Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Surrounded.

It was too late when I realized that.

My favorite Frill Umbrella was torn by the place and the magic was already depleted. It's not funny that I made a joke, such as being surrounded by a demonic tribe of hostile forces in such a state.

The sky overlooked by the bright red moon was plumb, and the air of the demonic realm, which was usually unsuitable for my skin, combined to make me feel like I was in hell.

An amount of demons that I seem sick of just counting. There are dozens of people who don't have a lot of power in each of them, but who probably have as much skill as Sten's family if they did. This is exactly what I didn't expect to be out of style. Veroche was in a situation where he could not stop sweating cold inside while pretending to have a light margin on the surface.

"Guhehe... the fact that the current mentor doesn't have magic is broken..."

"So much for being on track...!

"I'll adore you at best, miss..."

While driven by the urge to punch my tongue, I stayed at the gibberish. I can't even intimidate you because you haven't wrapped up the dark magic. On top of that, apparently, it had also been revealed that pure magic was sobering.

"What do you want to do, this situation..."

Pompous, whining in a voice to such an extent that no one can hear you. It's not delicious. One thing is not delicious.

Flying or metastasis are two options to use to escape beyond being surrounded, but residual magic is not present, and even if there is a short-range metastasis that consumes less magic, it will be immediately sniffed out. It's almost packed when there are a few Beasts.

Speaking of which, how could this have happened to me?

The beginning and end of an unexpected questioning of myself in a sense of escape from reality. The best thing, however, was to buy time. Even though he doesn't feel much magic, Veroche has never before shown the weakness of running out of magic, etc.

Therefore, the demons surrounding Veroche could not shake off the suspicion that they might have a hand for a moment, but only stuffed the distance with a twitch.

……

Veroche traces memories in his brain as he stares at them like that.

But I can't remember.

How the hell did this happen? Sure, leave the castle as the Demon King commands, and then...

"Yea tight!! Bastards, kill them!!

"Huh!"

Shit.

That's how the demons attacked me, who cut the paralysis with no way to open it. Leaps to thoughts, approaching Veroche, who doesn't make it just one person slight in the center.

Bad, it's too late when I think.

The magic hasn't returned as much as the tears of a sparrow yet. This doesn't even allow the barrier to unfold.

"Mazu......!!

Beasts, Devils, and Undead. Numerous demons rounded out their desire to kill and attacked Veroche.

I was used to being turned towards killing. No sudden intent to kill, no surprise attack. I was used to it because I'm not sorry for once or twice.

But it's all self-defense.

Without any magic, as if powerless, the fear of being forced to ravage despair has yet to be experienced.

"Huh...!

Scary. Pure instinct makes a face.

But malice never stops.

"Die, mentor!!

"This is the end!!

Screaming, the blade, the spell, all the malice strips its fangs toward Veroche.

Awkward. But I can't stop.

The imminent demon clan strikes simultaneously as if it were converging around Veroche - a shadow that suddenly appeared in front of Veroche in the gap between the moments of the leaping demons.

"Uh-oh!!

Storm.

Due to the tremendous momentum wielded, the Demons were bounced around the house.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa!?

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

"Become...... Awwwwwwwwww!!

"Huh...?

My long hair swelled, and the product I put on my shoulder by twirling and spinning was a big axe.

The broad back turned around and the man laughed slightly at him.

"Are you hurt, Lord?"

"Ah... yes... oh, hey"

"Well, more importantly. Sorry I'm late."

Sten.

Until recently, I was even chasing a demon ghost.

But I'm curious about the way you say "Lord."

"So, Temee, what the...!?

"Am I?"

A demonic man who stood at the centre like a leader shouts with his own sword.

As he echoed that voice, the bounced-off demons rose up, making sure to surround the surroundings of Sten and each grabbed his weapon.

But Veroche understands. They can't afford it anymore, like when they were pushing themselves earlier.

That's all the beings in front of me, the beings that were standing to protect me were mighty.

In response to the scream of the man's rift, Sten relaxed and turned his body towards him.

"The Four Heavenly Kings, under whose umbrella the Commander of the Demon King's Army, Veroche, presides over" power "... the god of God, Sten. It's about you."

"Become......!! You are the god...!?

"Shit!! I told you to stop...!!

"Report!! Three hundred toward the stepping stone of the god Sten... he said it was destroyed in less than a minute...!!

"No kidding!!

Demons who can't hide their agitation.

In front of them like that, Sten slammed the axe to the ground.

A crack runs on the earth with a tremendous sound. The sound and shaking is too much to nail down the demons.

"One in two, I'll let you choose. Do you want to run away with your tail wrapped around it now... or do you want to jump your neck with regret for what our general aimed for?"

"Huh...!! to, run!!

"Can you do it!! Damn!!"

Demons fleeing like shepherds.

But Sten didn't do anything to chase him, he just stood still until one of them was gone. It's like King Jen protecting Veroche.

And a while later, when the signs of the demons disappeared.

I sighed one more sigh, and Sten looked back again, this time from body to body.

"Bad, no, we got attacked and it's late"

"Yes, no, I'm just glad you're here. More than that, the Four Heavens King... why..."

"Am I right? Anything. You pulled it in half forcefully. Well, that's not bad, and the Demon King's Army lives. After this, Rex is asking me to invite Mahjong, is Mr. Veroche coming too?

Was it?

No, it could have been. In retrospect, I also feel that way.

But the other Four Heavens and Mahjong have been busy for a long time. If Sten is here, it may not be surprising.

But there's no reason for me to go out of my way.

"Ya, don't be shy -"

And that's all I'm saying. I think so.

If it is now, and if Sten is there, isn't the world that you see different again? If there is even an unwanted friction with the Four Heavens King or the "Wheels", then there is a Sten.

"- I knew I'd go -"

"Right. So do you want to go?"

A hand that can be reached.

"Huh?"

"Oh, my God, look"

Plala, his hands wander through the void.

But what he would be looking for is obviously in his right hand.

Oh, yeah.

I've always wanted this kind of enjoyable relationship with my men.

"... let's go then -"

Reach out to the hand offered...

Around, my vision shifted.

"... Huh?

Suddenly, my vision sucks into the ground at my feet.

There is no pain. I don't have a voice. The blushing soil at his feet approaches as it is, and his suddenly bright red stained vision quickly turns dark. The feeling of a triple tube going crazy, like spinning all the way around.

And then I woke up.

"... ah"

A sandy beach that was falling and lying like it had been thrown down.

Sounds like a demonic realm, make sure the red moon is rising and sort out what the situation is in your brain.

"This place... yes - I have lost my mind..."

I tried to take Sten away on my way home.

I was attacked by Kraken.

There's no sign of Sten.

Just being alone in a place like this.

So, I think.

The dream I've been having, I'm sure.

If Kraken hadn't attacked me, by now...

"… it's inexplicable -"

Shake your head with that in mind, and pay for the sand on your hair.

Whipped on his tired body, Veroche walked out.

As soon as the magic is restored, decide to return to Demon King's Castle.