My Wife is the Devil

A warm, sunny day—perfect for going out to play.  Priestess Emily, the church’s top priestess, wandered through a maze-like alley, accompanied by two heretic inquisitors. “Where on earth is it? We’ve been spinning in circles for hours already!” “Even if you ask us…” After glaring for a moment at the useless human scratching the back […]

The tavern, The Woman in the Wheat Field, was noisier than usual.  The topic of discussion among the villagers gathered there was undoubtedly the story of Julius and his beautiful wife, who had returned home after ten years.  Priestess Emily, now the only priestess in the village, was kicking a brick in the alley in

“…Did he k!ll all the heretics?” Inside a bar with a chillier atmosphere than the cold winter air, only steaming, delicious food and broken drinking glasses lay around.  It was a bizarre scene where the people inside suddenly seemed to have evaporated. The gray-haired man spoke. “Yes, it looks like everyone here has been punished.”

“Ah! Here, honey! Come and help me carry my luggage!”   Julius walked with long strides and lifted the bags.  Cecil, who had told Rosa that she would meet her in the evening, was behaving wildly, circling next to Julius while holding a pure white dress.   “I heard there will be a rather grand celebration at

Every time you exhaled, white breath puffed from your mouth.   A gray-haired man, wearing a black mourning suit with his bangs neatly slicked back, walked down an alley.  The bricks, once painted white, were now covered in black and yellow dirt, and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes stung the air.   Normally, the ugly back

Something scooped up in a ladle was placed on a plate.  Julius hesitantly pulled out his chair and sat down at the table, swallowing dry saliva.  A plate was carefully placed in front of him, and soon Cecile, who had scooped up her share, motioned for him to eat it quickly. The mouth of the