Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Honey flower anniversary.

It was one anniversary that was born as a day to make sure people were connected, as bees and flowers met. Thank the father who labors the mothers he takes care of from day to day, powder himself for life, and rejoice in bonding with the friends he has supported so far.

This anniversary began with the teaching of the Patriarchal cleric Cross Clois to take care of his neighbor.

It is a day when some anecdotes are still being told in the Church and a soothing feast is being held with family members and friends.

Yes, in the Patriarchate.

Five countries that existed in this world, where there was a lot of interaction before. The teaching of the Patriarchate had spread through travellers and pedestrians, while Kurnaeanism had spread as a global religion for a time. Included among them was the honey flower anniversary.

Time flied.

At a time when the militarization of empires has progressed, crusades have been born, many wars have taken place, great cracks have been created in the midst of nations, demon armies have raided and various things have happened.

The name of the Honeyflower Anniversary preceded it, and only when in each country had that anniversary undergone its own evolution. Among other things, the Empire interpreted it as an anniversary of encouraging men and women to get along from the keywords honey and flowers, and encounter, and developed as a culture of women giving honey candy to their intended counterparts.

And since the production of more cocoa and honey, and the production of munitions portable food called crispy chocolate combined with magic vegetables, cocoa and honey.

From there, chocolate was born as an inexpensive version of food that had been removed from the vegetables, so that the day a woman gave chocolate to the person she wanted was recognized as the anniversary of honey flowers.

Well. There is one giant organization in a settled empire of such a culture that has replaced the military. The name is also Imperial College, a powerful organization that is putting pressure on nations as guardians of this country. Among other things, when it comes to the Magic Commander of Book and Mausoleum, he has a single army (one-man army) that fights against the Magic Regiment and fights more than reciprocity, and his strength is one of the best in Imperial College.

Honey Flower Anniversary was undergoing an even more unique evolution within the Empire.

That is, "the day the Commander of Magic must not kill a man."

Speaking of what that means.

"Every year, on the anniversary of the nectar blossom, we'll be back to back with you."

"Why are the proud officials of Book Mausoleum trying to kill us this day with their eyes running blood? No, well, yeah. Don't say anything..."

A pile of people who fold up as if they were really dead.

In the courtyard inside the Imperial College, a young man stood on their backs.

Surrounding the perimeter are officials from the Book and Mausoleum who are usually supposed to be allies. Everyone pulls out their own weapons as if they were all obsessed and leaps to them both.

"A handsome man dies. Yep, yep!!

"Kill him. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"The Commander of the Devil is not what he is. Coraaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The officials strike the two centers with teamwork with no gaps in dimensions, jumping and filling the left and right as if in all directions up and down. The reason for this is that "good-looking people die" is unreasonable. The point is, it seems he's dying because his face is neat... and one of the youngsters - Grindle Grifskale - recently found out.

"Mostly, it's a day to take care of your friends, isn't it? Why do you harm us, friends and bosses?"

Waving his gloved fist, Grindle said so foolishly. Many of the people surrounding them are men who are direct reports of Grindle. There are both young and magnificent, but the common denominator was that they are single men.

"That's the original doctrine of the Patriarchate, and it doesn't matter to us who live now! Yeah, I'm seriously gonna fucking kill you already, motherfucker!!

That's what I told him to cleverly use the Grand Slave pattern and throw away another young man - Digirre McLain - as he stunned the staff one after another.

Yes, it was this first seat of the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Supervisor, or their leader, that the Magic Supervisor set as the day on which men should not be killed, and the reason for this was because the men would be attacked by the Magic Supervisor. Mostly with jealousy and envy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Can't you win with force or charm!!

"I'm glad to hear I'm popular with my men... but I don't know if it's true when I see this."

"The tenth seat will be popular with female staff!! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Oh, right. I got a lot of chocolate today and I don't know what to do... oh, shall I eat with you for a bit? That might deepen your bond with us."

"Die!! Die!! Really Die Seat 10!!

"Why!!

Grindle asks them the same question as he came up with the name, throwing the staff over and over again. But he doesn't know it's just an act of oiling fire.

"You... are better than I thought."

"Am I wrong? I'm worried about my future work relationship."

"I'm worried about your common sense."

While pinching a light conversation, the officials gush out one after the other as if they were zombies. The number of human beings serving in the Imperial College is very high, so maybe that's something we can't help but do.

"Why! If the number of chocolates I got is enough to distribute it to all of you here! You don't have to worry about anything! Eat with me, bond with me."

"That word is too much of a knife to break a bond already, but hey, seat ten. Yikes!!

"Why!!

Incidentally, the number of staff on this scene was slightly over five hundred.

"I'm about to walk over! How come everyone doesn't understand!

"I don't know what you're talking about. You can't do it inside."

"Do you understand, Fifth Seat!?

"Better than you!!

Digirre says as he cuts off officials who have been attacked with a sword pattern as if they were home rambats.

Apparently the word was a surprise to Grindle, and he shouted with his eyes round.

"Is that true!! Tell me!! Why am I under attack that should be popular with my men!!

"Let's... That's it for now. And remember what the Yatano guy told you to do with it."

"Ah, oh. I'm outnumbered by the fifth seat."

"Not there. Die."

Bhun!

"That's dangerous!! Why are you holding my back with a machete... and targeting me with a blade!!

"I know it's decided because I'm purely annoyed, but shit!!

Even while we're having a crappy conversation, the attacks by officials will not stop. As they snubbed their onslaught, they lay their words short.

But it was that the pure strength of the Commander of Magic could be glimpsed around the fact that only two people could remain in the book mausoleum, a professional in battle.

"Oh, and then, yes. I'm stylish, I have a good face! That's what he said!

"Oh, well, it's good to know, but I think we've got ten more officers after you in our current language."

"Why!!

I'm not convinced, with a complicated look on my face in the wind I said, Grindle continues to grind at officials without a heart or while I doubt the part where I don't feel the blade's aim has shifted from head to steep.

"So, that's all for them, yeah!!

"Oh well... So you're saying the fifth seat is stylish and facetious too!

"Well, it would be for them!

Digirre looked around as she pounded her heart out about how long she'd been attacking me without giving up. Many officials have still pulled out their weapons and are about to attack. Obviously there are more people. It's as if all the single men in the academy are gathered in this place. By the time it was unnatural to go around, this place was surrounded by flames of jealousy.

"I see, is it irrelevant to the condition that your face is in order that your forehead is retreating!

"Temee, you've been thinking about something I've been staring at a lot lately. Shit!! I'm not retreating. I'm just making it all-back!!

"I think I'm going to run out of back-o-ries."

"It won't go away. Die!!

"So I'm telling you the blade is dangerous!?

There's nothing I can do about this fucking coworker.

Though poisoned, Digire can't rest his hands. Officials threw needles at Grindle with a flash of gaps in his attempt to launch an attack. I feel the fullness of these men again as they play dangerously.

Why are you doing this so far?

No, I knew that besides jealousy, there were so many other reasons to challenge the Commander of Magic to battle like this. It's rude all day. Officials under a variety of stresses can feel comfortable being blown away even if they know they won't be enemies. This is a good opportunity to enjoy Chamberlain purely without fear of death.

That's why Digire also comes out of his way with chocolate in the courtyard, dealing with officials.

Nevertheless, there are many of them, no matter how much.

Officials who are more than five times the average year. If you look at my face, there are obviously many people in the war who don't usually participate. The discomfort you have noticed once can never be wiped, sharpening your focus just as much earlier.

"Right. I didn't think the monocle was good, but is it in order?"

"You didn't think it was a good idea!! That's an extra favor. Shit!!

"But it's good because there are verses that feature monocles, because I don't have them. Just..."

"Just what?"

A fist-waving grindle began to use the white sphere to see if it was gradually becoming a hassle. The unpredictable continuation of words, Digire turns his attention to Grindle for a moment.

"Just don't you think at some point the monocle is the main body?

"I don't know why. What's the expansion?

A machete, who had inadvertently gained momentum, struck one of the officials forcefully. At that moment, if it was in an official's pocket, Shishi Paper would dance.

My eyes stained with anger in an instant trying to get rid of it blocking my vision.

That was a single flyer.

It's deformed and painted around the center, although I'm a lot angry that a girl I've seen somewhere is just winking her tongue out. More than that, there can be no complaints written at the top of the flyer.

"I'll give chocolate to anyone who puts a shot in a digillette or grindle "

I see.

Right, Temeye again?

Is it Temeer's fault again?

At the bottom, two blonde and blue-haired deformed mini characters float their dumb faces and shoulder each other, this is what the callout says.

"We're eating some delicious chocolate from the girls in the courtyard!

……

Kill.

Absolutely kill.

I seriously don't condone that fucking baba.

Grasp the flyer with all your might, and Digire can roar the familiar dialogue every time.

"Yaatano OOOOOOOOOO!!

The Imperial College is still at peace today.