Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Branded Wendell Plateau Nap Tour, Sten was passing Hannah Hannah Forest through his own residence and coming all the way to Wendell Plateau.

Hiiragi, who doesn't have very good memories for the plateau, says he spends the day alone once in a while. We hadn't heard where we went, but we only decided to go back to our residence at night with each other.

The Wendell Plateau, where the grass moulds, is refreshing.

This place, which I visited a long time ago, remains the same.

"Yeah, nice weather"

When one snorted satisfactorily, Sten lowered his ghost kill and fell asleep in the center of the plateau.

Just a plateau, close to the sky, and a delicious place with clear air.

Zari, and the feeling of your back stepping on the lawn.

Even with the leisure seat, Sten looked up at the sky next to the ghost killer, hoping he might have made it out of something.

The blue-white ratio is generally three to one.

The clouds are flowing fast and I don't think you'll ever get tired of just looking at them.

The blue wind that tickles the nostrils passes over the sten with the green scent of the lawn on it. Occasionally the leaves stirred by the wind dance in the sky, and that's lovely with the flair.

Seasonal and warm climate and sunshine that is unlikely to rain or anything else. The bright and pleasant sunlight was warming Sten's entire body.

"Uh... Occasionally... I wish..."

I don't remember doing things like having too much fun traveling and resting all day.

Long time no see, full vacation.

Throw your body out into the big letters, and ghost killers are around.

Much less alert, but Sten didn't seem to be paying attention around either. When you die, you die, you don't reopen it. I simply don't have enough attention.

He might have been killed with it back in the day, but now he's a strong man full of it.

Neither does the Warcraft even approach you frightened if you feel the signs of this man.

Morning sunlight and warm winds.

An excellent day to nap, with a touch of sawdust and grass punching your ears.

There was no way that Sten, who loved something called flair, wouldn't sleep with this.

"Good night, world"

Speaking an untranslatable word, Sten slowly closed his eyes as he grew large.

I think Mamori is a wonderful thing.

This is a very subtle narrow space where consciousness does not awaken. The only reason I can stay is because I feel so good where I am right now.

Is that why you think from the bottom of your heart that it's great to be able to stay in the sun like this?

What is it?

Yes, even breathing feels good. Soft pleasure to spit out and push each time you inhale. I want to stay like this forever. This feeling is so smooth that it seems so.

I can even hear you sooooooo sleeping, as if assimilating to this world, so as to integrate with the greenery of this lawn, you say you will indulge in the indulgence of this space itself...

Hmm?

My consciousness is returning, but who's asleep?

Open your eyes softly. Fast-flowing clouds as always and the lukewarm winds that blow through. If you tilt your neck slowly, invited by that pleasant sleep you hear so often from your right ear.

... I was there.

My arm, my pillow, it's kind of round and sleeping like a half fetus.

Don't put your coat in place of your seat, that's the important guy in the library.

Bell hair decorations and distinctive golden hair.

The best man in the Imperial College, a longtime clientele there.

... looks like she's really just a girl.

After losing her blue-dyed kimono, her kimono comes in a wide variety of colors. A red belt in a yellow kimono today.

In front of me, this girl, who exposes her defenseless sleeping face, was the Empire's most powerful magical guide, Yatano Hussou Arklite.

He's the only one who can get to the pillow without me noticing.

While I still feel sorry for myself for not noticing Yatano's blockade of signs, no, while I excuse myself for not noticing because I'm not killin 'him.

Either way, there was no substitute for regret, so I decided to mess with that pleasant sleeping face.

Uri Uri.

If you stick it on, your plump young cheeks bounce my fingers with elasticity. Mmm, and Yatano frowned slightly uncomfortably, but that's why he didn't look like he was going to wake up.

... Ugh.

"Nhhhhhhhh.... Huh..."

I did a series of hits full of celebrities and I think I noticed. After scrubbing and rubbing her eyes, she slowly turned her pale eyes to this side and focused.

"Good morning. It's terrible to wake you up."

"No, leave it on your own pillow to figure out what to pluck"

"I don't realize. I'm sorry about Sten."

Where to for the virgin roundabout atmosphere until a few seconds ago.

That invincible grin that the beholder is likely to be overwhelmed by unspeakable intimidation if he sees it.

But what I'm saying is now completely, I'm just complaining about being interrupted for a nap.

"Mm...... ku. Ahhh."

Wake up, stretch. Besides, he yawns adorably, and then he looks at me while I'm asleep, Yatano, with a slightly made hipster.

"That was a pleasant nap. If you'd invited me, I'd have liked to come with you."

"Don't make me look like a girl with no shoulders. Don't look like a luster."

"Oh, I can't believe it."

You want me to go to Imperial College? Asshole. "

"As always, you won't stop putting it on me."

I get my upper body up, too, with Yatano behind me pointing his lips slightly and turning his protest eyes.

Was it just this afternoon? The day that illuminates around the top is a little dazzling in sight.

Twist and loosen the body that slept in a stiff place.

"Oh, oh... you slept well. But"

"It's a lovely holiday"

"Yatano, are you sure it's a holiday?

"hehe... what do you think"

"Get to work, motherfucker."

"Say something like digillette"

I was wondering if you knew about that bastard.

In fact, I still don't know what Yatano's work at the academy looks like, but since he's in a position, isn't he supposed to have the right kind of work?

"Speaking of which, Sten,"

"Am I?"

"I always use umbrellas. I wondered if the axe was bad either. Treat me, will you tell me?

"No, you can't have it."

"I want to use it once. If you can't have it, why don't you follow me?"

"Either you want me to tell you how to handle it, or you want to shake it once."

"If you insist, I want Sten to tell me."

"... Oh, yeah"

You're saying this is natural.

No, naturally. I don't know how old you are.

Are you making fun of me, or is it something else?

I don't care which way.

Stand up and bear the ghost killer.

I've known this guy a long time. I don't know how to get used to it. If I grip it, it already seems as good as my hands and feet.

"So, what do you want me to tell you?

"I'd like to shake it down or pay it off."

"Aye."

Turn the blade down and pass the pattern to Yatano.

I just saw her grip the way I said I was intrigued, and I let go of my hand.

"... Nku. It's heavy."

"You'd be surprised if they lifted you."

"You're messing with me, no more"

Desperately, Yatano tries to pull out a stabbed blade on the ground.

But it seems muscularly impossible and even difficult to lift.

Let me and I look desperate is adorable, but I stand behind Yatano because I think it's time for tears.

"Take it from above my hand"

"Yatano's hands are crushed."

"Mmm... you can't help it"

Grab the pattern with both hands from the outside she holds, in such a way as to cuddle every Yatano from behind. Slowly lifting it up, Yatano looked up at the axe somewhere for fun.

"This is the view that Sten always sees."

"Ma'am. The vision I gave you wasn't very good."

"That's the same as when I turned to the umbrella."

"... So, what do you want to do?

"I want to pretend."

Not really, I didn't want to talk about when Yatano pointed at the umbrella.

Yatano seems to have guessed, too, smiling to look at me behind him and mock himself.

"It's okay. I'm... okay."

"Oh well. Okay, let's go."

Make sure Yatano is grabbing the proper ghost killing pattern and shake it down loud. From there, cut it up. And horizontal giraffes. Reverse, spike. Big wheels, protruding, chopping, cutting, shaking down.

"Looks like you're swinging something heavy, it's fun"

"You can do it if you want to."

"It's impeccable, Sten. I've never done anything like this on my own."

"I'm still shaking it."

"Hehe...... so. It's my only power."

"... you know"

"Now, yes."

".................. right"

Something.

More than I thought, more than I thought.

No, it's not bad.

Not bad, but it's going to be tough.

"Sten."

"What the fuck?"

"It's fun, like this"

"Right."

"Yes."

For a while, I just relaxed and stuck with her smiling purely fun.

Not bad, it was a vacation.