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.

He's been on a journey like that for a while. The view of the Church country, which I haven't visited in a long time, had taught Crain to "come back" without being too different from before.

A unique, warm climate in the southern part of the First Continent.

With that, all the trees rooted in the streets are nostalgic.

Occasionally, the warcraft of Trento descent gushes and the noise can also be described as the unique landscape of the Patriarchate on the road.

Though.

For Crain now, those were extra irrelevant.

"Hey, Crain."

……

"Crane!

"Ugh!?

In a hasty reaction to a voice containing some anger, Crain moves his gaze with reflexes.

The peach-haired girl with her cheeks swollen just saying "I'm angry right now" was crowned with her hands on her hips if her ears turned to the right as they received the sound.

looked around at me all the time and seemed to have arrived in the city of Thunt at some point. I remember as far as entering the mountain road, but apparently I arrived as far as Thunt while I was thinking about it all.

The only one nearby is Harna, "Condition Anomaly: Anger".

Seeing where Ludius is not on this occasion, he probably went to pick up the inn. Last time Crain went at the port of Nursaces, it was certainly Lyudius' turn next.

"Hey, you okay? I'm so confused."

"Oh, oh."

From earlier pungency, Harna hits and changes and looks up at Crain worryingly. The same is true of being in the profession of Priest, but I still know that Crain cares about me in this way because of her personality kindness.

But the truth is, Crain wasn't there.

What I recall is what happened in the port of Nursaces.

A young man - Digire - who says he's traveling after "Demon Ghost Sten". I didn't know where he came from, but I could hear he was an overwhelming strong man anyway.

If so, I wanted to teach you about the existence of a demon ghost named Sten and the treatment of long objects.

Digirre told me about the demon ghost Sten. Demons wandering the world to collect dangerous things called "pieces of beads". You think Digire just attacked the place in the fold where he was studying "pieces of beads," or that he has a big grudge against Sten for destroying various important buildings? He doesn't like the Demons any more than that, but he hasn't heard the details.

And the handling of long objects. Crain, who fights using bars and magic, is basically in a position to fight at medium range. But unlike Harna and Lyudius, he was a little halfway through his role, and he thought that he would be in the way of the battle ahead.

There, a strong man who seems to handle long objects.

In response to Crain's suggestion that he wanted to beg for teaching, Digirre looked at Crain from head to toe before saying:

'... what do you want to happen?

'Huh?'

'From what I've seen, the foundation is solid. I guess the teacher was good. The trunk can also be done. It's not enough muscle strength, but if you work out excessively, it's more of an obstacle to growth at your age. Therefore, I can only point out physical training and flexibility. But "

"But...?

'I made that suggestion to me because I wasn't satisfied with it. Is that because I'm not satisfied with the status quo? Then you must first decide how strong you want to be. "

"No, but if the technology of long objects improves,"

"This weapon we deal with has many fighting styles, unlike straight swords and bows. If you want to be extreme, if you want to be strong, human beings don't have enough time unless you narrow it down to one of them '

'... is that right? of style, establishing……'

Rain, are you traveling alone?

"No, get Braver up and running with your buddies"

'Then we should give top priority to what those people can't do. The most necessary way to wield power. If you find that, then... no, maybe you won't need my guidance at that time. If Rayne wants to hear about me again, come back. "

'Oh, thank you......!

He was a very kind man.

I suddenly screamed at the painting and found out how much resentment I have for that demon ghost Sten. Subtracting that, Crain seemed like a great guy.

That's enough to make me so sorry to name a pseudonym.

But the challenge of "establishing one's own style" was greater than that.

The bar technique, forged as the Divine Son of Light in the Patriarchate, was a force as an all-rounder of so-called magic ariki. But now I have company.

Lyudius, who was better as an avant-garde than himself, and Harna, who was better as an avant-garde than himself.

In the form of being pinched by those two, I couldn't find a job that only I could do.

So at least make the long stuff stronger. That's what I thought, but Digirre said it was first to establish the style of bar technique.

Establishment of the style of bar technique. Myself as working party-by-party, not alone.

The more I think about it, the less I know.

I want to be strong. But it doesn't make sense where I did it.

When I did that, I didn't know what to do with the thought just going around.

What style should I build with bars?

How can we put ourselves in an essential position for the party?

When I was worried about that, I was stunned.

"So, I'm sorry, what is it?"

"Also. That's why I told you to show me around because I'm new to Thunt!

"Where's Rudy?

"Rudy rendezvous at the tavern in the evening! You said that earlier!

"Was I? Sorry.... ok, let me show you Thunt"

"Yeah!"

Crain scratched his cheek while honestly feeling sorry for what was causing Harna to worry. For Crain, too, it's a long time ago. That's what I've been doing since childhood.

Built halfway between the mountains and the mountains, the city was originally a small settlement, apparently.

But the Church began to function as a guardian within its strength, and since then, it has continued to be renovated more and more as a fortified city.

As much as I actually feel the city is spreading even further than when Crain came before.

A little boneless, white wall that would have been made by burning dirt. There were many square buildings throughout the city, most of which had arrowheads and other means of defence.

Many Crusaders (Crossleggions) are stationed so that they can prepare for battle up to the civilian house and be reclaimed immediately if the port of Nassasseth is dropped.

Because it was such a city, it had a good range of weapons and protective equipment, and had plans to replace it if there was anything better later.

"Toont's got a lot of blacksmiths, right? Kind of like a lot!

"Oh, shall we go to Main Street, then?"

Just the middle belly of the mountain, and lots of clay and iron excavation. Another reason why this toont is suitable for defense was that we can afford to produce weapons.

Of course, in addition to weapons, accessories, crafts, etc. are sold, so it must be something cool and fun in the outdoor store. Now that I can't grasp Justa's trends, I wasn't planning on gathering information in Thunt for a while.

Crain thought it might be a good idea to listen to all of them while shopping.

"Ouch! Oh, my God!

"You can't add too many accessories."

"Eh. No worries if you're ready, Crain! I don't know when or where to meet any enemies, so I've never had an accessory!

"Still, buying a whole lot more expensive than protective equipment is a bit..."

I can't hide the excitement, Harna said, going all over the city. Crain rushes to chase him, saying he must not stray inside this city, which also has many people.

And that was the time.

"Is that it?"

Even in a crowded setting, there is a noticeable presence.

There are a lot of things that you can tell by the pressure or by the senses, but the most immediate thing you notice is still what comes from your sight.

If you lose one head and have a long figure in the street, you won't have to be Crane to turn your gaze once. Crain fluttered nearby in an attempt to speak to the intended person.

"Call me when you find it. Ask to be contacted. The reward is exactly what it says."

"... what are you doing, Mr. Digire?"

"Hmm? Oh, Rayne. A few days... well, you're in a toot."

Yeah, there's a lot going on.

Young man with all-back pale hair and intelligent monocle. I get a cold and sharp impression whenever I see it, but this is how you respond kindly, Mitsuhito. Being Crain, who had many older acquaintances originally, I was more or less aware of what he was like.

Kind to subordinates and younger people, and the type that doesn't condone them.

If he had a subordinate, he would be highly popular. Being like a reliable boss who can't help but be gentle and sweet. That was the image Crain had of a young man named Digire.

And it doesn't mean you're strong or wrong.

"So, what are you doing?

"Billa handouts. To find him. I took care of him then."

"No, welcome."

Shh, one flyer offered. There was a sketch of the demon ghost Sten previously written by Crain, along with the amount of reward for the discoverer and the signature of Digire McCrain. He's currently renting a room in Thunt, and he's got that address on it.

"The demon ghost Sten is near here too?

"There was a report from an old woman in the port of Nursace. According to that, there was a figure of a man like it and a demon clan of Nine Tails on the beach near the port of Nursaces. If so, it is my expectation that we have made our way to Thunt rather than to the port of Nassasseth."

"I see, that's for sure"

"Rain, by the way. I wish I had time."

"Oh, that's good. Half please."

"... good guess helps. I miss our researchers."

I get about half the flyers he has from Digire, who looked up into the air to immerse himself in something. If you have time, I wonder if you could help me distribute it.

And I noticed it when I received it.

"... that, Harna?

"Hmm? Were you with someone? You were already alone when you came to me."

"Wow, is that right! I'll look for you for a second! Oh, you will definitely finish distributing all of this!!

Shit, shit, crane turning herself in, saying so.

In response to him gently raising his hand, which he thanked as he left, Digirre groaned with a potpout on its back.

"... the Divine Son of Light, Crain Farbnil? Which way do you take…"

Harna and detached Crain have been searching Main Street for some time.

The accessory shop I set up was supposed to be dense around here, because I couldn't think of any other place Harna was likely to head to.

Maybe he went ahead to the liquor store where he sensed it was detached and decided as a meeting place.

After searching for crude Main Street, Crain decided to take the road to the tavern with such thoughts.

Due to the discipline I was walking around handing out to people on the road Billa I got from Digire, it's about time I lost all the flyers I received. I wonder if there are ten more.

The tavern is near the border with the residential area, a little further down Main Street. In this city, there's only one tavern that's not set up with an inn.

That's why it was a stadium for the soldiers, and I could tell them to bring it to gather information.

That's why I was walking down a road about the width of one carriage towards the liquor store. I found someone to look for.

No, when I say searcher, it's not Harna.

Another person who came all the way back to the Patriarchate just to go after that person.

I saw Justa for a moment.

Looks like he sensed this one over there, and he rushes away. That, too, goes to the back of the residential area. Crain ran out like he was bounced.

"Wait! We're not chasers!

"... what Braver...!

"Braver, but I'm not asking you to!

I knew I wasn't convincing myself.

Still, I couldn't go after her because I listened to her purpose.

"Redemption of the Republic."

I don't know what you're actually thinking. But that word that obviously only makes you smell blood. Crain also understands that there is something once glorious, patriotism thrust into motion.

But when it comes to republican territory since it was swallowed up by the empire, it is not. And she violated the statutes of the Principality.

Speaking of the Principality, it is also known as the land of freedom. There is no such thing as breaking the law unless there is more to it. That means evidence of how dangerous things are.

What is she doing, looking younger than Harna?

No, I was wondering what they were making me do.

"Wait.........!!

Justa was in this city.

I don't know what you're going to do. I don't even know why I'm not going back to Republic territory.

But there was only unfounded certainty that she might be caught up in something out of the ordinary.

That's why I want to hear the circumstances. But the Braver registrants "catch the criminals and they'll get paid." That way, they couldn't help but get pushed for reasons such as chasing her.

"As always, hey......!!

I won't chase you.

Running and running, she enters the alley where she is good at.

Then it was only a matter of time before Crain lost sight of her, who didn't even understand the terrain anymore.

And the mess ends again.

But this time it wasn't in the form of losing sight of her.

That moment when Crain made a momentous bend around the corner.

"Bu!?

"Stay."

Hit someone, Crain accidentally splashes the flyer he had in his hand.

Nowhere is the subject to be chased. For one thing, I had to apologize to the person I bumped into and gather scattered flyers.

"Excuse me. I'll collect it right away!

"Oh, I'll help."

"Thank you......!

Even so, about ten.

It didn't take ten seconds to retrieve them scattered on a path made of cobblestone.

I receive a flyer from the person in front of me who picked up about three sheets, where I give you my first face.

"But I don't think that Digire can write such a good painting."

"Oh, that's actually what I wrote. I'm not very good at drawing people."

"No, I think you're a nice guy in there. Yeah, I envy people with painting talent."

"Haha, thank you, ma..."

"Am I?... Yes?

Mitsuhito in front of me is as tall as the Digire we discussed earlier.

So it was big, and it had an atmosphere that I didn't hate anywhere,

characterised by black double corners and herd blue dressing,

It was a demon ghost.