Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

While the fire sounded exploding, it could be described as silence in one of its rooms.

Pfft, the tone that warms just by touching your ears appears occasionally as if it were a melody's recess mark, to accompany the swinging red dance.

Not a big room. Two mahogany elbow chairs and a double size bed. Then there's the side table in one, the furnished fireplace. Illuminated by the brilliant, powerful, yet quietly dancing lights of phosphorus, the painting of a yani, yellow lake is reflected like a palatine flame.

The young man sat in a chic chair with only one season, shallow, and still carefully slept. Deep when it comes to fine sleep, far when it comes to sleep. As if it were a duty of life, so he had no choice but to do so, and so forth, he seemed to consume the nourishment of sleep.

Reluctant to the point where my neck doesn't hurt, I listen to the tone of phosphorus every few minutes. Don't fail to be vigilant and don't let it get in the way tomorrow.

"... sooo... sooo..."

……

A light, unusual sleep, of course, does not belong to the youth.

At this hour, which was late at night, there was another sleeper in this room, one of Thunt's lodgings, besides the youth.

"... mmm..."

A girly high voice echoes in this room, which was only a blast of fire.

In response to that new sound, the youth also slowly opened their eyes.

"That... this place..."

"It's the Thunt Inn. I picked you up that was falling in the alley and brought you here."

"Huh...? Ah..."

The girl who slowly woke up on her upper body seemed to realize that she herself had occupied one of the beds and slept. And my last memory before I fell asleep. The young man puts his weight on the back of the chair in the guise of his lack of interest in the girl's appearance of conceiving with his little hand on his face, still uncertain consciousness.

"I... came all the way to Thunt... they chased me..."

"I don't care what happened."

"Huh?"

Trying to block the girl's words, the youth said. They also noticed who the girl was in those eyes that didn't bring any emotions to mind.

"Digire McClain... of the Imperial College, the Commander of Magic..."

"Even if you look at me like that, I'm not scared or scared of him falling asleep until now."

"Gu......"

Girl as annoyed - Justa Welseia stared at her feet. Soft beds, blankets sprinkled, and a little recovered body of my own.

"Here, maybe"

"Maybe I'm the only one here.... It's like being pushed. It was much better than being fucked by a fucking demon ghost."

"... the people of the Republic, why"

"That's it, though."

Surprisingly, young man - to Justa, who looks to Digire, he sighed one shuddering sigh.

There's nothing I can do about this, misunderstanding is also a silly question.

"In the first place, republican territory is already imperial territory. We don't have a reason to stick together."

"It's a lie... you tortured someone from the Republic and messed with my country's system!

"Temee, who told you that? It's like doing moxibustion to a republic a little past Oita. I have no intention of exploiting it from the people. Besides, many humans are naturalized into empires.... there's one of our magic directors, a guy from the Republic."

"So, from whom... hey, it's from the Leidore Sheikh properly! Everyone in the Republic is still suffering from the pressure of the Empire! That's why we have to move to salvation!

"... hey"

"What!

Justa, who was getting hot and repetitive to Digirre's words, reacted frighteningly to the chilled tone. His eyes weren't laughing, but even so far I didn't see him hostile to Justa.

"Do you understand that the chief of the state of Leidore played a part in destroying the Republic?

"Huh...?

"Inside the Empire... rather than intervening in the Imperial House commotion, I pulled a thread behind it and tried to make a little trip to the Empire... trying to break into the secrets of the Imperial College. Our leader fell apart, leading us to the procedure of devastating the Republic with the Commander of Magic. There was one idiot who was lucky enough to escape. That's what he is.... One cause of the destruction of the Republic, or almost the culprit, caused the problem even more so on the basis of the idea that rebellion is also a good place. We're not laughing. Temee, look at this kid. He's cheating."

"... right"

"You talk too much, motherfucker."

Digirre squeaked in a sigh mix, slowly rising from the chair she was sitting in.

My back hurts a little because I haven't moved for a while to sleep, but I cut it off and massage it a little when it's a routine tea meal.

"... this inn is taken until morning. Breakfast is served. If you were fighting with such a luxurious body without even eating a lot of rice, you'd decide to fall, you fucking kid. Eat and disappear.... I'm going out a little bit"

What are you doing?

Such a frightening emotion did exist in Digirre's heart. But thanks. When this girl gets desperate, I don't like remembering the old days.

blindly, those days when he didn't even realize the cruelty of what he was doing, just fighting with revenge.

"... ah,"

"There's one thing I can tell you.... you seem to be fooled by only hearing one word, as an agent, it's less than third-rate, shit.... Bye."

Bearing the sword that stood against the wall, Digire walks out towards the door.

On its wide back, Justa was often grumpy.

"Wait..."

"What the fuck?"

"... that you've brought me this far... thanks"

If you just turn around with a proper glance. Regrettably, there was nevertheless the appearance of a girl who was sorry to say thank you. Whatever they are, I will only remember to thank them for what they have done. Only that attitude was that Digire also deserved respect.

Normal people can't be thankful for what they do to their enemies.

"... I think that's the only thing that's ever happened before, but it's a big deal. Bye."

"... but forgive or not the empire that destroyed the Republic...!

"You're coming after you've done a good job of looking it up. Blind Dog"

"... eh"

Lightly as it flowed, Digire talked about the Leidore sheikh.

Digirre was aware that Justa's eyes were shaking at that word, which she didn't even know was true or false.

I'm not talking about what I was aware of, but I still have some thoughts. I guess I just put up the word Republic bailout and never heard anything specific about it. Because he's a kid who's going to be used for the coup throwaway pawn to see it.

Without looking back, I opened the door to the room.

The owner of the inn has a story to tell. Even if she's gone now, she'll be able to make it to dinner tomorrow morning. Whatever she thought, Digire thought this was fine.

Because if a child is killed by a surrounding being without any explanation... he will snort at what people call his allies. That was painfully understandable.

But I no longer thought revenge could be achieved on that kind and righteous child.

I'm sure we'll be able to stop somewhere. If you wish, there's only so much I can do to prepare the brakes for you so that regrets don't push over at that time.

"... revenge is a good story if only a guy dyed from his bones in anger"

I shrugged unexpectedly and then closed the door with my back hand.

After this, take a step forward, thinking about what to do.

and at that moment Digire was to chew up his expression.

"... why are you here, you piece of shit"