Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Crain Farbnil is the Divine Son of Light.

The boy, who had lived as a farmer's son in one country of the southern part of the diocese, was to be raised as a trump card for the diocese, in anticipation of the constitution of the Divine Son of Light, who suddenly dwelt on himself two years and a little while earlier.

It was tough training, but I was proud to be able to protect my village, which I loved, and Crain and the boy. I was more than happy to feel responsible for the fact that I could be a great pillar in protecting my country as a godson of light.

I don't know how many times I've been blown away by a patriarchal magician, and it's not like I can count how many times I've been bounced off with bars by a crusader general (Crosslegion).

The bedroom given at the temple was large and the maids took care of it in a worthwhile way, but it was sometimes to Crain's heart that impotence could not be a force for war.

But he still didn't lose.

I admired the Divine Son of Light of the Patriarchate, who was one of the "five heroes".

Five warriors who once saved a world fallen into the darkness of deep despair.

Crain was proud of the fact that he was the successor to one of them. That is why we have worked hard to suppose that he was a "good" light godson, even if it did not extend to previous generations.

In fact, Crain's growth had something to keep an eye on.

Crain, who was originally a farmer's son and had been early preceded by his father, continued to work hard. Instead of consolidating my muscles in doing so, I swallow unusually fast because I was only thinking about stretching my body even in my father's teachings.

The talent of magic is also blessed, and the combination of bars and magic makes you think of a different kind of reliability than the style of the rear guard of the previous generation.

Admitted by the general and praised by the lead magician as the only thing left to do was drill, Crain remembers smiling lightly as he rubbed his nose.

That's how a boy named Crain Farbnil has spent two years building up as much effort as possible as a new pillar of the Patriarchate. The soil and spirit of the Patriarchate were well trained, and he grew up so personable that he could be described as perfect, except for one point.

Patriotic, devotional, unmistakable in strength, the Divine Son of Light who can think of people.

He has courage and skill, is a healthy family, physically and mentally healthy, and doesn't forget to thank him.

Because of him, there was hope, and he was elevated to a very reliable being in the patriarchal country supported by the four priests.

So I was able to stay calmer than I thought when I heard the news of the demon king's resurrection.

Through prayer for the goddess Krunair, the ritual begged for the divine.

The announcement of God who descended was, "Support and believe the divine Son of Light".

Forgive the hasty priests, but now Crain will go to the ceremonial venue and hear the announcement, "Travel through the nations with the companions you have identified yourself. If you do, we'll clear our way. '

Crain chewed the word once and nodded to the shrine to embark on a journey.

Because the absence of the Divine Son of Light could not be known to other nations, Crain was set to embark on a journey amid the drop-off of only a handful of human beings, such as clerics, generals, and magicians.

And Crain, who traveled in various places, was now returning to the Patriarchate a few months later. The reason was that it had not much to do with the Patriarchate, and it was caused by one of its companions, Harna of Priest, who said she wanted to go after one girl.

A girl named Justa met in the flower city of Komamoi, a corner of a major city in the Principality.

Harna, who probably violated the Adventurer's Statute and said she wanted to help her, who was being chased by the Principality. Lyudius, the girl named Justa, whose word "republican salvation" was hooked, also agrees to go after him before the helpers.

Immediately after the first objective has been achieved, the immediate purpose has ceased to exist. Crain himself was supposed to go after a girl named Justa on the grounds that he had somewhat of a republican internal affair.

It was in the form of a phrase that went on about losing sight of her in the Hannah Hannah Forest or being recessed by the Commander of Magic in the Imperial Capital, eventually chasing Justa back to his hometown.

That's why the cranes got on a boat and came all the way to the port of Nursaces...

"Yay! The earth!

"It's still the pier there, Harna."

"That's right!

A large wooden ship lays a tarap on the pier. Crain watched the shipmasters work down the Iridium, still slowly rocked by the waves.

Harna, who disembarked the ship with the most pleasure, waves at Crain with pleasure as she scolds her light peachy hair. Laughing and waving back from the boat, she also looked very happy.

"Uh heh heh! Uh, it's a seabird!

"Don't fall."

Ok -! Crain takes his hand off the edge of the ship to get off the ship himself, feeling something smiling at Harna screaming back.

Yeah, I can see it. Harna has the most guts. She was the only one who could move on when she encountered a monster before. Even if the danger was at stake in the Empire, she stood in front of it.

Lucius seemed a little concerned about that, but now.

But now, even if we encounter the "power" of that time, I think we can still fight for the three of us.

The Magic Commander. The other guy flirted with me, but that was my first look. Next time I had to lose, I thought so. Above all, looking at Ludius' recent workouts, I feel dependable.

"What's up, Crain? You're not coming down?

"Oh, Rudy. Well, maybe it's time to get out of the way."

"Oh."

A boy with a wild look, with red hair running down his back.

This is still the prince of the kingdom, and his strength as a knight is a swordsman who boasts of the top.

Lyudius Fossalena Grand Galea.

Ever since I met that "power," I keep waving my sword diligently. Recently, however, I thought it would be difficult for the sword alone to be any stronger, or Crain had coached me to start studying Patriarchal Law.

If this allows Ludius to wear the Enchant, he will have a tremendous avant-garde: a swordsman using physical enhancement.

That was also gratifying as a party and, above all, Lyudius himself was quite concerned.

"It's good to have crossed the ocean... Now, where are you?"

"Is there any reason to come to the Patriarchate for the purpose of the salvation of the Republic?

"I'm curious to hear about the republican bailout in the first place."

"... You said it, Rudy. Even though the Empire drank the Republic, it didn't treat the territory of the Old Republic badly."

"The man from the former Republic, who headed as ambassador six months ago, seemed to have a decent life. Maybe there's a vendetta for her, but I'm honest, I'm wondering if there's something behind it."

"You said salvation, not vengeance.... but you're only ten years old, right? Maybe that's what you really think."

"Doesn't it seem imprinted in itself that a ten-year-old kid is using the word" salvation "?

"... is that what this is about?

There were also many places where Ludius could nod in his opinion. But the thought of maybe overthinking and the thought of not wanting you to be purely deceived might have gotten in the way.

Around that time, realistic Ludius' opinions always gave Crain the power to look directly at things in front of him.

"But fact-checking around doesn't even begin to see her. In the middle of the journey, but Crain's never missed his mind. Let's crush each and every purpose."

"Thank you, Lyudi"

Raise concerns.

Hopefully she was straight and not twisted, Crain turned forward again. The sea breeze strokes my cheeks.

"What are you doing? Put it down! Hino!

"Okay, I'll be right there!

Harna shouts out at Crain and Lyudius, who never leave the ship. But that's more like a teasing voice than an angry one. Evidence showed that she was having fun.

"Well, let's go, Crain. Hi, I'm also concerned that I haven't seen the movements of the Demon King's Army lately. I'm new to the Patriarchate, and Crain will be the first to know the key exists before he puts on his feet. Maybe we can get a new key to follow this red and orange here"

"Oh, right. I'm worried about a kid named Justa, but we have to be strong about ourselves."

"That's how it goes."

Pong, and Ludius, who slapped his back, descends the talap first.

I was grateful for the presence of one of my best friends on the other hand who gave me the strength to breathe like this, even though I blurted out.

"... don't you need to feel alone"

Here, to tell the truth, Crain hasn't been able to get much sleep lately.

Of course it also meant that Lyudius woke me up in the morning to get me per workout, or that Harna wouldn't think about her own growth, but it was because she was carrying a lot more troubles than that.

That's also why I couldn't agree immediately with the fact that I'm going after a girl named Justa.

Unable to get a clue since then Demon King Army. A journey where the strong stand one after the other, whether they grow or not. The heavy pressure in the name of the expectations put forward. And they all lead to anxiety about themselves.

I wonder if I really am a man capable of killing the Demon King.

The suspicions that arose once I got down were not easy to shake off, so much so that the pain that bound my chest ran. But still, the only way forward, I wanted to move on, was because of Harna, who strives innocently, and Lyudius, who drills desperately next door to reach heights.

"Well, what do we do"

"Why don't you just go to the tavern and gather some information? I'm hungry."

"Right, I also thought about taking the inn... oh, and then I'll take the inn first, so will you two go to the tavern first?

Waiting for Crain, who finally stepped down to the pier, the three of them began walking towards the harbor.

From time to time, you can reach the heart of the port of Nassaeth by diving through large gates made of stone, rubbing against crusaders and sailors carrying loads.

The main thriving shopping district is still seafood.

"Yasuiyo, yasuiyo!"

"Illasher Saidzo!"

"Soconony chancin senna kai al yo!"

The cranes advance the conversation, blocked by the voice of a call that unfolds too quickly.

The suggestion to take a different course of action once was accepted.

"Whoa, then you're going first with Rudy. I'll get my seat, sooner!

"This heat. It might be crowded, but don't get lost, okay?

"Ha, I'm not a kid, so I'm fine. I'll see you later."

Ludius, who raised his hand gently, and Harna, who waved his arm a few times, laughed before Crain stepped into the mess alone.

Main Street in the port of Nursaces, where both sides are filled by dewstores covered with colorful cloths. The unique feeling returned by the cobblestone taught me that it had returned to the Patriarchate.

The cobblestones that fill the pavement are mostly foot and hip-friendly maintained by Crusader (Cross Legion) spells. The cobblestone that feels it being carefully practiced in a patriarchal country that glorifies love for its neighbors warms Crain's heart.

"Hey brother!... That's a face I've seen somewhere. Well, no, I'll keep it cheap, okay?

"Haha, then one tail of baked"

"Sailfish or pyrania wet, which is better?

"Give me a break, with sailfish"

"Ha ha, it's a joke"

Crain receives a grilled fish skewer with a bitter laugh, voiced by a joyful, magnificent shopkeeper. By the way, Pyrania wet is usually a sea warcraft, not crusty and very edible. Naturally, I didn't even put it in the store.

There was also a real sense that these tearful parts of the shopkeeper were unique to the Patriarchate.

Coming to the port of Nursaces is the second time I've had it since I was a child.

Warcraft around here was strong there, and I didn't remember Crain being the kind of opponent I could fight who wasn't even a godson of light.

But what about now?

It's a little fear that lingers, but I'm sure if I had a grown self and company now, I could fight, that's what I felt confident about.

"It seems like you two are in a bright shade."

While roaming the roasted fish, I think.

I stand supported by my people.

Warcraft around here will be fine now. I smiled unwittingly at myself that seemed so.

I don't know if I can beat the Demon King, I guess I've grown before, even though I've always thought of it that way.

Through the shopping district, you enter a residential neighborhood with an unusual atmosphere.

It's a fine section of the alley, a prominent building made of red bricks.

Inns and weapons armor stores should have been around here.

Crain looked around with Kyolokiolo as the building stood about four stories tall.

Then find the letter "INN" on one door and unwittingly break your expression.

The inn in this town is a completely separate building from the tavern. Sometimes we have towns together, but Crain remembers them well. I slowly opened the closed wooden door, feeling nostalgic for the inn I stayed in as a child.

"Hello -"

I opened the door with a gentle greeting, and there was about a dozen four-man tables in the wide store there. There's no one at the reception in front of me. It only sounds like a call bell on the door, Chi Chi Chi.

When I ran my gaze into the store tilting my neck to see if anyone was there, there were two shadows of people in the corner in the back right corner. One of us wears a triangular scarf on his head, a girl with an apron-like atmosphere of service. I thought he was probably from the store, and when I tried to speak up, I looked back as if I noticed him from the other side.

"Ah, welcome -!

"Excuse me, I'd like to get two rooms."

"Oh, it's okay. Yo! Just this time of year we have so many customers, brother, it's a nice time!

"That's good"

The girl slips her body into the counter that was next to Crain's right and fills out something with a feather pen with exposures to something like a ledge. Crain, who is probably as old as Harna, with the old man's thoughts about being firm, etc., but I'm sure any girl will be firm compared to Harna.

"What will you do with your meal?

"Twice at night and in the morning, please"

"Aye, thank you - thank you! Three people, uh... 1,800 gards with meals. I'll have an advance of 1000 gards first."

"Yes."

When I gave him the silver coin, he handed me two keys.

"It's the second room in the back of the third floor. I don't care how long you're here. I'm going to call for dinner at night. If you weren't here, you'd be out."

"Eh."

"It's a lie. It gets a little chilly, but it does."

"Ah, ha."

Crain laughed bitterly as she learned how difficult it was to do to the girl who gave her tongue. Many people in the Patriarchate, especially those involved in business, really liked jokes.

"Well, I look forward to seeing you up to three!

"Yes."

The girl who bows her head and then puts it in the back again. I honestly could have left for the tavern once, but I remembered she was there earlier, and I looked at the other person in the store without any concern.

Then there was a young man sitting on his back.

"... eh"

Unexpectedly Crain breathed.

That smells like a mighty man. He pushes tremendous pressure into himself, creating a tattooed style. I can see the lengths that were put up are used up quite a bit, and it was a strange thing that I felt like it was a magic item but not a magic item.

"Um, I'm in trouble."

"... no, I'm just impudent"

"I don't... that was someone earlier"

"Ah, guys."

It had naturally taken me to the back.

I want to be strong. I can't deny that thought was ahead of me. If we can learn something from the strong, maybe we can get to higher altitudes. That's the kind of rush I had.

Warriors, who were not supposed to meet, are slowly set in motion by crazy gear.

A young man who would never have visited this place without even a demon ghost, and a boy who made him seek more strength because he met a demon ghost. What will those two encounters bring?

"Uh, what are you doing?

"This guy, Mr. Digirre, says I have to make a human copybook, but I can't paint it."

"Oh, no. No, it's not that I can't draw. This way, does the brush not work well, or does it go in a weird direction? Do you think there will be more lines that you don't need? Dessan from the research materials was also throwing a round at a good man, I'm sure. Yes, I used to be able to draw too."

On the table, a piece of paper.

Before peeking into it, Crain puts his hand on his chin and thinks.

A young man who speaks of what an excuse is. I don't think he's a very strong man, but no doubt he was hiding his powers.

Crain has one thing to say if it's a painting. If I could lend him one, he thought it would be okay to talk a little stepped in.

"… Picture, is it"

"... uh...?

"Oh, I'm Rayne."

Introduce yourself again to the girl at work. You must not find out that you are a godson of light within the Church. Not a very good pseudonym, but I guess you don't think the Divine Son of Light is leaving the capital to be here like this. The girl nodded and smiled.

"Rain, huh? Can you paint?

"I used to draw if it was a landscape painting. And quite a few."

"Right. Well, I'm sorry, but can you ask me to write a copy?"

"I hope you'll let me do it once"

An intelligent young man with a monocle on his all-back. I bowed my head gently and nodded at him for offering paper, and Crain took it and froze.

"I don't know, this. It just looks like my arms are growing from O"

"... sorry"

"What is this?"

"It's a demon. Demon ghost featuring long black hair and twisted horns, wearing waste to herd blue dressing"

"I thought you were a bearded radish. Hmm? Dressed demon ghost......?

Leaving a digillette to be struck by the word bearded radish, Crain took the feather pen that was on the spot.

"I don't think so..."

Crain shrugs and fishes a corner of his memory as he moves his brush sarcastically.

A few minutes later, I said, letting Digire see what I wrote up.

"Isn't he like this?

"This is the guy, oh, oh, oh, my god, that fucking demon ghost. Good, good, good, good!!

"Hey, hey!?

Crain floats his blues just fine and can't keep up with the screaming Digire.

But the thought still arouses me.

Because the ghost demons depicted on the paper were the very "power" Crain met in the Alphan Mountains.

The prophecy comes back then.

A clue to the Demon King, and "power".

Were the words of the monarch of divination, which he said separately, perhaps common? Isn't that "power" a clue to the Demon King itself?

Crain couldn't go back any further than that question had once come to mind.

"Mr. Digirre"

"I'm sorry, I messed up. Thank you. I'll pay for it, it's handheld, so it's not much."

"The reward is fine. Instead, I'd like two favors."

"Hmm?"

I fastened the digillet trying to take the wipes out of my nose, Crain said.

"Let me hear about that demon ghost. And if so, can you tell me the long stuff?"

That serious look changes the color of Digire's eyes.

No one knew in what direction this encounter would lead the "story" at this time.