My Wife Is the Devil - Chapter 138



138 – Gwangae (1)

#Gwangae (1)

…… Be honest.

For Arnhil, the word ‘difficulty’ was a very unfamiliar word. It would be nice to say that there is no connection.

Surprisingly.

Even though it has existed for eons.

“Really… “It’s difficult.”

Well, to be precise.

It had something to do with the word difficulty. Since he is the one who has killed countless heroes, it is impossible for him to have no connection at all.

“I didn’t know Iidaji would be strong. No matter how strong a woman who loves is.”

But even so.

Arnhill was someone who ‘gave’ trouble to others.

【Your story ends here.】

With the transcendent power to control fate, the stories of countless people end in tragedy… It was that kind of existence.

There is no such thing as a thrilling twist in the story where the devil called Arnhill intervenes.

Because there is no such thing as a hero who uses trials as a stepping stone to overcome adversity.

“A little horse that should have run wild only in her hands. “You’re disturbing me until the very end.”

The characters in her stories were just pitiful words wandering through her grasp.

A tiny soldier horse that would fall by the queen’s blade.

They were just that.

…… That is, until a traitor appears who usurps the queen’s place.

“If there is such a thing as a nemesis bound by fate. “I thought it was definitely Julius.”

A strange or unpleasant sensation felt under one’s feet.

Just endlessly. Looking at the land turning black, black, black.

Arnhill said, feeling the infinitely expanding ‘world’ with his whole body.

“In the end, you decorate the end of ‘me’.”

─Tak.

“Cecil.”

Small ripples appeared in the black shadow that colored the ground.

I felt something different from under my feet, which gave off a sticky feeling.

“… ….”

Now, I rolled my only remaining eye and looked down.

A slight pain was felt from her left eyelid, where the pupil had disappeared. A small amount of fluid flowed out of the black hole.

“… ….”

However, she was not blind to the point of being blind. The only thing damaged was her left eye.

I was able to maintain my vision, even if it was blurry.

I narrowed my eyebrows and lowered my head a little more.

A black shadow that looks more like a shallow sea than the earth.

On top of that, a woman with brown hair had collapsed.

“…… “It’s beautiful.”

She was a woman with a breathtakingly beautiful appearance.

To the point where I unconsciously muttered that it was beautiful.

“Really… beautiful.”

An exclamation escaped from Arn Hill’s mouth as he carefully touched her woman’s face.

Her brown hair, filled with the warmth of autumn, was like silk. The dull blue eyes created the illusion of being sucked in, and the long eyelashes made her eyes more ‘perfect’.

“… ….”

The tall nose gave me a foolish urge to bite it.

“The term Gyeonggukjisaek is probably meant for you.”

When you reach the softly closed lips like a cherry… What can I say?

I crave Julius Tapnel, that stone-like man. These are the lips that achieved the feat of bewitching a hero who will never exist again in this world.

“…… “It’s really shameful.”

After running his thumb across her lips, which were still unscathed in the aftermath of her battle, Arnhill lifted her head.

Then, she slowly began to move her steps in front of her.

Even though the body she was longing for was right in front of her, she just turned towards her.

Why?

The answer to that question was located on the ground she walked on.

Quietly, sometimes noisily.

Women fighting and holding their hair among the dead bodies that had fallen on the ground.

Whether they had breathed their last breath or were still full of energy, the women standing on the black earth were all sporting gorgeous brown hair.

Fake people summoned by the “24 High-ranking Demons” Called Cecil, which is the power of a devil and has now become a magic that has reached the level of a god.

They were the Emperor’s nightmare “Nirhil”.

“…… Under.”

Looking at them busy fighting among themselves as if Arnhill wasn’t even in their minds, she let out a laugh.

“It’s really consistent. They fight among themselves even though the enemy is right in front of them. “I can’t even make a joke.”

Nirhil’s corpse was everywhere he walked. It looked as if he was in a deep sleep, but he had clearly stopped breathing.

There were corpses everywhere in such a strange atmosphere.

She was so numerous that Arnhil could not even tell how many ‘Nirhills’ Cecil had summoned. All she could do was walk with her battered body.

Somewhere in this cursed land.

Towards the real Cecil.

“… ….”

With every step I took, a sense of humiliation rose from my heart.

Every time I saw the bodies of ‘Nirhil’ hit by my foot, I felt a rush of indescribable emotions.

“… ….”

Arnhill is in complete disrepair.

The corpses of ‘Nirhil’ are scattered everywhere.

On the outside, it will look as if Arnhill killed them all.

But as I said before.

The ‘Nirhills’ who were called into this world did not even have the slightest interest in Arnhil. Because the only thing they are interested in is ‘Julius’ and their ‘love enemy’.

─I alone am enough to be Julius’s wife! Enough!

─On a fake topic! Don’t call our boy’s name with that dirty mouth of hers!

─You are the fake!

─No! You are so fake!

─No!

─No!

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─────No!

The Nirhils who crawled out from Cecil’s shadow began to fight, calling out to each other that she was the real ‘Cecil.’

Women with identical faces were entangled and rushing to kill each other. The blood of the ‘fake’s’ who were defeated by the ‘fake’ soaked the ground, and the world was stained by the frantic fight.

Black, black, …… Just black.

“I wasn’t even thinking about it from the beginning. “From beginning to end.”

So, the reason why Arnhill became a total disaster is very simple.

They were just caught up in a fight between fake people who thought they were real.

Even though he was just caught up in a fight, he looks like this. Her left eye was completely gouged out, and the princess’ once white body was tattered with her wounds.

I don’t even know where the cursed holy object “Emperor’s Scepter” That I have been using so well has gone.

I can only vaguely sense that it has been torn to pieces.

“I sang a song that made me want to go back to being human. “She actually had something else in mind.”

Arnhill spoke in a sonorous voice that did not fit the hell-like landscape.

He hummed and spoke as if he were singing a song.

“In the end, you hated yourself for growing shabbily old one day. “You made a lot of excuses to get Julius back, but from the beginning, you——,”

──I wanted the life of a devil, not a human.

Even if I hadn’t intervened, you would definitely have.

“I would have become a devil.”

Jaw.

Arnhill, who was aimlessly walking on the land distorted by demonic energy, stopped.

It’s both short and long.

In the midst of the chaotic fight, the real ‘Cecil’ stepped forward only once.

The scepter in Arnhil’s hand.

It was only when he stole the only medium that could turn him back into a human.

And that unique medium was shattered. I just felt it vaguely. Now. A small piece of debris floating at Arnhill’s feet told me that it was not just a simple feeling.

“You let your guard down, Cecil. “You always have to make sure you clean up afterwards.”

I carefully lifted up the sticky piece of soot.

The dark red color symbolizing evil faded, and auspicious energy began to flow from the sculpture.

“The saint said. In life, you don’t know the ending until the end. So giving up is just foolish.”

「The Emperor’s Scepter」.

The holy relic, which was originally created to control rampaging demons, was created by the hands of a famous blacksmith family.

An auspicious sword that wards off evil.

With the holy sword Nerondir.

‘Call the Holy Sword. If you truly desire it, it will only seep out of me as you wish.’

Someday. These words were spoken by Cecil on a path where red autumn leaves were fluttering.

The strong desire of the person who wants to cut down the devil sharpens the dull blade of the holy sword.

Although this small piece in my hand was not a holy sword. Arnhill’s desire to cut down the devil was higher than ever.

So just one moment. Although it is only a fragment, if you hold it in your hand, it will grant Arnhill’s wish.

The high-ranking demon that resides in Cecil’s body will be driven out of her body.

“When I first dyed this black. “I never thought I’d end up lusting after a b*tch’s body.”

Arnhil whispered softly as he dyed the holy relic he had corrupted with five colors again.

“The weather is cold. “Winter will come soon.”

Hold the sharply forged piece of holy relic in your hand like a dagger. Her grip was soaked and red blood soaked the piece, but her lips were only filled with smiles.

“I’m tired of the cold now. “Now, I want warmth too.”

In the end, the winner of this fight will be ‘Cecil Lionelta.’

With a happy smile on her face, she will warm her cold body in the arms of the man she loves.

But definitely.

What’s inside doesn’t have to be the devil, right?

This is a family with a child who represents an angel and is favored by an angel.

“My Father in heaven. For the first and last time. I thank you.”

As expected, the devil doesn’t suit me.

“I am the devil. “For making me into an angel.”

Deepest gratitude…… Give.

Soon.

A small water drop fell from the dark sky.

Similarly, small ripples appeared on the black ground.

It seemed like raindrops.

Maybe it was tears.

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