My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 119

#my wife is the devil (25)

“… … therefore. Are you saying that Erman has disappeared?”

Countless tentacles retreated without a trace, and through the gaps in the palace, the soft blue light of dawn flows in a quiet corridor.

in the middle of it Arnhill, who had her arms crossed and flicked her fingers, narrowed her eyebrows at the words of the young court lady that Erman had left her seat.

“… … that, so You must have been here two hours ago.”

Green hair resembling fresh grass.

When I glanced at a woman in a maid outfit, who boasts a pretty gorgeous hair color, even though she was working in the palace, her tiny mouth moved and uttered as expected.

“Because you’re going out for a walk. Me, I said no, but it’s okay for a moment—!”

“stop. That’s it. I don’t think we need to hear any more.”

… … After all, the culprit who stole Julius was Erman. No, because, in the first place, there is no other great person who can get him out of the spot without such a word. Is it normal?

At the betrayal of a partner who had been with her for a very long time, who had almost uniquely felt closeness, Arnhill involuntarily bit her lower lip tightly.

drip- drip-

She bit her so hard that her fragile lips burst open at once, and blood gushed out.

“Oh, uh. I. Blood!”

The court lady, who looked at it, hastily took out a white handkerchief from her arms.

It was also a struggle to escape from the terrible fate of having to have my eyes removed alive by somehow correcting my mistake.

“… it’s done ’cause I’m the devil Any wound like this can be regenerated.”

Of course, for a devil who was about to reach a high heel, a wound like tearing his lips was not a big deal, so she glanced over my lips and then shook her head.

Tears began to well up in the young court lady’s eyes at the apparent rejection.

“Ugh. Well, then I… … .”

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My legs were shaking as if I was going to sit down on the floor right away and I couldn’t see.

I really don’t want to experience the experience of having my eyeballs pulled out alive.

“ha. Originally, I would like to take off your pretty eyes and enjoy them. Unfortunately I don’t have much time. I will forgive you for anything about Erman… … .”

That weak face, the figure trying to escape from the fate that comes upon him.

Because it reminds me of that girl one day.

It was enough to defy the evil spirit of Arnhill, but literally she didn’t have enough ‘time’ right now.

So I decided to just send it.

If he wins anyway, if he succeeds in killing Julius by falling into deep despair.

Because that weak, fallen court lady is dead.

Pressing her finger on the stinging temple, Arnhill opened her mouth with a deep sigh.

“… … Just get out of my sight.”

So, I decided to let him live right now.

Before he changed his mind, he waved his hand to tell him to turn it off.

“… … Go, thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Don’t stick with useless people and get out of here. I’m not in a good mood right now. If you keep talking to me, I will catch you alive and eat you.”

“… … Go, thank you-.”

“… … Mr. Lee.”

“… … Gee, I’ll really go-.”

“… … .”

do do do do

The poor court lady, who could not even carry out the simple command to monitor Erman, overcame her fate of death.

Arnhill muttered to herself, looking at the back of the court lady with her lush green hair, disappearing into the other side of the hallway with frequent steps.

“… … that girl Apparently she had brown hair last night. When did you dye your hair?”

When you’re doing something like that, you watch Erman closely. what the hell are you doing Needless to say, the skill is good again.

“No. no. This is not the time to be talking like this.”

Reprimanding herself for being sold on the color of her frivolous court lady’s hair, Arnhill slapped me on the cheek once.

Now is the time to focus.

You are in a predicament because of a traitor you didn’t expect, no, who you knew and left behind.

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Must be fully

“… … I must kill those kites.”

If it is not today, there will be no chance to kill Julius and Cecil forever.

by doing everything in the best way. You have to put aside your laughter and take it seriously for today.

“You must do it. Otherwise. Otherwise… .”

Do you have no intention of hiding your nervousness?

Arn Heel biting her nails in an unsuitable way with the body of a princess who looks so noble.

behind her back like that.

“… … there. I have one question.”

clear and transparent A clear voice rang out, thinking that the word was appropriate.

A holy sword that aids in the powers of angels and a girl with the hierarchy of small angels.

It was the voice of the holy sword, Nerondir.

“… … tt Any questions? Oh yeah. A question is a good thing, a good thing. Feel free to ask any questions.”

As if frost had fallen on my ear, Arnhill shook my ear roughly.

after that. As if nothing had happened, she smiled brightly and turned her head to the back of her back.

“… … .”

Floating in the air with a fat expression. The figure of a pure white girl wrapped in a black rope that looked like it had been cut out of a shadow caught my eye.

After recovering the king’s scepter, he kept trying to disturb him, so he took a special measure and suppressed it with magic.

‘Ttt. I should have covered my mouth too.’

Originally, I was going to cover my mouth, but I had to give up trying to keep my mouth shut in order to keep the power of the strange demonic energy felt in one corner of the palace.

Even so, it is because it was a holy sword in the form, and because of its annoying powers, it was because it consumed an enormous amount of magical energy just by tying it up tightly.

“How long do you have to be tied up? Is that what you want to know?”

Do you know if I can be any real girl? ‘I’m mad’ with a lot of air in my cheeks. He said toward the holy sword that gave out a lot of tea.

Arnhill opened her mouth, trembling with irrelevant sense of humor.

“You know it’s not.”

Nerondir’s pure white eyebrows curled slightly in that absurd sense of humor.

It was a silent demonstration to put an end to nonsense.

“… … .”

in that sharp gaze.

In the gaze of the Holy Sword, looking at the enemy who almost killed Julius, who had killed Telmere, who was like my brother countless times, and finally chose Julius as his master after a long time.

Arnhill blinked my eyes a few times. For a moment, he had a blank expression on his face.

“… … flaw.”

after that. I nodded slowly, stroking my crookedly cut hair with one hand.

“… yes you know.”

He opened his mouth in a soft tone that was different from usual.

“… … .”

“… You’re wondering why I’m doing this? So, why bother Julius and Cecil? same thing.”

“… … okay. Others don’t know, but I need to know. ‘Cause I’m a holy sword Because I have a duty to protect Julius, my rightful master.”

At Arnhill’s words, who knew what he was trying to ask, Nerondir nodded once with a determined expression on his face.

If there was a reason that wasn’t even funny, there was a momentum to even fight a deadly fight.

“… … Well, okay. ‘Cause now the end is coming I’ll let you know in particular. Because I was indebted to the Telmere family that created you.”

In response to Nerondir’s unusually serious attitude, Arnhill also took the Holy Sword’s words seriously.

“Let’s move for a moment. Because it is my first and last confession, not anyone else. If possible, I want to do it in a place with a nice view.”

“… … Would you like to do it?”

“… thanks You are such a good sword.”

At the words of the Holy Sword telling him to change his seat or not, Arnhill slowly closed his eyes and opened them.

The best manners that Arnhill can show, whose innate temperament is ‘vulgar’.

“I won’t go far. I don’t have time to sit back and chat at the cafe.”

“… … I don’t even want to sit face to face with you and chirp- caak-

“… … You’re really trying not to lose a word. Is it because he resembles his father?”

“I look like my mother from today.”

“… … .”

Like a rebellious adolescent, he held the pods for every word he spoke and listened to the tick-ticking words of the holy sword and shed it.

Instead of heading to Julius, who had disappeared with Erman, the road heading to Cecil, who was with the poor heretic inquisitor, etc.

The infirmary where Erman was located.

In front of the small window on one side, Arnhill moved slowly.

Again – again –

“… … Obviously, marble is prettier than tentacles.”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“… … I used to think tentacles were more beautiful.”

“It’s kind of weird. Tentacles are most beautiful when roasted.”

“… … ”

… … what do you mean

Where the heck did he learn such a lowly joke, Arnhill had no choice but to slowly turn his head, as he could not open his eyes and look at the Holy Sword, which was more ridiculous than funny.

‘… … .’

The pride of Liriam, whose tentacles disappeared when they looked away from the white marshmallow-like nerondir. The interior of the “Spiral Palace” caught my eye.

‘… … Well, it was painstakingly made.’

A high-ranking demon of the deep sea. The corridor of the spiral palace, where the tentacles of Ketyl Hill had receded and regained their original shape, was a beautiful scenery to say the least.

The blue light of dawn enchantedly flowed through the cracks in the windows that were shimmering like crystal, hidden in the abominable picture, and then faded away in the air.

‘… It was a mistake. I also think tentacles are better than marble. It would be.’

… … This place reminds me of home.

A sight reminiscent of a heavenly temple located in the heavenly heavens.

Arnhill’s eyebrows narrowed slightly at the fantastic spectacle of the Spiral Palace, which reminds me of things that happened before I was exiled to heaven when I was very young.

She hated the memories of her hometown.

It was also for that reason that the inside of the palace was made into an abominable space full of tentacles, where the demons of the deep sea were summoned until the last moment came.

“… … It should be around here.”

An empty flowerpot with nothing planted there is a lonely one.

Arnhill, reaching in front of the small window, opened his mouth again.

“… Come to think of it, don’t you see those disgusting tentacles here? Did you all roast it?”

Perhaps he had lost his mind in the interim, instead of his firm will to fight a decisive battle, he made a stupid expression with a stupid expression on his face.

However, the question is very, very reasonable.

Arnhill reached out to the old window and answered indifferently.

“I took away the command to impersonate the palace. Ketyl has other things to do.”

“That octopus. You didn’t send it to the sea, did you?”

A giant tentacle demon that occupied the palace.

At the words of Arnhil that he had given another command to the high-ranking demon of the deep sea, Ketyl Hill, Nerondir opened his mouth in awe.

“If you send it to the sea, you can’t eat fish! It took a lot of effort to get a human body, but if you can’t eat fish, you’re in trouble!”

long time ago.

A time when the Great Mountain Serpent devoured the whole island and the King was overthrown just because Nirhil had golden hair.

Nerondir’s lips trembled as he remembered the infamous high-ranking devil called Ketyl Hill, who occupied the sea and dried the seeds of seafood.

“… … No worries. I have no intention of throwing him into the sea. What I asked for was to bring in the ‘Dragon’, who was in trouble after being attacked by Julius.”

“… dragon?”

“I was talking about Tanahill. haven’t you seen That big western evil dragon.”

“ok. I’ve seen it. The fact that Julius had his head cut off like a fly by an unfamiliar event. Well, it doesn’t matter as long as that big octopus is thrown into the sea. or not.”

“… … .”

… … A bit too cheeky Should I throw it into a volcano and melt it right now?

Rather, the food taste was seafood.

The girl Cecil liked meat, so even if she beats me, she probably won’t be able to eat fish in the future.

be pitiful

“… What, why are you looking at me with those eyes?”

“… … I just looked at it because it was cute. No matter what you say, you’re a sword that’s like my little sister.”

Arnhill, who shed a smirk as he glanced at the little angel with a fat expression in his eyes, who probably would never have a chance to eat eternal fish in the future, shook his head.

“… … I’ll leave the digression aside, and now I’m going to talk about it a little bit. My shameful heart that I have been hiding.”

Then, sitting on the wide open window sill, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

Wheeik–

Her silver hair fluttered gently in the wind that contained the cold winter air from somewhere.

“… … by the way. Can I just say this?”

Somehow, it looks detached, and at the same time, it looks detached.

Nerondir tilted my head once and said.

“… … flaw.”

Because it was so funny that he had to tell him and he was worried about him.

Arnhill smiled a little and lifted her head.

The sight in the eyes of the great princess.

The sky at dawn where neither the moon nor the sun exist.

A dark world where even the eyes of God cannot reach.

“What a villain. Even without asking, I confide in my plans at the end of the day.”

“… Why are you doing that?”

“… … Because I want you to know that even bad things require my own efforts.”

Enjoying God’s time to offer a moment of silence for the sake of his daughter, who has been twisted since birth.

Arnhill said.

“Every existence wants someone to understand it only at the end of the day.”

He said something he knew very well that he was a freak.

I said things that I hated more than anyone else in the world, like a woman with brown hair whose head is dyed with flowers.

“What did you say. If you’re going to try anyway, why do you pour it into good things? Why do you pour it into bad things? That’s why I get insults every day.”

Naturally, Nerondir swung his tongue in disgust at that absurd and blunt answer.

“… … There are also beings that have no choice but to do so. Little angel.”

However, Arn Hill.

Despite Nerondir’s reaction, he merely opened his mouth in a low voice.

As I slowly close my eyes, I can only feel the end of autumn blowing through the window.

“… … There are people in the world who have been designated as villains from the moment they are born.”

God’s power. “Scheduled Harmony”.

The power to wield the fate that Arnhill had since she was born made her the ultimate victory.

“So did I.”

however unfortunately.

Is it God’s mistake? Or is this also the fate of the existence of Arnhill?

The power of God that made her a victorious existence, ironically, even twisted her fate.

I gave her a fate that only started with evil and ended with evil.

“I took my fate lightly. I was born a bad year. I had no hesitation in living forever as an evil being.”

love or happiness. Because I didn’t feel any value in achievements.

She conformed to her own destiny.

“Looking at the countless heroes who were lost by my words, I became more and more convinced of my choice. It is said that a life of conformity to fate was right.”

Also, that the fate created by his power is absolute.

Because I saw it with my own eyes.

She lived more and more in conformity with fate.

beyond conformity.

came to the oath.

“Kill the saint. killing the saint He killed even the greatest scholars and killed the most merciful who cared for the weak. He lived by surrendering his body to impulses and murderous intentions. … While wandering aimlessly like that, he was living faithfully to his own destiny.”

I met a child.

The child’s name is … … washroom.

Cecil Lionelta.

Born with the fate of destroying the giant castle (巨星).

A child born with the same evil as me.

A child with the same nature as me.

“I was curious. What kind of a child will grow up as a child who has been defined as evil since he was born just like me.”

You have the best beauty in the world.

I thought that maybe she would become a fairy and mess up the world.

Being swayed by fate like yourself, conforming to fate.

I thought that it would ripen with poison that would leave a scar in history.

“Even the prophecy of Lionelta said the fate of the child was evil. So, with certainty, I twisted her fate a little.”

Bondi will never reach a relationship.

A relationship with a man named Julius.

was forced

“Car homicide… … I didn’t even want to I didn’t think that I could kill Julius, who had the talent and dignity to be called the son of a god, with just one girl who was born with the same fate as me.”

Still, I thought it would be able to inflict at least one scar.

He thought it would be enough to scratch him a little.

Because that alone is a feat to be admired.

Because that alone is enough for Arnhill to defeat him.

“But… … It was a little different from what I thought.”

A man named Julius.

He embraces the sun in its essence.

I fell in love with poison that would harm itself.

It was fine up to there. There was a plan there.

“It shouldn’t go any different. Destiny is absolute.”

But… … .

—Julius! I love you! marry me!

“The washroom. That bitch got weird.”

It must have been the year that a gutter like me would fit in.

Every single thing you do will be evil for the world. It must be such a ‘fate’.

“She wished for happiness.”

What makes you so happy, while smiling so brightly.

“I wished for something that could never come true.”

Am I running towards love by moving my slender legs hard?

It can never be achieved.

It’s a vain hope.

“And that bitch managed to get what she wanted.”

However, Cecil Lionelta became the wife of Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.

A fate that will never come true.

A miracle that Arnhill ‘overcame’ the fate he thought was absolutely impossible.

“… … Carrying a child in that little boat, making eye contact with the man he loves. I was happy and smiled like I was going crazy.”

It was done so easily.

As if he was certain that he would escape from his fate.

He slipped away from the heavens that imprisoned the wicked.

“… … I had a gut feeling back then. The fact that she overcame fate. If you leave it like this, you will spend the rest of your life happily with Julius.”

… … Still, what

It was fine up to there.

Absolute is, in fact, infinitely close to 100. Because there may be one or two exceptions in eons.

After Cecil spent the rest of his life happily.

If I die next to Julius.

It’s also a scratch on the ‘perfect’ Julius.

Although it may not be obvious, the objective is achieved.

“… … and.”

But fate was cruel.

No, it would be more correct to say that it was playful rather than cruel.

“… … another one.”

Just like Arnhill’s own playful personality.

“Looking at that year, one thing. I’ve been thinking about things I shouldn’t have thought about.”

The fate that caught her herself.

The most perfect moment.

at the most appropriate time.

Arnhill made him aware of a thought that would shake the spirit of the devil.

“ah… . envy… all.”

Called.

I thought so.

Denying her very existence, all the paths she had walked were meaningless.

Sculpture, which can also be called Arnhill’s specialty.

implicitly threw