Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The Higher Department of Imperial College is built as a separate school building from the Primary and Middle Departments. The new school building will be fresh and pleasant for the freshman year because it was the same school building as the middle and middle school. Even if there are craters in the school yard or students with upper body embedded in the walls, oh the high places would happily put their thoughts into the future as they circle their eyes that this is the place.

Second, in the third grade, it's something I'm already used to.

Do it again. Digire smashed every classroom. But do it. Braulement broke all of a sudden in class. You can't live a peaceful life if you care about that one by one.

So at best, no one is surprised anymore, as much as a young man who has finally attended school in the time that is nearing the end is walking slowly down the hallway despite his lateness.

There are eight third-year classrooms in total. The average number of classes in any high school is more or less, and the number is about forty as well. Assigned to them were all the third floor floors of the school building, so settled that it was believed that if there were students on the third floor, they would be almost third grade.

A young man named Sten, who is now grossly late, is also a third grader in the Higher Department of Imperial College.

I panicked and grabbed him by the neck of Sten when I woke up threatening in my ear that my live-in sister-in-law was not quite awake and that the crisis of world collapse was imminent, and for some reason I felt comfortable taking a sigh of relief. If you return it to me, my sister-in-law's school hours are long overdue.

"It's your fault! It's your fault!

and with tears slapping her on the back pounding her on the carrier to blast her bike for two and send her to a middle school building, where she was already tired of something and dressed in a familiar tea shop nearby. But Matilda, the shopkeeper, found out that today was not his inaugural day, and it was a development that he had had no choice but to attend school because he couldn't possibly have a sister-in-law home and was bored.

By the way, Sten and his sister-in-law are often considered real brothers and sisters because of their long dark hair as well, but if you look closely, you can tell that the hair color depth is different. And a little bit more blue and white on my sister's skin. Although Grindle was the only one who spotted it at first sight.

The Higher Department of Imperial College has a friendly threesome called the "Three Fools".

If we were just close, the teachers wouldn't have anything to say anyway, but sadly, it was a gathering of troubled children who deserved the name of "Three Fools".

Grindle, a well-known executor in college and as a handsome contender for one or two.

Inciter Veroche who can do whatever he wants more than he can save.

And as an accomplice, I do more work than I do any more, Sten.

These three are in the same class because Yatano Hussou Arklite, who is in charge, wanted them. Without the wishes of the teachers who expected correction, it should be called guidance, their plethora of problematic children did not look so corrected as to say at all even after three years.

Now, being one of those three idiots, Sten, he was cracking his mind at crap as he walked down the hallway late.

My sister-in-law, though, bit me in the neck to make me feel comfortable, etc., maybe I'm a mazo. No, but I prefer to stir it up than be stirred up. Maybe it's a mazo exclusively for my sister, or is there such a treacherous or decadent story?

The sun slipping through the window is a comfortable morning thing. Did I just say that the white floor that returns weird elasticity that I'm not sure what it's made of is unique to the school?

Anyway, I got to my class, Triennial B, and Sten stopped one foot in front of the door.

……

……

I put my hand on the door wondering if it was my fault.

"Wait -"

"No, I don't want them to think I already know you."

"Still can't get along."

Standing behind a classroom wall was one girl who was always close.

A popular problem child in college, showing twin-drilled blonde hair.

Today, for some reason, I was spraying my favorite frilled Umbrella onto the side wall. Instead, it was a bucket filled with plenty of water that was held in her hands.

"... I did something"

"No, I'm a little curious."

This woman, she was standing in the hallway.

"Sten's late, anyway. - Aren't you standing with him?

"No, why are you sticking your bucket out? You got it. Hold it right."

"I can't help it."

"Why? What did you do out of curiosity? Even Yatano's kimono belt unwrapped?

"If I did, I wouldn't be here, I'd be the grave marker."

"I'm afraid that if I were you, I'd be able to get away with it."

That's not true. - And before Veroche laughed, Sten wore an agua.

The bag I brought contains very little. Throw them around appropriately, two in the hallway where no one else is.

"Ma, that's it. Grindle's getting a good amount of love letters."

"Right."

"So, why don't you leave that letter on your desk?"

"I don't think so."

"I just thought it might not be much, so I asked. He said to read the love letter."

"Ugh."

"Then I said, 'I thought it was a fan letter. Well, not only was I popular, but I also received a confession of love! I don't think I noticed."

"... That sounds like a possible story. Hey."

"Well, that was yesterday after school. When I arrived this morning, I found a good amount of love letters on Grindle's desk."

"So?"

"Just out of curiosity, I rewrote the sender names of all my love letters to" Braulement. "

"Ghosts or you."

"I should have been satisfied with that, but the contents are not interesting at all, so I was rewriting them to interesting contents."

Pilar, and a letter fell from Veroche's pocket. I bet you dropped it deliberately. For that adorable toilet, it says "To Mr. Grindle" in cute circle letters.

Sten looked behind it for his hand, without any concern.

"From" Braulement ""

Obviously only the handwriting on the braulement was separate. "More" floats extra because of her cuteness. The name of the girl who would have been erased by the eraser sha...... y? I can barely read it anymore. Poor thing. Let's flush it down the toilet later.

That's funny.

Saying, Sten opened the scab and its potty, and took out the letter.

"Dear Grindle,

Uh, nice to meet you! I say Shakti!

It's really a lie to say it's nice to meet you. Me, I've always been up to Grindle, and I've always been, always liked it!

Occasionally, when I saw Mr. Grindle, I chased him with my eyes and said, "Good morning!" It's best to speak up... "

So this is how I sent you a letter to have the courage to talk to Mr. Grindle! After school today, I will be waiting in front of the audiovisual room for those behind the second-year staff room. Regards! "

Isn't that a lovely love letter?

When the finished reading Sten gave his face, he dropped another letter under his feet that looked like Veroche. While he thinks it's a clever thing to do without even using his hands, Sten picks it up.

"I copied it -"

"So this is your one-way ticket to hell."

Got it.

This woman was trying to change the content without getting tired of changing her name.

Come on, what does it say? They and Sten opened that tri-fold letter.

"Dear Grindle,

Uh, nice to meet you! I said, 'Braulemento!!' I say!

It's really a lie to say it's nice to meet you. Me, I've always been up to Grindle, and I've always been, always liked it! "True"!

Occasionally, when I saw Master Grindle, I chased him with my eyes and said, "'Ababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababab" It's best to speak up...... "Hard work".

So I, in order to have the courage to have a 'death match' with Master Grindle, thus gave out a 'fulfillment letter': 'the heart'! After school today, I will be waiting in front of the audiovisual room for those in "Bottom of Hell". Best wishes! 'Seriously!' "

"Is that why you're a ghost!?

"What is it?

"It's the only place to hang on!! Don't drop me off at the brawlement, like the end of the story! And it's only subtly similar!! Oh, my God, it's so broken. It's horror! So where's the audiovisual room for those at the bottom of hell!! I've been there before. When? At the bottom of hell!? What are you watching? The deceased there!!

"A precautionary movie when you come back to life?

"Hell you work hard to correct it too. Thank you!!!!

Phew, exhale.

On second thought, this is everyday tea. Seriously, because Sten is often on the side of making things go away, he takes a tough reaction when surprised.

Reflecting that I'm still blue, I turn back to Veroche.

"Well, did Yatano even see me while I was writing?"

"That's what I mean."

"Well, they'll stand. What do you think people admire?"

"That's Sten with you, right? … you may not have noticed…"

"Am I?"

"You look awful like that. Okay?

"Why, I'm on your side, too."

"It's an honor."

He laughs back at Veroche for coming up with something on Sten's face. It's a smiling landscape from the edge, but this was just a secret meeting of demons.

"Speaking of which, whose class is it now?

"It's a unit classic -"

"Stop calling him that because even if you get all dandruff on him, he'll give you units."

"Then why are you moving away from the classroom?

"It's decided because you're okay with dandruff."

Come on, what shall we do?

To sum up his thoughts, Sten left the hallway behind.

Veroche, left alone, was stood long after all until the end of the first time limit.

Grindle Grifskale is such a popular young man that he is also known as the College's three great princes. Refreshing sports Grindle, Downer cat Eisenhardt, and the other end of the controversy over who to do it.

Then Sten was talking about whether it was two or four, but he was furious to find out that he was nominated for it himself or to rip off the head of the guy next door. It developed into a killing match with the guy who was there shortly after. Bad sten. By the way, the people who killed each other have also been nominated.

Because he is such a great prince, he is often dismissed by both men and women. Where I was worried because I didn't know why I would be treated that step, Sten, who would be my next best friend, appeared flustered, but there was a discount around.

I was summoned by that sten, and Grindle was visiting one of the dining rooms I don't normally use. If you look for the person who called through the door, Veroche was there, as usual. Pull over to them arrayed corners of the long table and sit next to the two sitting across the street.

"What's wrong with you? I have my next class."

"Well don't say that. Let's get this over with."

Time off between the three and four limits now. It seems relatively affordable in this school because the breaks per class are sufficient. However, since each classroom is large and the school building itself has four or five, it was necessary to hurry when moving classrooms.

Have you guessed what Grindle said, or Sten answers that with an extra grin.

This guy shouldn't turn into more of a mobile class than he is in the same class, but he doesn't look like he cared about the area.

Between the three and four limits, there was hardly anyone in the dining room, but then again he looked around, and then Sten opened his mouth.

"You, how many love letters have you ever gotten?

……

"All right, all right. Not until after three years. Your eyes are twitching."

"Shh, I'm sorry. After three years, it's still a double digit."

"I see. That means 60 or 70 is crap. May. Not yet.... so. Have you heard back?

"I don't think that's a confession of love. I first noticed it yesterday when Veroche taught me. This is a love letter, not a fan letter."

Grindle took a single letter out of his pocket. Stealing a glimpse of the back and relieving herself that the woman's name was properly written, Sten glanced at Veroche sitting in the front.

"That's the thing - So Grindle, shouldn't we tell them our sincerity -?

"Sincere...?

"I ignored the thoughts of the kids who were favoring me because I didn't know - so I thought I should sincerely apologize."

"... right. That's right."

Most likely, Grindle nodded, then frowned and murmured.

"But what am I supposed to do with that...?

"You fool, Grindle! Is that why we're here?

"Sten......!

"That's right. Friends can only be helpful at times like this."

"Veroche......!

smiling sten and veloche.

When that is the Devil's whisper, Grindle's thoughts accelerate unawares at all.

"Apologizing to each and every one of the many kids around would break a little bone. So Grindle, I'd like to confirm one thing, is it all the students at this school who got the confession?

"Only after three years."

"I can't help it at this time, first I should apologize to my child after three years"

"I see, what can I do?

"Easy. There's a way to keep it."

Then Sten laughed and slammed his desk with a tongue.

"In the dining room...?

"Oh, yeah"

I had no idea what the hell was going to happen, Grindle at that time.

Veroche and Sten face to face.

So far, as planned. But Grindle's ability to hang out with these two all the time lay in the fact that things would never go as they thought they would. And neither does Grindle know they expect it.

In many ways, the three fools are the three fools.

Crain Farbnil is the head of the class.

He has been bought leadership since he was a junior minister and has worked diligently to chair the committee up to two years in the middle ministry. As a result, there was a great deal of trust from the teachers, and he himself worked hard to respond to it.

Unlike higher places, the elementary and middle areas do not have canteens. Therefore, we often eat in the classroom what we like, whether we bring or buy lunches. Crain didn't leak into that example either, and he was supposed to spread his lunch box with Harna, Lyudius, who was always with him.

Today, as guests, two girls, Flair Reel, a junior in Harna's club, and Justa, his classmate and junior in Lyudius' club, were also paired with a meal in five. The flare reel was slightly distracted from entering the sophomore classroom, but Justa grabbed me by the seat while I was still alive.

They all seemed to be lunches, and now it was time for Crain to join hands to eat.

"We'll start broadcasting lunch."

Pooh, a broadcast that flows to each classroom, along with the mild sound of The daily broadcasting carried out by the broadcasting department of the High Department can actually be one of Crain's pleasures. I enjoy waving bats in the baseball club every day, but Crain liked this broadcast to the point that I think it would seem fun to try to get into the broadcast club if I went to the high club.

There are letters from listeners every day, add-on talks between the two broadcasters, and there they are in the hall, and they are highly regarded by the teachers.

"Let's just say today's broadcast starts where we play this song first, listen," Spring - "

"Broadcast jaaaaaaaaaa!!

- What are you guys doing?

I accidentally turned the speaker around more vigorously.

"It's on the air!? What are you getting into so badly!?

'Is this to be forgiven...?

"For now, just throw away the two humans there -"

Shh, and apparently this classroom wasn't the only one that got quiet.

Of course, this is a broadcast that runs across the middle, and hence to the elementary and higher levels. Crain thinks about what happened all of a sudden. That voice, somewhere.

"Hi-ha-ha!! Everyone listening to the lunch broadcast!! Konno, no!!

"Konno, Konno."

'Ah, Mr. Veroche, thank you for having me with you. So it's a special broadcast today! Don't worry, I also have my teacher's permission!!

No, you obviously jacked me now. Broadcaster.

I don't think I'm listening to all those school students clinging.

Around the middle school teachers running down the hallway, they would still definitely not be getting permission or anything.

Second, look at the four people who were surrounding the table.

Of all the faces that didn't break the flashing look, only one flared reel was nagging with her hands covering her bright red face.

"What are you doing? Well..."

Oh, I remember.

That man you're broadcasting jacking right now, what are you hiding? He's the brother of Flair Reel.

There was no way I'd ever seen that man, who would be the most famous in school for his ruinous things, with Crain. Whatever. Crain saw a ton of that nonsense in the elementary school when he was in the middle office.

Because when I was tying my teacher to the chair and putting a lot of rocket fireworks on that chair's leg, it wasn't a shock or a word. The teacher flew through the sky that day.

Even at the graduation ceremony in the middle part, I took out a mountain bike as big as what I mistook that tradition to pass through the arch after the ceremony and walked around with about ten people. I don't know why anymore.

What is the legend of such a joke to do this time?

'Listen up everyone first!! Let me introduce you, Prince of the College, it's Grindle Griffskale!!

'Hey, it's Grindle. Thanks for coming together today.'

We didn't get together.

'... so what am I supposed to do?

The scratch of knowing, naturally, can't be conveyed.

But somewhere, my surroundings were surrounded by a strange sense of urgency about what would begin here. Is it curiosity about scary things, like a child with an eye for a switch that says' don't push ', that feeling swirls in his chest?

"This Grindle-kun has always mistaken the love letter he received for a fan letter. Realizing that, combined with the desire to apologize in good faith, Grindle came here!

'That's what I'm talking about!

It's scum.

and Crane with white eyes, but apparently Harna is different. Around Justa with a troubled face saying he's a good guy to apologize for, maybe this guy is terminal too.

Besides, apparently Grindle makes an apology on the lunch broadcast from here. I know it's a lot different at the point of occupying the broadcast room, but does that matter to them, well?

"Grindle, how do you expect me to apologize?

'Aren't you going to apologize?

'I just don't think apologizing would make it any easier. Here's one, why don't you sing a song?'

"Song? Song, huh?"

'Yes, it's a song. Put your thoughts on it and sing one good song for you. Adrift is fine, I mean, you can, bu, kusu... no, it's nothing, just think about it'

He laughed without laughing right now. More white-eyed Crane, but Grindle didn't seem to understand it at all while on the spot. I see. I nod and say.

"Sten, I know exactly how you feel. I just thought it would be sweet to just apologize! Right, that's what matters!

"Oh well! Then I'm looking forward to it!!

Oh, they're totally putting me on. Isn't a man named Grindle a pathetic and complete toy when he says that pitiful situations float just because he's being heard on the air?

And it was about the moment Crain thought.

"Well, listen to me."

Do you really sing?

"Sailor Kame."

"No!!

The sten ran out.

"Why stop!! This is my eighteenth!!

'It's not like you can sing anything!! Eighteen more!? Assemble some more repertoire of music!?

"Isn't that a great song," Mr. Kame sailor "!! What are you unhappy about!!

'You're only dissatisfied. Why did you bring out the nursery rhyme? You're not!! Think of a situation!!

"Three friends, though. Oh, and you two are dead there. '

"You're not dead. You're just fainting!! That's why I'm not cutting this place off as a scene. What's Temee singing for now? Ah!? '

"To the girls who put their thoughts on me..."

"- Is that all you need to give me?!? Are you sure that's all right!? What the hell are you going to tell the girls?

'No!! There you go, you bastard!

"Ugh, you octopus!! Why are you now willing to debate the subtle intonation differences!! It doesn't matter if Kamomo is sailor or guerrilla in a conflict area!!

"Mr. Mercenary of Kamome...?

'Don't think there!! The sailors are hungry enough!!

"Can you eat a camel?

I don't know! Enough with the mould!! You're asking me if I can blame you for choosing a sailor for a song for the sad girls!!

'Rather, what do you think is the problem with Sten?!?

"When I was sad that people didn't show up to meet me, he would sing with an apology!! Temee hears nursery rhymes even though that's great. There!!

'I guess it was Sten who told me to sing with all my heart!?

"At least pick a song that looks good!!

"Listen to me," I said, "Everywhere."

'I won't ask!! The next step in the mould is Kolu!! Get away from the nursery rhymes!!

"Dungu, dungu, dungu, dungu, dungu"

"Ugh for nothing!! What are you singing?

A flared reel with a bright red face lying on his face keeps whining like a whisper saying no more, no more. Crain guided him through the end of the line, thinking his brother was definitely tough.

The lunch break is already almost over, and I think it's about time there was an intervention by the teachers...

"Today's lunch broadcast was sent by three people - Sten, Grindle and Veroche. Did you enjoy it? Good luck with your afternoon classes - '

Suddenly Mike's protagonist switched to a clouded voice when he said that Kamomo was still arguing about what was going on behind him. Although the text itself is probably reading the script because it is exactly the same as what you hear on the daily broadcast.

'It was fun. Thank you for being too hot -. Are you listening, Mr. Idol () in Group C. Yes, you are. Slut Pinku. Be careful on the road at night at best -. Ha-ha-ha.'

Correction, the script wasn't anything either.

If you asked me about group C idols, I would certainly have been a girl famous for being an active reader model. I never even heard of him by name, but that's not an issue right now. No, it's too much of a problem.

The voice of a girl laughing with pieces. And the controversy you hear behind it. Put that in the background, music pours out at the end of the broadcast.

It was a stormy moment, but is it free with high school students?

and the broadcast itself ran out for the next moment. No, the only thing that's cut is music.

It was about the moment Crain thought there was something still there.

'That sounded like a lot of fun. I could hear you, too.'

At that moment, once again, the school building got cold.

'No, I didn't mean it because I enjoyed it too... but the principal pissed me off. I cry because I say awesome things about not rattling them like this, I'm out. The teacher is looking to be a kind, gentle, joke-acceptable teacher... but when they do something so flashy, they have to come out. I'm sorry.'

"Ah, stuffed."

"Yabe-su..."

"Get in there -... hmm? Isn't that Yatano? Yatano, let's sing along. '

"Oh, my God..."

"Hehe... But it's also a teacher's privilege to scold students..."

At that moment, Pareen, and the glass broke.

'I won't let you get away!!

"Kupei!?

'It's no use trying to sneak out!

"Wow... Ya Ra Ra..."

"Hello, Tatsuji."

"Yes, Grindle is also a reflection"

"Gu Hi......!?

What the hell was that? Crain can also guess as much as those three noisy students were instantly turned into an untold body.

Or I'm so scared that the flared reels that lit up just now are looking to broadcast speakers with momentum that's like staring at an enemy.

"Not at all......"

Forgot to cut the audio, or something.

Mike was picking up the solitaire of a pompous, murmuring, teaching figure.

'If you want to do something so funny, you just have to tell me from the start. That would have prepared the principal to shut him up in one blow...'

What's so frightening about this?

Speakers who no longer make any noise at all.

But in the same way, everyone in the classroom, everyone in the school building, doesn't say a word.

Everything in their brains was the same.

The High Ministry is super scared (that Lori teacher will never forgive me).

Um, one person was different, but okay.

And then, it doesn't look good.