Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Pepper, pepper.

The hand that turns the scroll slowly.

Under clear weather, sitting on a thick tree branch illuminated by a leaking day, the girl laid back and looked through the paperwork. Catch your favorite frilly umbrella by the side, and add the soup you bought by pretending to be a townsman to your favorite mag in your left hand.

Scrolls floating in the air were carefully loaded one by one.

Westward through Thunt, halfway between the mountains and the mountains, it has become a stretch of intense one up and down. It was also called "a street without a carriage," and was derived from the fact that horses pulling cars in too many ups and downs were likely to make noise.

The number of warcraft that pop up isn't that high, but the annoyance of each and every one of them is not the norm, not to mention its replacement. It was this streetwithout carriage that spread to the warcraft responsible for recovery, the wolf-shaped warcraft that formed the detachment party, and even the hard-to-deal warcraft that I said undead.

Of such a noisy place, just on a street tree near the middle of the city of Thunt and Merikid, she was facing Scroll with ease and comfort.

"Hmm... that's a pain in the ass..."

The meaning of the whined word is not so profound.

The information written on the scroll is a message from a demon clan who is good at intelligence.

Holy capital Eden, Merikido, Thunt and Castle Alicanta. The current situation of the city, located in the northern part of the diocese, was described in detail.

In doing so, she grumbled that she was annoying for three reasons.

One is the mixing of uninvited guests. One of the four demon kings, the "Gulfeil of Power," supposedly descended, and a line of "Divine Sons of Light," is returning to the Patriarchate.

Nevertheless, there is no benefit in keeping that alive, so I was lucky enough to save myself the trouble of looking for it.

The problem was another foreign object. Magic conductor at Imperial College. I don't know what you're doing wrong and how you're visiting the Patriarchate, but that group drives war calculations a lot crazy just because there's one of them. It was something I wanted to get rid of with this hand if I wanted.

Besides speaking of miscalculation. Because I didn't think that demon ghost was really visiting the Church. Maybe he arcs at his mouth with a little excitement that he might have been interested in the party. I could say it's a rare look because it's about her who doesn't change her expression very much.

Okay, problem number two.

It was the absence of a "wheel". Joker of the Demonic Underground Imperial Army, who makes a bi-perfection with her, the "mentor". Suddenly, when we were approaching the operational decision, the human world said, "I don't want the sunlight to hurt my face."

Veroche also had his eyes on this. Because of this, how about not doing everything there, even though a situation has been put in place where there is no obstacle to crushing the Patriarchate just in time?

But I couldn't say anything more from Veroche than the Demon King had allowed it. It is a gathering of demons who are originally wagamama temperaments. The stronger you become, the more selfish you become. If you complain about "wheel" behavior, it's usually going to be a hassle to mention what you do with research and walk away.

I had no choice but to be entrusted with the head of the army.

And the third point in question.

This is on the second extension line, but when the "wheel" is absent, there is no longer a presence holding the reins of a waggy demon, as mentioned earlier. Veroche is a "mentor". The basics are personal behavior. Veroche is a human being, not far from the "wheel" in the way the army moves. Many of the "Wagamama Demons" still take a low look at Veroche.

It was also unpleasant as a veloche, but putting my back on making it right was a bothersome smell and postponement, and this is the end of it.

"Even though there are two Four Heavenly Kings here, these two only listen to the wheels - Sten, will you come for real? If you're a demon, you won't be confused by a wheel."

"Strength" sten. I think it sounds good.

Blurring like that, Veroche glances at the last scroll. There was no more soup left on the leaning mag, and I had no choice but to rush into the pochette.

And that was the time.

Running from the direction of Merikido has been one demon tribe. It's a minotaur with a cow-like face. A man of such a look as a power type, wrapped in a waistcloth all over his greenish body. He carried a large axe on his back, and the cloth on the gripping part was blurry whether it was being used in.

"Instructor, I'll report you. The strength of Eden, the capital of the Holy See, was generally grasped. So, Mr. Rex on the scale is already very motivated. Come on."

… this is it.

From the beginning, it's not an attitude toward the Demon King's Army's number 3.

He doesn't even look like he's going to bow his head lightly, and he talks like a younger kid. Sure, Veroche is 15 years old, he's definitely still a child, but he's still an executive of the demonic underground empire in the closest category.

If I'm wrong, I don't have the muscles to be treated like this.

But if there's only one thing around my heart. That would mean because Veroche is human.

"So, what is the amount of force you can grab?"

That's why I don't blame Veroche here either. The reason is because it stinks. I'm going to be able to be an infinite loop because I'm doing that, but something more or less was a hundred million hijackings.

That's why I personally act like a research or a wanderer.

Because of this, demons who cannot give up their strength often exist. Veroche is also a Veroche who has so much difficulty dealing with it that he has so severed it.

"That's why Master Rex knows. I'm tall because I'm used by Paciri, too, so let's go. … or"

"Or, what is it?

At once, the eyes embedded in the bull's face look up at Veroche.

Seeing that moment switching from its earlier colour to its cloudy eyes in passion, Veroche sighed again.

Minotaur will naturally look up to Veroche, who sits on a tree branch. She wore a Gothic Lolita monotone dress, so naturally her maiden's raw legs are fluttering in front of her.

The man in front of him says even more obscene things when he says he can't even forgive his boss for just using his eyes.

"Are you asking me to shake your skirt so slightly? Oh?"

"... yes - I would just pick someone if I were to invite them, not dirt like you -"

"... you mean...?

Veroche had no mercy for such a minotaur, either. Naturally, Minotaur is angry at that statement, which is not about provocation. Though only short-circuited thoughts can be made, they are still the bearers of the strength that has behaved as Demons. Because I know that the "mentor" in front of me is a human child who is not even a fifth of me alive, I can also say that I have no choice but to look at him with colored glasses.

But that is synonymous with simply not gauging the opponent's power. At the same time, Minotaur could not discern that it would be the first step in embarking on a foolishness.

"... Temee, I thought you'd get your nose in human habits. The human meth kid is not on track!!

……

Minotaur bounced big with his hands on the axe on his back at the same time he barked. When I say its quick, it's probably something most demons can't handle.

Flesh on the blonde girl in front of you and wave that axe down towards the brain weather. That blow, which could slap every branch of the tree, ended in emptiness, however.

rather than.

"Ah... let...?

"Is this what you're looking for? Well, it's not good for quality."

"What...?

At some point, I don't have the feeling it should have been in both hands. A voice calling from above the minotaur that leaped and remained floating in the universe. If I looked up in reflexes, my own axe was gripped by a girl with a boring look on her face.

"What......!?

It didn't look like I used magic.

Why? Are you telling me you lost in a simple hand-to-hand fight? This self, a minotaur.

A flashing minotaur is heavily pressurized.

On his own forehead, he had Veroche's toe on him. Did he jump off a branch of a tree? But I'm not the kind of person who dies in an attack like that that can't even be a kick.

Minotaur tried to bark in anger at what had been done to him.

"Yes, he's dead -"

"... Huh?

- Ancient Spells/Bad Heaven Boys -

The next moment, along with the feeling of your own body being attacked from within by sudden heat.

Minotaur blew up.

With the recoil of the blown flesh, Veroche jumped further back to the branches of the tree. Sit back as if nothing had happened, yawn one.

But the bloodshot and pieces of flesh that spread beneath my eyes tell me what happened without telling me. It is as if a ripe pomegranate had fallen into its splash, but there is no such thing as a coward here.

Veroche stuck his hand in Pochette to read even one book after a few breaks... and glanced at Merikido.

Nothing particularly strange happened. There was nothing else but a visitor.

The figure was walking at his own pace, not in a hurry. The gaze was straight towards Veroche, and the mouth creepingly connected could be seen as plausible from afar.

Both hands with white gloves are slowly struck.

"Pa, pa, pa. Uh-huh, it's fine to be nice and angry. But that's illegitimate. Instructor, quite indescribable."

"Is it Braulement? What can I do for you?

"Greetings for what business. Guess Minotaur will fail anyway. So go out of your way to welcome him."

"Is that so..."

Black and formal outfit like a swallow tail outfit. A mouth big enough to say to a silk hat that is done and long, that it is no longer ripped. My eyes, as if I had even written a line with a pen on my bright white skin, laugh spookily as usual.

"Reason" brawlement. Make him one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King and worship the "Wheels".

Veroche did not welcome the fact that even the troublesome of the two who followed him came.

"I'm afraid my eyes aren't laughing. But still running away. As always, the mentor is a little girl."

"Is that so?... Something stronger -?

In addition to the rhetoric being angry, this man is not disrespectful either, but there was one more thing that bothered me. Maybe a week or so, before I saw it, I was feeling more hectic.

It's like that demon ghost that adds more and more power in the short term.

"That's a mentor, even a little girl. I didn't know you could tell even if you were hiding it. But it's uncomfortable being licked more than getting stronger."

"I also have a lot of thoughts - I can't touch a finger."

"... heh"

Then let's do it.

Not to mention that, Braulement slowly pointed his right hand wrapped in gloves towards Veroche. The girl in front of you with a cool face is not even as intimidated by the wind. That was another unpleasant thing, about that arrowhead I thought I'd remind you of my current enhanced powers.

"... signs of people from Thunt. Mostly four places. Strength is Affordable Salted Plum"

"If you're going to brazenly say you're stronger - why don't you kill as many people there as you want? ………… Ah. If you kill all four of them, you don't have to think about how to handle them."

"It's like saying I just found out who it is. Fine. Kill them all. Wait, mentor."

"Would you like to get a replacement for the soup? I hope we can all kill them by then."

"... don't lick me, kid"

"It's true. It's a leak."

Have you decided that any more arguments are futile, or Braulement will head toward Thunt. With a little regret that I should have boasted a little more about my powers, but where I regretted it, Veroche was not sure which way he was building a decent position, he sighed small.

"It's really hard. Sten, would you come to the Four Heavens King..."

Hiru, and a small breeze stroke Veroche's cheek.

"I knew I wasn't getting paid enough..."

The Gently Leaked Authenticity disappeared small in the wind, without anyone ever asking.