My Wife Is the Devil - My Wife Is the Devil chapter 82

“… … Julius, there is none.”

As the sun was rising in the middle of the sky, the first sound that came out of Cecil’s mouth when he jumped out of bed was Julius’s name.

“Ham. You can’t have an affair with another bitch, Julius.”

Cecil rubbed his hazy eyes and uttered words that were close to sleep talk, and tilted his head back and forth as he felt the pleasant feel of silk wrapped around his body.

“… … Hmm.”

The spectacle reflected in the dark blue eyes full of magic was quite boring.

“The house is very beautiful.”

A single word flowed from her pale pink lips, as if they had been dyed by picking a radish flower.

The impression that came out of the mouth of a high-ranking devil who had stolen a small two-story house right across from the Central Church was just such an absurd word.

“Why are you so white?”

In the room where there was no ordinary picture frame hanging and only the white wallpaper without a single speck of dust stood out, it was as if they were singing the nobleness and innocence of a priest.

Cecil groaned a little and bowed his head.

“… … .”

Is it because you just woke up? Cecil, dressed in black silk pajamas, instead of making a fuss about finding Julius as usual.

I just sat down on the bed, blinking my eyes, trying to come to my senses.

“… … I’m too tired, Julius.”

A single word, a mixture of whining and anguish, came out of her mouth.

Did the shock from hearing Leira’s ‘Declaration of Punishment’ last night not yet gone?

Cecil, still with tears in his eyes, let out a soft talk to himself.

“How long are you going to hold my hand and sleep?”

… … Judging from her strangely alluring voice, the reason she was having a hard time was probably because she was very manly.

For a while like that, Cecil let out a silly grumbling towards Julius, who was too kind.

After that, I slowly got out of bed and walked towards the window.

He tried to get as far away from the bed as possible with Julius.

Because his harvest still remained thick, it was because he continued to lose his mind.

Drooling-

Cecil, who could not go away, arrived in front of the window with a slightly heavy footsteps, lifted her slender hand and vigorously opened the window.

A chilly autumn wind from the west blew through the window as if it swept over Cecil’s entire body.

The negligee dress she was wearing clinged to her skin. A pleasant chill was felt from the silk that contained the autumn wind.

“Oh, it’s cold. It looks like winter already.”

Unlike Julius, who had a body made of cast iron that would be safe, the body itself was a slender woman.

Suma, who had engulfed Cecil’s mind, disappeared in an instant.

“… … Whoa!”

Even though it is a fake body made by magic, the pain felt in the body that is no different from the real body. Cecil stretched out once and let out a moan.

It was a look he didn’t usually show to Julius. It is because she wanted to show only her attractive self in front of her beloved husband.

Even if I became a being who couldn’t tell a lie. Cecil was an asshole.

“Where did Julius go? Don’t tell me…”

Cecil, who had been calling Julius, who had disappeared without a word by his side, could not finish his speech at the sight through the window.

“… … That is the power of love.”

The view out the window was truly spectacular.

The flames of infinity, which look like blooming cherry blossom petals, wrap around the entire building of the huge central church.

Apparently, Julius was looking for clues about Erman in the church right now.

“… … .”

But eventually, when he realized that he was alone with the holy sword, Cecil’s face was wrinkled.

If the Holy Sword had been by her side right now, she would have said something like this.

‘Hey! It’s an old woman from the devil!’ He would have made a fuss. It was such a disrespectful expression.

“… … Whoa!”

Cecil, who had a vicious expression that surprised even himself, quickly raised his hand and covered his face. And I desperately tried to calm the jealousy that was boiling from the depths of my heart.

“… … Julius is working right now. If you disturb him at work, he will surely be hated.”

She constantly teased her tongue and mumbled words like a spell, but the jealousy that ran through her blood only grew stronger.

“annoying.”

… … No, this darkened emotion that was entangled in the red blood was more than jealousy, it was closer to living.

Unlike Nirhil, who had a divided personality and had the spirit of a girl, Cecil now has a more vicious demonic nature.

If Cecil’s strength was to the extent that Julius’s strength surpassed that of Julius, it must have been a big four months.

“… … Calm down, you need to calm down.”

Cecil, who felt even a faint vertigo from the sudden boiling, near-paroxysmal jealousy, fell from the window and staggered back to bed.

full-

“Ha ha ha.”

Cecil almost threw himself into the bed, buried his face in the blanket, and took a deep breath.

The smell of Julius’s flesh flowing through his nasal passages made his mind hazy.

“… … under.”

In the bed where he spent a wholesome night, Cecil’s own body odor and Julius’s body odor were mixed and bloomed.

For a moment, silence settled in the pure white bedroom.

After a while, Cecil stood up again. He had a pretty calm face, perhaps calming the seething jealousy.

“… … .”

Cecil, who had completely returned to his normal state, jumped up with the momentum he had been standing up for, swung one round in the air, and settled nicely on the bed.

It was mimicking the movements of a dancer he had seen when he was once invited to a royal ball.

“I was a pervert. That’s crazy too.”

As a single word came out of Cecil’s mouth, the earlobes hidden by his brown hair were dyed red.

“Ahhh! You can’t show this to Julius!”

It was Cecil who was blinded by jealousy for a moment and made a black history that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

***

“By the way, what the hell is Julius doing?”

After kicking the bed with his absurd s*xual orientation.

Cecil barely maintained his composure, perched on the window sill, staring at the pale pink petals flying around the church building.

“… … envy. If I had a sword, I would have always been able to stick with Julius.”

Cecil, who uttered a shockingly absurd remark, began to wiggle his legs while sitting on the window sill.

I wanted to feel the cool autumn breeze with my bare skin, so the hem of the dress was made short by magic.

Years, four months, so far away, Cecil, who was looking at the church, was about an hour later.

“what! When the hell is it going to end? Are you saying you like the Holy Sword better than me?”

He burst out in anger and slammed the window sill with his hand.

Kwajik-

From the window sill to near the front door on the first floor with an ominous sound.

The exterior walls of the building were cracked.

The golden cyron that stretched out like the root of a tree, and even dark magic energy, was there.

… … Seeing you destroy the house as you please, you might think that Cecil is the owner of this house. The owner of this small two-story house, located directly opposite the Central Church, was distinctly different.

The first priest of the denomination, the man named Rian is the owner.

And at this moment, Priest Rian’s efforts to save ten years’ worth of wages and finally build his own house.

With Cecil’s cute gestures, it became a bubble and disappeared into the void.

“… … Yes, I’ll even make a lunch box for you! I read it in a book. In any case, you have to prepare delicious food for a hard-working man.”

No matter how much he waited, there was no sign of Julius’s work ending, and Cecil, unable to overcome his boredom, began to turn his attention elsewhere.

“… … It’s been a while since I’ve done some homemade cooking.”

Apparently, the reason he turned his attention to cooking was probably because of his desire for revenge towards Julius, who was too healthy last night.

“Where is the kitchen?”

A word that came out of Cecil’s mouth involuntarily. For Julius, it was practically a death sentence.

“Uh, were you on the first floor?”

Cecil narrowed his eyebrows for a moment, looking for memories. When Lionelta was imprisoned in the warehouse, he vaguely remembered that the place where the dishes were hung was on the first floor.

The reason why Cecil’s memory is so blurry even though he is a demon with far superior memory than humans.

Even as he walked down the street, he did not take his eyes off the man named Julius.

“If it is possible, I should also make Lionelta sister’s share. To beat my stubborn dad, I need to convince my sister.”

While Cecil was cooking for Julius, he thought about how to convince Lionelta.

“Uh… losing, roasting, stabbing, cutting off the arm?”

Perhaps it was because he was a demon, and the methods of conciliation in Cecil’s mouth were all horrendous.

Just as Lionelta, the angel of death, hated Cecil, so Cecil hated Lionelta.

“Even though she has a similar face to me, she is very similar. You must never be alone with Julius. If there is such a thing.”

… … Unlike Lionelta, the reason Cecil didn’t like her was really silly. In fact, Cecil was a woman who would be jealous of the Scarecrow if she wore a skirt, so it was natural.

“I will be busy from now on. It’s not that difficult to convince an angel.”

While Julius was conducting an investigation at the Central Church, Cecil decided to do two jobs: cooking and conciliation.

Cecil, who had made up his mind, nodded once with a determined expression on his face.

He got himself up from the window sill he was sitting on, and threw himself straight into the middle of the road.

tuk-

Cecil landed gently like fallen leaves from the sky.

After checking her dress for a moment, she raised her head toward the Central Church.

At some point in time during that short period of magic, the strange pajamas that was draped over Cecil’s body turned into a quiet blue dress. The shoes, too, were not the cheap shoes with worn out soles, but high-heeled shoes that a noble young-ae would wear.

“Damn, come and see.”

Without taking his eyes off the church still surrounded by the power of love, [Infinity], Cecil called out his workman, Carmang, in a low voice.

– Whoa!

As if waiting for it, a black magpie rolls out from Cecil’s feet.

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Maybe it was because he had recently become the commander of the corps, and the feathers were dripping with luster and the flesh was nicely up.

“My loyal subordinate, Camang, you have to use your strength again this time.”

Cecil, who was glaring at the Central Church where Julius would be with his arms crossed, glanced at the black man who answered in a happy voice for some reason, and then slowly began to bring out the main point.

– Whoa! Whoa!

“Hey, do you see the central church surrounded by flames?”

As if to leave it alone, I moved my wings and beat my chest. Cecil looked at such a black man and burst into laughter. Then he pointed his finger at the church building.

– Whoa?

Turning his head at Cecil’s words, Black-eyed, who had the panoramic view of the Central Church in his eyes, tilted his head.

And after a while.

– Whoa!

Black-eyed, who felt the power of an angel that began to burn her body made of void with only heat, began to scream and flutter. It was an escape close to instinct for survival.

“There is no such thing as running away. Black man.”

However, Cecil stretched out his hand towards the black man who was about to soar high into the sky.

– Whoa? Whoa! Whoa!

A loyal servant who could not escape his master’s hand and escape, Cecil finally caught him by the nape of his neck.

“You have worked really hard so far, so I trust you.”

Cecil whispered in a soft voice to the crow, who was caught in the hands of a high-ranking demon and couldn’t even struggle. What was so bizarre was the devil.

– Whoa, whoa!

For some reason, at Cecil’s words, which made his heart flutter, the blackbird let out a cry filled with emotion.

If it was now, even if it were to charge towards the strongest angel, Tafnel, it seemed like he would pretend to be.

“Okay, so don’t give me a small task like that.”

Cecil, who was very satisfied with the appearance of such a blackbird, stroked the blackbird’s beak once with an alluring smile.

The white frills on his sleeves were swept away by the void-formed beak, but Cecil didn’t care. Because the black man had to do something more important than that.

“From now on, you must go through that flame and watch the holy sword next to Julius.”

– Whoa, whoa? cack. cack.

The black man shook his head and chirped. Why did you have to monitor the holy sword?

“It is because the ritual of the Holy Sword is closer to that of a woman. Maybe it would be a big deal if that creepy holy sword had feelings for Julius.”

– Whoa… Whoa.

Toward Cecil, who casually said that the sword might fall in love, the black man nodded clumsily. I didn’t understand it at all, but because I was the owner, I felt compelled to understand.

“But I can’t go to Julius right now. Because from now on, I have to focus all my attention on convincing the Archangel Lionelta. So, black man, watch the holy sword instead of me.”

After saying those words, Cecil closed his mouth and patted Black’s head once. A smile with a sense of dignity was also added as an added bonus.

– Whoa, whoa! Whoa!

However, Blackbird bowed his head saying that he couldn’t do it. The reason was that if it penetrated the Jeepnel’s power, it would have been a ripe roasted crow.

“… … Hmm.”

Dare to look at the sassy nemesis who disobeyed the Great Evil’s command, Cecil stroked his chin once. And he said to the black man:

“Damn.”

– Whoa, whoa?

“Were you male? Or was it female? It must have been a female.”

Cecil’s expression gradually started to get worse.

In fact, physical gender was meaningless to Sooki-ma, but Cecil dared to ask the black man for s*x.

I’m not going to continue. This is consistent with summary execution.

– Whoa!

As soon as Cecil finished speaking, Blackbird with a small body began to fly away with evil. Towards the church that was engulfed in flames dyed pink.

“Indeed it will.”

Like a high-ranking demon, Cecil, who had been vicious with the powerless beauty, brushed his hair once and smiled with satisfaction.

Standing in front of the Central Church and wearing the blue dress I liked to wear when I was a girl, I felt a little better.

“Then, shall we go and feed my sister soon? I couldn’t eat anything and was beaten by me, so it must be hard.”

Cecil looked at the small two-story house behind him and shouted out loud.

Now in there, the enemy of the maimed Daecheon who dared snatch Julius, her husband, twice.

There was Lionelta, the angel of death.

“… … I have to be a little more serious.”

However, Cecil decided to put aside his personal feelings for a while.

At this point, continuing to fight back and forth with Lionelta is suicide, and if you convince the Angel of Death to be your ally.

“Obviously, Julius will see me differently. You might even praise him for being a broad-minded Jo Kang-ji!”

For this reason, Cecil decided to spend a hearty lunch with her older sister and grandmother, Lionelta.

The scapegoat for Chef Cecil, who came back after a long time. It must have been Lionelta, not Julius.