My Wife Is Actually the Leader of the Demonic Cult

One bears supreme fortune but keeps a low profile, while the other inherits the legacies of generations past yet is content to play the part of a refined young lady.

My husband has exquisite technique, a kind heart, and the earnest charm of a man who makes flowers bloom wherever he goes.

My wife is gentle, virtuous, and understanding, a lovely woman everyone adores.

They live in perfect harmony, a fine couple hidden away from the world.

Until...

On the wooden cliff, the moon hangs like a hook, and a long sword cuts through the still night sky.

Husband, how are you a peerless Sacred Body?

Wife, you're actually the leader of the Demon Cult?