and my chosen master, Julius Tharp—wack!”

“Turn it off.”

By literally ‘clearing’ Nerondir, who was desperately trying to obstruct Arnhill’s view while shaking his tiny head, Arnhill caught the spot where Julius had been lying around a while ago.

“… … .”

Of course, all he could see was, at best, shards of flaming gold.

There was nowhere to be seen of the heretical Inquisitor, who was reduced to a wretched state by Arnhill’s power.

“… … disappeared.”

The solid evidence verified Arnhill’s convictions.

I don’t know what the hell it was, but it wasn’t that I couldn’t guess.

Julius Tafnel disappeared.

I lost a man I should never miss.

In the midst of a few words of conversation with just a bunch of white fur.

I was deceived by the shards of the sword that had only been struck with miscellaneous powers.

It’s like that too.

“Wow, come! has disappeared! Julius is gone!”

“… … .”

“Wow, come!”

“… … .”

“… … Wow.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

To a bundle of pure white fur that exclaims like an idiot.

“Pop! and disappeared—!”

“stop.”

“… … .”

… … You’ll be fooled by the blink of an eye

That’s why people, no, demons shouldn’t do what they didn’t do.

“… … tt come The king’s scepter.”

surreung.

Being immersed in sentimentality for a moment and beating himself for his own mistake of missing the captured lion, Arnhill summoned the abominable “Scepter of the King” with his own hands, where he had no idea where he flew after being kicked by Julius.

It seemed that the price for an unanswered room was an unscheduled tag chasing.

“… … But why isn’t he coming?”

─… … wow.

Well, if there is one minor problem, the king’s scepter, which was hit by Julius’s transcendental strength, was buried in the middle of Mount Cirni, which is located 10 kilometers beyond the palace.

“… … .”

“… … unpack.”

puck- puck-

“aah!”

In the end, Arnhill looked at himself with a pathetic expression for ten minutes as the king’s scepter flew towards the palace at the fastest speed, and he had no choice but to kick the devouring holy sword with his feet.

As expected, he recalled that it was a mistake to cut human emotions in order to defeat Julius.