Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Episode XXII: Vital Plains II: Ancient Spells and Chaos Undermoon

Crain Farbnil is the Divine Son of Light.

The boy, who has lived as a farmer's son in one countryside of the southern part of the Patriarchate, has been raised as a trump card for the Patriarchate, in anticipation of the constitution of the Divine Son of Light, who suddenly dwelt on himself two years and a while ago.

Originally, it was customary to be able to work out within the Church until sufficient power was gained, while Crain was to be on a journey from immaturity.

The Resurrection of the Demon King. For it was considered best to make Crain travel at the ritual held at the temple of Merikid at the time of the newspaper.

Having traveled through kingdoms, principalities, and empires, Crain follows a girl named Justa back to the Patriarchate. And what he heard leading up to his hometown was the infusion of the Demon King's army invasion.

Crain and his people who grew up after many encounters.

He's weak enough that he's still developing and can't possibly make it to the Demon King or anything, but he's still in the midst of drilling for heights. An impeccably huge wall stood in front of them as that test.

"... That's a lot of them"

The season when grass trees change color from green to tea. In the colorful patriarchal countries of the four seasons, the moon is beautiful to look up to these days. Instead, the day is gradually getting chilly, and the sun is just blinding because of the dry air that hits before even feeling the sunshine on the teasing sunny day.

Well, if you stand high, you'll triple that feeling.

A huge castle wall surrounds the outer circle of Eden, the capital of the Holy City.

He kept his weight in the columns on the road above it and was listening to the hustle and bustle around him in a forward leaning position.

"Did you bring in the castle guard weapon?!?

"Not enough arrows for artifact addition! Turn it over here too!!

"Unit 103, position reached! Follow the instructions!

Crusader soldiers rushing behind Crain. The Corps of Magicians seems particularly busy on the east run. This is a time when the battle is about to begin. Because there hasn't been a mainland showdown in a long time, there are scattered images of officers giving orders in a sad voice.

No one wants their house destroyed.

"It's Crain..."

"Kaisal Hahn, sir!?

"Um... the Four Clerics are the most powerful magicians. If you do, you don't have to go to the front."

"But then...!!

"Josette and Lambda remain in the main force"

……

The voice that touched his ear was too familiar, and he couldn't possibly be in a place like this, and Crain turned around in a hurry. There was someone there who wasn't supposed to be there.

Kaisal Hahn, a patriarchal magician who fought and fought against the Demon King's army two years ago. And as one of the four priests, the culmination of the Patriarchate watching over the people of the Patriarchate even today.

He strokes his proud mustache with only a gentle grin, as usual, without breaking the atmosphere of good grace. And look to the abominable beings in the west of the Vital Plains.

"It's time to... be in range"

"So... when the battle begins"

War. A bloody battle between demons and men begins.

The fact is now and again realistic. Anything you just can't be sure of when you say it in words is the first thing you can understand by looking directly at it. I can show it to you, but I'm ready for Crain's chest.

If you look at the columns that you are putting your own hands on, you are slightly powered by magic.

This was also the result of the alignment and location of the teaching practised by the Patriarchate. Proof that a powerful junction is being stretched out in this place.

"The attack of the Demon King's Army is unimaginable. Some Demon Kings use an ancient spell. If you add them, the walls will probably hold for about a day. How much fewer enemies in the meantime determines how much the people of the Church will live"

"Ancient spells…" rational "braulements or" mentors "… used by someone called Veroche, right? … I had passed out."

"Braulement... Veroche... my face has changed a lot since two years ago. Speaking of" mentors, "Renoir Vie Atmosphere is not the one who played death."

"... no, it shouldn't have been such a name. But Kaisal Hahn, do you fight death..."

"If you have as much power as your last mentor... well, did I just say at best if you keep it for half a day? If you do everything you can, it's not about. Anyway, not in a situation where you can count on the walls."

Phew, and Kaisalhaan exhaled.

Do years make people old enough not to hide their fatigue? No, it's only been six months since Crain took the trip. It was something I could understand without having to think about, such as the cause of the sigh.

War is not what we know when and who dies. The closer you get to the top, the more responsibility you have for death.

For everyone, fighting is heavy. Life is heavy.

"O Divine Son of Light, the Lord is not a hero to the people. Breaking is because the Four Priests, Noun, will not allow it."

"... Ha"

"... but it is. If you say it as just an old man... your Lord is like a grandson.... don't die, Crain."

"... Ha!

When Crain nods forcefully, Kaisalhaan leaves satisfied. Perhaps his holding area is above the castle gate. The most important location. That, too, must be that kind of pressure.

Crain glared ahead as the strong wind grudgingly disturbed his hair.

"... about time"

The breath around me gradually calms down.

Even on Crane's left and right, there are many magicians who hide behind the walls and lay bows.

Picking up his own stick, Crain descends from the stairs beside the walls to the inner city. The hand of magic was also applied to each and every one of those steps of stone construction, and it was well understood how sturdy they were made.

Crain's role is to stop incoming enemies in front of the gate. I think my people are tough on time to wait behind the armed soldiers I plan to strike out, and perhaps all but Crain have already assembled.

Down the stairs, which is nearly two hundred steps, it leads just in front of the stuffing. If you walk along the walls of the castle and reach in front of the castle gate. A voice was raised by the armed soldiers who were holding back there. They all know the existence of the Divine Son of Light, and furthermore just inspired them earlier.

Because we are behind this, we will protect our backs. I will always defend the house I return to. After declaring that, Crain was here now.

If you are, you absolutely have to win. We must defend ourselves.

With determination in his chest, he pays tribute to the armed forces who fill the streets in front of the gates.

Walking straight down the road toward the inner circle. After a while, he joined facades located at the rear of it.

"Hey guys, you're early"

"Crane's late. Ooh!

"... you can't be late for a war with the Demons"

If Crain raises his right hand and joins that ring, Harna swells his cheeks and Justa's figure still doesn't break his hard look. I don't care if I want to help her figure something out, I don't even have to come up with a way to open it by saying this.

After the fight, I was hoping to hear something again.

"How was it outside the castle?

"Oh, right. Pretty good. That's not exactly more than this one."

"Right. It's going to be a tougher fight than a simple force."

In the meantime, it was Lyudius who had shaken the administrative conversation. With arms together and that red hair tied with a string. It's proof of temper. Blurred hair still leaves habits everywhere even when tied up, but still because it's before the battle, or even the hair seems to convey excitement.

"So, you're really going with that sword."

"Whatever. Never take a hitch."

"Oh well."

Lyudius nods to Eagle Deep. On his hips, he didn't have the look of a sword belt he should normally have.

When Crain opened his mouth to say something about it.

A tremendous vibration rocked the world.

"What......!?

What!? Harna screaming, Justa crouching silently to the ground, Lyudius balancing and looking up at the sky.

Someone screamed.

"Look at that!!

Someone put a finger on it, though it's more indistinguishable than a lot of people are gathering.

Still, I knew right away. Because everyone looked up.

Further above the castle gate. Across the wall. A shadow that can only be seen in a size like a small grain but sits in the sky. Harna or Lyudius didn't know who that was. But Crain isn't. That unusual dark magic can't even be forgotten once it is intensely showered.

"I'm delighted."

Never loud. Yet somehow that mindless voice resonates so far. It resonates throughout the city as if there were loudspeakers in the air.

In the sight of the scowling people, the underwater moon rose.

The pitch-black appearing at its tip, flattened by Frill Umbrella, rushes to the castle gate without any hesitation, as if laying it on a carpet as it were.

And a severe earthquake.

"but......!!

"Wow......!!

Awesome shake is the same as earlier. If so, twice, you mean she exercised such immense magic? The horror could be felt more by those who use magic vegetables as well.

It is a magic that cannot even be activated without gathering ten concurrent magicians.

"Instructor......!!

Lyudius bites his teeth.

Above the walls, many magicians had begun shooting. Perhaps already, the Demon King's army is marching against the walls. If they don't hold me down, the siege will start soon.

"Open the gate quickly!! Strike out!!"

Someone screamed.

In tune with that voice, a voice rises wishing to appear in action.

Crain knew how it felt. He said he was left to be hit.

But there must be a Kaisalhaan at the castle gate.

If I were, I wouldn't be hit by a "mentor" if it were that easy. Something, something's supposed to fight back.

A fierce warrior. The corner of the Four Priests is not.

Honorable member of the 38th Corps of Mages, who has driven away the former Demon King Army many times. And even after he was young and became a Fourth Cleric, the hero Kaisalharn protected himself from three invasions.

If so, I didn't even think I would be silent in this situation.

and the transmission reaches there. The man, who would have rushed down the stairs leading up to the walls, rushed up to Crain with his breath constantly, and he looked down and apologized.

"Mr. Crain! Your ears!

"What's wrong?

Listen to what you're told, Crain. Excuse me, just saying, the man whispered in his ear.

"I can't tell the soldiers, but Master Kaisalhaan has defeated and fallen four ancient spells."

"What!?... rather than four degrees!?

"Yes. Five degrees would be the limit to just unleashing the ancient spell, Kaisalhaan said, perfectly preventing the blow fired all over the city, and the attack on the castle gate twice and three times only received vibrations, perfectly preventing the combined unleashed once again. For about one more time, we can afford to have this castle wall... more than Kaisalhaan is here, and all we have to do is leave it to the thousand soldiers left inside and the four priests of the main army. The walls are protected by Shult."

"Got it. Crushed bones, Kaisal Hahn. Good luck to your minute!

"Thank you!!

That's all the man tells Crain, he calls back. Though he would be enchanting, he thanked him for his loyalty when he saw him run down and up the two hundred stairs repeatedly.

"What are you gonna do, Crain?"

"I don't care, it depends on how much the magicians on the walls will reduce the Demon King's Army......!!

That's all I say to Harna, who hasn't figured out what's going on, drinks solitary spit and sees the gate.

That Kaisal Hahn had to endure a blow. Modern mentors were undoubtedly superior to those known to Kaisalhaan.

But still, he prevented such violent and destructive stunts from attacking with immense magic four times. That alone should have given us an extraordinary amount of time to keep the walls.

"I wonder how sharp it is right now"

"It shouldn't be that big of a deal yet than there hasn't been a report coming to the Armed Forces. Even if they open the castle gate, they can slap it there. That's all we're talking about. It's a magic battle, it's basic."

In the battle to use magic, the way troops cannot use magic move.

He struck out and fought with the Demon King's Army on the plains. Sharpen the opponent's magic as much as possible, then beat him. Conversely, you can attack exhausted enemies with full vigour. So now I should have endured it.

When opening the castle gate. That was nothing more than when it was destroyed by the Demon King's Army.

But "then" came sooner than I thought.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

"Become... there's another fifth shot!

"Fifth shot......!?

Lyudius' voice surprised by the words Crain leaked. But I didn't have time to explain it.

Severe earthquakes echo. As powerful as it was earlier. He's not even regulating his magic and hitting it. That blow would certainly have done a lot of damage to the castle gate. But that one shot alone, I don't want to destroy the castle gate.

It was when Crain tried to get a soothing exhale that only the crisis of mentor had managed to outrun.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

Severe earthquake.

"Sixth shot!?

"Oh, come on, Crain. Explain what you mean!

"No, if you think about that magical power, you should be able to hit so many shots......!

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

Plus, a severe earthquake.

The face of the armed forces. It sounds awesome, but it won't even stop.

Isn't Kaisalhaan at the castle gate? Can we stay here? Such anxiety propagates around you. Lyudius also looked at the girl who was on the other side of the sky with an understanding. But by the time I looked at it, the pitch was already approaching.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

It was actually the eighth shot.

If you notice, some magicians are attacking that girl.

But she doesn't even feel the extent to which she was stabbed by a mosquito, silent, faceless, indifferent, just releasing magic against the wall.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

"Somebody stop that kid. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

One of the officers screamed. That the voice sounded so far must have used a loud enchant. Half of the magicians on the walls begin to unleash magic on that girl.

That's not good.

Crain tries to stop, but he doesn't have the authority to do that.

All we need now is to reduce the number of Demon King troops. Yet if you concentrate on that girl, you will bring the demon king's army closer to the walls of Misumi.

The worry was worrying.

But Crain didn't fall in the direction he wanted.

"Mmm, it's sturdy."

My voice, it sounds.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

Severe earthquake.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

Severe earthquake, severe earthquake.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

Again, again, again, again.

Hilarious, tremendous vibrations that shake all over your body strike underfoot.

And Crain also understood that there was not simply an earthquake going on, but that a solid wall built on the teachings of the Patriarchate was about to be broken.

And.

"Ancient Spells/Chaos Undermoon (Zeeblefer)"

Along with the crushing sound of an explosion, the place where the castle gate was located collapsed.

The robust walls collapse, the inner steel bears, and what was a rugged castle wall rolls down. The white smoke that will soon rise is like a flag that means surrender.

"Huh, it was a wall I wanted to see for a long time. I don't want to do it anymore -. Ah, I got stuck."

Heh, I didn't even see a shard of strong fatigue in its appearance of a sincere and unpleasant sigh.

The Demon King's Army will be killed.