My Wife Is the Devil

#My wife is the devil (16)

Basically, fish cannot live on land.

No matter how much you call it a kraken, the fear of the sea. Even if you say that it is a sperm whale with a precious treasure in its belly, it is still true.

If you are thrown into a barren wilderness where no grass grows, there is no way to escape death.

The words of the fish that escaped from the sea full of water that always wet my skin were a very sad end, writhing in the scorching sun and slowly suffocating and dying.

“… … Ansilla. my heart hurts so much I can’t breathe well. It seems to be slowly dying.”

– Yes, you are. The master is dying right now.

In other words, it is a story that the tribes of living beings lose their lives unexpectedly if they get out of an environment suitable for them.

And this absurd law of nature was not just a story that only applied to fish. Isn’t it a rationale that only applies to living things like humans without having to go far right away?

The words of a human being lost naked in the vast, empty sea would be no different from the words of a fish thrown into a barren wilderness.

If I could say the difference, the only difference would be whether it was dry or puffy.

“What if we can’t find Julius forever like this? His breath, his lips, his voice. Without one, I cannot live.”

– Yes, yes. You couldn’t live without one.

And this principle was also applied to high-ranking demons, which are more abstract concepts than living things, without exception.

Especially for Cecil Lionelta, to the point of being fatal.

No matter how much she takes the whole world

Even if she has a power that can be counted in her fingers, it is said that it is difficult for her to maintain the act of life if she is also out of the environment suitable for her to live in.

Of course, I am not referring to the environment such as the sea or plains.

For Cecil Lionelta, an environment suitable for survival means the ‘side seat’ of her husband Julius Tafnell. Or ‘backseat’. Either that, or the ‘front seat’.

And that said, this situation without Julius by his side is like a kraken thrown into the wilderness for Cecil. It only looks fine on the outside, but in reality, it’s drying out every second every second.

“Is the feeling of being choked or suffocating like this? If I die of suffocation, I hope he at least strangles me.”

-ha. Yes, yes, yes. Jaal- I see. But, lord. It’s only been ten minutes since I broke up with my husband-

“Once a minute. If you don’t whisper love in my ear, I’ll shed tears of sadness.”

-… … Ah, this owner is starting again.

It is said that there is a reason for trembling like this because he broke up with Julius for only about ten minutes.

Of course, for Ansila, a working horse, the owner’s insanity is only questionable. In fact, Cecil wasn’t even a sane woman.

At this point, it gets really jingling.

“If I don’t stroke my hair once an hour, I might die of loneliness. If you don’t kiss me every thirty minutes, I might collapse.”

Perhaps he had escaped from the Bicon, and Cecil, who was trembling through the palace corridors filled with only disgusting tentacles and stale air, continued wiping the tears from my eyes.

Naturally, the words that came out of her mouth were really jingling, and Ansila desperately opened her mouth, thinking that the head she didn’t have would turn around.

-ah. really. Aww! The price is also moderately low! It’s only been ten minutes since we broke up with Julius Tafnel! It’s only been a minute since I’ve been away from Langsahill!

Ansila tried to remind Cecil of the shocking fact that he had only been away from Julius for about ten minutes to make a lasting impression.

In fact, he lost Julius while selling his eyes, ran through the palace corridors after being chased by the mad vicon “Langsahill” summoned by Ansila. because it was

For reference, Langsa Hill, who vigorously pursued her to cut Cecil in half, was able to outrun Cecil thanks to her witty wit.

‘. The smell of this vulgar… a prostitute?’

‘Please… can’t you just call me a spring girl? How do you tell them apart by smell?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Is it?’

‘Because I memorized all the gatherings of the girl who lived in the capital in the past.’

‘What the hell have you been doing in the past?’

‘Anyway, it’s all good. Our crazy pony, Langsahill, should be surprised with the prostitutes. No matter what, I can’t run around like a woman in such a shameful way.’

‘… … That’s why I’m asking you to do that in front of your father-in-law. I really don’t understand.’

Bicons hate women with pure love, but on the other hand, they are infinitely generous with women who are indulged in pleasure and luxury.

Cecil was well aware of these bicorn instincts, and using his astonishing sense of smell and memory, he found a group of prostitutes imprisoned nearby and lured them to Langsahill.

After that, well, everything went according to Cecil’s plan. Like a bicon faithful to his instincts, as soon as the prostitutes appeared in front of them, Langsa Hill licked the nape of their necks and waved their tails at once, and Cecil succeeded in escaping from the crazy bicon while he was blind.

And that was just about fourteen minutes after we broke up with Julius.

It was also around the time when a piece of her, who was called a genius girl when she was young, was revealed.

‘Uh, Julius. Julius is missing…’

And exactly one minute later, Cecil, like a lie, became a fool due to “Julius withdrawal symptoms” due to the absence of Julius.

For Ansila, who prefers the intellectual side of Cecil, it was truly regrettable.

“Ten minutes? Not ten minutes, but fifteen minutes. How can you talk so easily about your master’s life at stake?”

Whether he knew Ansila’s pity or not, Cecil, who had become seriously stupid, spoke again.

On the battlefield, it is not uncommon for aquatic plants to separate life and death, let alone moisture.

– Ten or fifteen minutes! There it is! Even if it’s short, it’s too short to whine like a lost puppy!

The problem is that those fifteen minutes were only the time that passed after I had separated from my husband. If you’re an average adult, even if you’re separated from your partner for a while, you won’t be so fussy.

In other words, there is no such thing as a bad value.

Ansila, unable to bear the shame of Cecil’s ugliness, eventually committed the abhorrence of raising her voice towards her master.

Kwagwagwang—!

─aah!

─ Whoa!

—Ansila! Don’t shake it! If you move, we all die!

It was an added bonus that the workhorses who were living in the nest in the shadows suddenly suffered a catastrophic disaster at the terrifying shouts that shook her huge body.

“phew. thank god. The wooden sword we used when he was ten years old. it wasn’t broken I’m really happy.”

Cecil, who actually aroused Ansilla’s anger, did not know if Ansila was yelling or not, or was there any flaws in the Julius collection that he possessed—there is no way of knowing how he airlifted it? It was only a confirmation by magic.

“Ansila. The same low end as just before. I won’t forgive you twice. He’ll forgive me for climbing up to me, but I’ll never forgive him for scratching his things. By the way, I was talking about the puppies and stuff earlier.”

Cecil, who finished the safety check of the Julius Collection Room in a short period of time, calmly answered Ansila’s words and continued.

Of course, that answer was, of course, far from the common-sense answer Ansila wanted.

“I’m Julius’s only dog, and Julius is my only owner, so is ‘a dog that has lost its owner’ correct? I also prepared a leash for later use. Here, the letters are also engraved. [Julius’s dog ♡]. see?”

-… … You’re really sick.

Cecil, who was able to walk away from the Bicon and had a lot of room to walk, took a leash out of my pocket and muttered crazy slurs, and profane words came out of Ansila’s mouth.

Again, Ansila didn’t want to know anything about the secret taste of her master. If artificial planets are interested in copulation, that’s just as bizarre.

– Please pay for that neat-looking face. I’m ashamed.

Ansila spoke in a blunt tone to Cecil, who was the seemingly innocent and innocent virgin herself.

Wherever I go and someone asks who the owner is, I promise that I will always say that Julius Tafnel is my master.

In the end, Ansila decided to give up on my master who did not have an answer.

“… … flaw.”

-flaw?

“Huh.”

-… … Wow, I feel really bad.

I see After all, Ansila doesn’t know love. be pitiful

Cecil shook his head with a smirk at the glance that was faintly felt from beyond the shadows, beyond contempt and close to resignation.

That’s why it can’t be a male virgin. It’s like you’re blushing without knowing how sweet it is to see a feast of slimy flesh between a man and a woman coveting each other.

In the midst of the evil days hated by Julius, Cecil, who had completely forgotten that he was also a virgin, opened his mouth with a sad smile towards Ansila.

“ha. Ansilla. Also, you don’t understand this feeling. After all, you must have been in love at least once in your life.”

– What, what? ha, true no i’m not really funny

“You are pitiful that you do not know the greatness of love.”

-… … You’re picking up strange things from somewhere else and saying strange things.

hard. Now I know what it feels like to have my teeth cracked even though I don’t have a mouth.

As I continued to do this, until the day really dawned, I would hear dry and worn out how perfectly Julius Tafnell could please a woman.

“therefore. How much he loves me-”

-… … ha.

‘For now… I have to tell you to go left at the end of the hallway. Please shut your mouth.’

When I told Julius’s story, it came back to life again, and I thought it was pathetic for my master who told me stories he didn’t want to know, but Ansila decided to teach Cecil the direction he should go.

No matter how pathetic and annoying it may be, in the end, Ansila’s workhorse basically works for Cecil. I hope she is happy.

However, I just want to express that happiness in concrete terms so that I don’t talk about it to myself.

Now, Ansila coughed awkwardly a couple of times towards Cecil, who had fallen into her own world as she fluttered her skirt in place.

– Hmmm. Now, stop bragging about your husband and move on. Time is not on our side.

“It’s time… Yeah, Julius? He would always get up on the bed and tickle my back when it was time to sleep. If I beat him to the chest telling him not to do it, his naughty hands will come under his waist-”

– Mr. Lee! Go to the left at the fork in the road over there! I can feel the extraordinary divine power, you rotten master!

“Yes? Haven’t you finished talking yet? This is the beginning, where are you going?”

– You stupid master! There are few! Please get some flowers out of your head instead of brain water!

“… … Hmmm. I know too. Yes, divine power. I can definitely feel a strong divine power over there. It’s not bad to check.”

-Heng. puck

“… … .”

‘Is it too bad? But I’m still newlywed. I mean, it’s still a new house. Isn’t this normal?’

It didn’t make sense at all.

The runaway of the regression devil, a newlywed of 40,026 years who claims to be his new wife, ended in a tragic end, and the price was cold.

In the middle of the spiral palace where dangerous high-ranking demons, traps, and hostages lurk, Cecil, who was untimely, was able to open his eyes to Ansila’s advice, even though he was still a loyal follower. The problem was that he opened his eyes slightly at the same time as the shame he had lost.

No, the woman named Cecil needs to have a little bit of shame, so this too would be a luxury if it was a luxury.

“Uh, um. Ansilla. Did you mean earlier? Because Julius was not by his side, he was lonely. So it’s like that. Sure enough, we’re still newlyweds-“

Cecil realized that he was trembling a little too much, and belatedly shed a drop of cold sweat and picked up excuses for Ansila.

No, I was trying to pick it up.

– Hey. Jerry this sh*t. I’ll give you some milk, so please just go away.

“… … .”

However, Cecil’s excuse for being conscious of shame was cut off with a single word from Ansila.

He seemed really tired of Cecil. It was quite absurd that the screams were so flat, but what can we do? Even after hearing such an absurd sound, there was nothing more to say than this time.

“… … Eight! I don’t know. whatever. Is it a sin for a wife to brag about her husband? Mine is something I can be proud of.”

So Cecil decided to overturn the plate itself. Come to think of it, it’s a bit embarrassing, but it’s because I realized that I didn’t really do anything wrong.

Ansila, who had lowered her expectations to the level that she wished the fight would be straight up now, continued with a blunt tone when she saw Cecil showing her dignified, naive, and full-bodied attitude.

– You’ve decided to trample on your own shame. Rather, didn’t you say that you belong to Julius Tafnel? It is extremely irrational to claim that a property claims the owner’s ownership.

“The couple is one soul. So, at the same time as I belong to Julius, Julius is also mine. That’s it! okay? This story ends here. I kept saying useless things and sat down.”

-… … beating the drums and playing the drums. You start on your own and end on your own. That’s great. It is also called the King’s Nightmare.

“I don’t have time for this. Of course, it’s good to tell him that story. After all, I prefer the real Julius to be by my side. Resuming the search!”

-… … Now it hurts to say anything.

Obviously, he was the first to start to lose money, but as if Ansila had started it, Cecil finished the story skillfully and began to move forward, waving his hands vigorously as if he couldn’t hear the sarcastic sarcasm of my nephew.

And in the process, a number of victims (?) also began to appear one after another. As Cecil moved, he stabbed the eyes of those painted on the paintings hanging in the hallway, for a rather compelling reason that he did not like the eyes of the paintings looking at him.

“You, what are those eyes? I don’t like it. Dare to secretly eavesdrop on Julius and me?

─… … ?

“Ah! Get rid of that ugly face right now!”

hooked.

─aah!

A large number of abominations were adorning the windows of the tentacle corridor that did not receive any sunlight.

The victims were the pictures of a woman with a severed head or a man with unusually sharp and elongated teeth, pictures that looked like living monsters in themselves.

It was not without a subtle sense of pity to say. But because it was so unfair, I could barely call him a victim.

“yap. yap.”

─Gaah!

“yap. yap.”

─aah!

“yap. yap!”

─Nirhill, please speak to me… Kyaah!

hooked.

“Something like a trivial monster. who are you talking to I am an envoy other than Julius.”

Again, again, again, again.

… … Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again

He dared to eavesdrop on what had happened between himself and Julius (the abominations were just hanging there. It was Cecil himself who suddenly appeared in front of them and started arbitrarily shaking the price) with two fingers. Cecil began to hurriedly resume his steps again.

It was okay when we were talking about Julius, but as I walked with my mouth shut, a feeling of ‘longing’ quickly welled up in my heart.

‘Julius. I want to see you again soon. Either dad or Arnhill. Let’s blow it all up and let it go. Then, holding hands and looking into each other’s faces. Let’s go see Leira with a smile.’

Just dreaming of a happy future with her husband makes her bashful like an idiot—the devil who sheds a smile and moves forward without any worries.

Without noticing the fact that his entire life was a sharp blade forged to pierce the heart of the man he loved, ‘Julius’.

He had erased from his mind Lionelta’s prophecy that one day he would build a giant castle.

Drawing a happy dream that will never wake up, I slowly moved into a fantasy that was like a thin ice sheet.

***

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Meanwhile, at the same time.

Outside the spiral palace.

“Hmm. It would have been something like this It would be nice if I could turn my eyes away from Arnhill, even for a moment.”

Just as in the palace, or in the sky above the outskirts of the spiral palace, where tentacles that are much larger than the inside of the palace are rampant, Lionelta, the angel of death, suddenly looks down at the ground and takes a deep breath.

“Julius. That foolish man is walking the difficult path. If you just give up on that poor devil bitch, everything will be unified.”

Thinking of the foolish servant of God who kicked off the simple solution of going back in time five years ago just because he didn’t want to lose Cecil, Lionelta shook his head as if frustrated.

This is because the Julius couple did not understand at all, even in this situation, after the Julius couple had successfully infiltrated into the palace and helped them by betraying Erman himself.

“Whether you want a woman or wealth. Even though there is nothing in the world that cannot be obtained. Is it a small distribution man who is obsessed with trivial things?”

A Lionelta with insight can tell.

The absurd feats that a man named Julius could accomplish if he put his mind to it.

As a man, he has reached the peak of the love he can get. she can tell You can see it as if it actually happened.

“if not….”

Even the beautiful queen of the Jennifer Kingdom that exists across the sea, the most beautiful princess in the world that Liream Kingdom is proud of, the representative of love, and even the golden angel she worships.

Julius can win everyone’s love. Women who would give him love would also be willing to be his. I wouldn’t try to monopolize him.

“… … .”

Compared to such devoted women. What about the woman named Cecil that he actually chose?

Except for the smooth face, everything else is flawed.

Unlike the Queen of Jennif Kingdom, Cecil does not forgive the existence of other women. Like the beautiful princess of Liream Kingdom, she is not as talented in cooking.

Like the representative of love, his faults do not have the broad generosity to embrace them. If he covets another woman, Cecil is the woman who will end his life with Julius.

Finally, unlike the golden angel Tafnel, Cecil is not virtuous. Just because he’s a demon doesn’t mean he’s dirty and mean. speaking of nature.

Cecil Lionelta is the lumber of an evil woman who will go down in history. He is always calculating when meeting humans, and he is cold-blooded who will not feel even the slightest guilt even if he takes his life with one’s own hands.

All the foolish appearances in front of Julius were said to be masks. Because if you just show your true colors, you will be hated. Because he can no longer own the man named Julius. Because he loses his possessions to another woman.

It is nothing more than forcibly suppressing my vicious nature. She is truly a miserable woman.

“… … Or is he a man with a wide distribution like the ocean?”

And a man named Julius knew all of that. Still, he chose the room.

He gives her all of his love and covets and craves her love.

It’s incomprehensible. At least, it was a love that Lionelta’s brain could not comprehend.

“Arn Hill. have you seen this far If so, I have no choice but to commend you.”

I mean, you gave me a ‘perfect’ match that can’t be found anywhere else in the world.

… … whatever the purpose may be.

Thinking of the cunning demon that bound Julius and Cecil with the red thread of love, which was never meant to be, Lionelta sighed briefly as if tired of it.

To kill Julius Tafnel, Arnhill, who crafted such a sophisticated and complex plate, was amazing, and on the other hand, it was funny that the blade he prepared was the perfect half of a man named Julius.

“… … ha. Whatever it is, I don’t care. Either Julius dies or Cecil dies. Either both die or both live. I just need to save my son, Erman. Together, we save the world.”

He whispered the name of a saint who, despite having seen him his whole life, has lived a life that is still unpredictable and terribly cursed. Reaching out to the night sky where there was no starlight, Lionelta let out a deep sigh, different from before.

For some reason, being alone, I felt like I could breathe over and over again.

It’s just that she doesn’t look old, but is she too old? At this point, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to overhear what others are doing. Before I go into depression.

“Yul… Lius will get to Arnhill on his own. Erman, the yellow buds will be in a place where you can’t find them at least.”

Is there only one option? Well, there’s nothing wrong with keeping an eye on Cecil’s old school year since you don’t know what’s going to happen.

While talking to herself and sighing while drawing the attention of Arnhill and the giant tentacles alone, Lionelta decided to observe people (?) with magic to prevent her from becoming the first angel with depression.

Why doesn’t everyone try it at least once when they were young? A meaningless observation, such as staring intently at ants crawling on the pavement.

Although the thing to be observed now is not an ant, but a high-ranking demon, what is it? Cecil, the vicious evildoer, was an object of observation for Lionelta, no different from an ant.

If I can trample on it like an ant, I want to kill it right away, so if it is similar, it can be said that it is similar.

“I hope you don’t get into an accident. Just in case we fall apart with Julius.”

A genocide could happen only with anger.

Lionelta, whose trust in Cecil exceeded zero and was in a negative state, shuddered and shuddered alone, imagining when such a catastrophe happened. Just imagining it, I felt a bit impatient. It seemed that I should check what Cecil was doing right now.

“Ts. Something like an annoying tickle. It is unnecessarily strong and cannot be removed.”

Taken from n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Mumbling, complaining about Cecil, Lionelta made a nice gesture towards the air.

As if holding a baton and conducting an orchestra, magic and divine power collided with each other and started to burn splendidly. Cecil’s voice began to flow into Lionelta’s ears, who had manifested the magic.

─… … recipe. Where the hell are you… … .

“Hmm. There’s a lot of noise. Is Arnhill Gonyeon interfering with the flow of magic and divine power?”

The first sound I heard was almost noise. It was also said that the eavesdropping magic wasn’t working properly.

But for now, this is the best thing to do, so instead of using the magic again, Lionelta decided to focus on the sound in her ears with her brows narrowed.

─… … is goo huh?

“Ugh. I think I can hear it a little better when I concentrate.”

I almost frowned, so somehow I could hear a sound.

Lionelta licked her lips slightly, feeling a sense of gloom at the sound of Cecil’s voice gushing out like a fountain of irritation and anger just by hearing it.

“Ts. It’s not like I want to hate you either. If you keep doing things that I hate, you just hate me.”

─… … mind.

“Look who you are talking to. Cecil, who is a sociable baker, seems to be enjoying playing with clowns with the workhorses I made myself.”

Well, I’m sure the depression is going away. If you keep your mouth shut, you probably won’t be a bad woman like Cecil’s old year.

He said that dog dung also has a place to be used for medicine. Because Cecil also realized that he was not useless.

The problem started here. If I had only heard this far, maybe Lionelta could have softened her unconditional hatred for Cecil a little. He may have forgiven a little of the grudge he had for not showing up all night long, sitting on the belly button with my husband, leaving the rancid soup at his bedside.

─… … Did you write a run? when?

“yes? what do you write Are you saying that you wrote down the killer?”

But Saint Telmere said, The worst always overlaps.

In the midst of the worst possible destruction of the world, Lionelta had not received any blessings from her luck.

-It was then. Yul appeared in front of me with her long blonde hair fluttering, and took a rough breath and wrapped her arms around my waist. Then, with his slightly chapped lips, he began to tease my petty flower buds-

“… … This, this, what!”

crazy!

In the end, I had to listen to the shameful dark history of a woman named Cecil, who should not have entered.

“Eh, eh, this never happened when I was raising Erman… Gaak!”

Lionelta almost fell to the floor while shouting, forgetting that she was even flying in the midst of a manly novel that made her white face turn red.

Cecil’s secret self-written novel was too provocative to her, who was still an innocent virgin despite having a grown child.

And that wasn’t the only problem. It was simply listening to the content of a manly novel, and it was something that I had to pass on with anger once or twice.

The real terrifying problem was what happened next.

“… … ok. I was just trying to have fun for a little while and then I saw blood. After my job is over, I’ll have to catch that girl Cecil one day and educate her… yes?”

Lionelta, who had been writhing in the air while grabbing her temples due to a sudden mental attack that was close to a surprise, suddenly bowed her head and looked back at the strange sensation she felt near my buttocks.

—Julius. I love you ♡

“This… … doll? Since when on earth did this depend on my tail?”

All of a sudden, Lionelta muttered softly as he removed the ‘doll’ resembling Cecil that had been attached to his ass so naturally that it was hard to tell when it had been there.

“Did you put it on from the beginning? That damn bitch. What the hell are you putting on an angel’s body?”

Lionelta frowned as she carefully ripped open the doll believed to have been Cecil’s work. The doll in her hand was a two-headed doll with a large head like the ‘Mini Julius’ that Cecil once showed off, but in appearance, it resembled her so clearly that it was made with Cecil’s motif.

It’s a bonus that Cecil perfectly embodies the clothes that Cecil likes to wear on a daily basis. When I pressed the area near my navel, I heard Cecil’s clear voice that made me angry just by hearing it.

—Julius. I love you ♡

“Everything you do is really useless. what is this? Do you want to pretend that you’re cute just because you’re a woman?”

—Julius. I love you ♡

“… … But how long are you doing this? Where the hell is the turn off button?

—Julius. You can’t cheat ♡

“… … ?”

I didn’t do anything. The ambassador has changed.

After squeezing her navel, Lionelta, who had been looking at Mini Cecil continuously spitting out the same lines, felt something ominous at the sudden change of Mini Cecil’s lines.

“… … what? Is it an illusion?”

—Julius. You can’t cheat ♡

“… … .”

—Julius. You can’t cheat ♡

“… … ha. what else do i say Was it written in two types of lines? So, you choose to do things that make you feel bad.”

—Julius… … .

“Again, at least I’m like, ‘You can’t have an affair♡’. Or ‘I love you ♡’ It’s really disgusting. I will surely become a stumbling block in your life someday—”

─… … Why does my shirt smell like sh*t?

“… … uh?”

—Julius. no. You mustn’t cheat. If you cheat, what did I say?

“What is this? How do you turn this off? urg! urg! what! Why doesn’t this come off my hand!?”

By the time I felt ominous, it was already irreversibly late.

Little Cecil, who suddenly began to spit out eerie voices and eerie lines, was late, but Lionelta was about to throw it away.

However, no matter what the hell he did to the doll, the mini Cecil stuck to Lionelta’s hand and had no intention of detaching it.

Even if you try to burn it with sparks or cast magic to teleport you, there is no answer.

Lionelta lost her composure at the sight of Mini Cecil, a cursed doll that would appear in any horror novel.

“no way! Cecil that girl. Did you even betray? What the hell was wrong with me for giving me such a disgusting thing!”

– We’ll die together. You strangle me, and I strangle you.

“If you are going to die, die alone! I mean, I don’t want to die! In the first place, Julius didn’t cheat-“

-I can’t even imagine.

“… … ?”

-I can’t even imagine. Even in my imagination, I should be the only bride for Julius.

“no way. no way.”

Only then did Lionelta realize.

The reason why the mini Cecil, which had been so quiet that I didn’t even know it was attached to my body, suddenly started working at this point.

Why are you acting like a cursed doll like this?

“I was just imagining, did you even do this?”

—Julius. Die with me♡

“What kind of ♡ is ♡? this crazy! You said you didn’t even know what family law was!”

—Of course you know.

“A bitch who knew that would do this crazy thing!”

—A family in which Julius and I are not connected is just terrifying. You have to erase them all and get rid of them. I have to kill you!

beep- beep-

“… … I underestimated you.”

A woman named Cecil seemed to have a jealousy that far exceeded the imagination of an angel named Lionelta.

Hopefully, Julius and other women just imagined getting married and trying to blow up people or even angels. Now, without uttering even the most obscene lines, Lionelta slowly and unambiguously opened her mouth as she looked at the mini Cecil that sounded like an alarm clock.

“To be honest. I thought you were just a shogi horse from Arnhill.”

beep- beep-

“By the way, no. That was my mistake. You were a stronger woman than I thought, and more than Arnhill thought.”

beep- beep-

“Julius, too, must have fallen in love with you. Why did he choose you, now it seems you know a little bit.”

beep♡ beep♡

“So, wash up. my precious family Finally, can you listen to me?”

beep-

“… … I was wrong, please fix this please!”

─I hate it.

Beep beep beep–!

“Cecil, you f*cking bitch!”

The flattery and begging of a half-horse who threw away even her pride, unfortunately, could not shake Mini Cecil’s heart.

—Julius!

You can’t cheat ♡

───aa

“Gaah!”

In the end, she paid the price for her hard chewing on Cecil so far. It means being shot down in the air. It was also very simply roasted to a golden brown.

Apparently, the Mini Cecil was a bomb with very good performance.

—Julius. I love you ♡

The most creepy thing about this was that Lionelta, caught in the explosion, was plummeting to the ground while being roasted, but the bomb that caused the explosion was floating in the air in an extremely intact state.

─I love you♡

… … As Lionelta said, it was a really creepy doll.

And Cecil, the main version and main body of this creepy doll, was a woman who couldn’t have been more than enough.

It seems that the blade of fate that Arnhill chose to kill Julius was more dangerous than Arnhill thought. Enough to cut down my master holding the hilt.

‘really. that crazy bitch That’s why I hate you.’

At least, Lionelta, who had been shot down by Mini Cecil and had been roasted to a golden color, thought so. And Lionelta’s thoughts like that would usually fit like a rock.

That being said, Lionelta was also incredibly clever.

No matter how much you dislike or dislike it, your family is still the same.

Even if blood is not connected.