Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

A girl named Veroche Vie Atmosphere has lived a lonely life for the last fifteen years anyway.

My mother, who gave birth to herself, said that childbirth was in exchange for life, and that my father said that no man could look better with the word mad magician. There was not a single ally around her as she held tremendous power because of the magic guide she had taken over for three generations.

Even the Demon King is only interested in the power of Veroche and not more than that.

Therefore, the "third generation mentor", Veroche Vie Atmosphere, was looking for an ally, someone he could count on. Just be alone, with no one to talk to about anything.

I come and go with a demonic world full of enemies that no one can recognize, and with the earth, a nest of enemies to destroy and taught men, pushed to the politics of the Demon King's Army, but only by one man diligently.

It's good for human habits.

"There's a kid who's not even fifty yet."

"Come on, if you hear me, they'll turn it off."

'... oh scary. It's not human shredding if you're going to attack alone. "

I blocked my ears.

As a leader of the Demon King's Army, I was only struck by a spell. If you hold out that if you wield that power, you will find a little meaning in your life, even hatred and hostility will be felt by the demons who are supposed to be your companions.

My father, who is supposed to be on my side, stays frenzied, and the Demon King, who is supposed to be my boss, doesn't even look.

Only fifteen. The Demons should know best how short those years are. But why does this hit me so hard? I knew why.

Because he's a human being.

That's not even a choice.

As long as we have the name "Vie Atmosphere" and these amethyst-colored eyes, they are the object of persecution for humans. The Principality's Adventurers Association (Bravers) has an SS prize neck because it is raging around in the republic and kingdom without knowing anything about it at a young age. I don't want to give in to humans because of my childhood imprinted consciousness, but there was no place for me to be.

So even though we have to fight in the Demon King's Army. In an environment where you don't even know when you're going to get stabbed in the back.

Still, I lived hard and should have finally met him.

Finally, I should have been able to patrol.

To the demonic tribe, equal to itself and not separated from the human race, worthy of conditions without interruption: the mighty who show no aversion to what Veroche is doing.

I'm sure he can be a good partner to himself... a trustworthy, valued man.

Yes, I believed you.

"Believe me... I was there... or..."

There was one droplet stained in the ceiling, and it made a noise on the side of the grunting girl.

Holding her knees so hard, Veroche swoops to her thoughts.

In a prison where she could get out whenever she wanted to, she just looked at the cobblestone on the ground without wandering around saying that even moving was a hundred million robberies.

"I ended up... wondering what I wanted..."

It was the first time we met, because it was possible to be one of us.

So I made all those concessions, so I made all those eye spills, so that's all... I missed you no matter what.

Still hang on to him and force him into battle.

Believe me, if I win, I'll finally be with you. I want my people.

Yet.

Yet.

Why not?

"How could... the wheels... all... all..."

If you spit out the length of your memories, in the end all the endpoints were there.

"Wheels" Yurika Forklois.

All the demons who slap Veroche in the pussy, use color eyes, and make small fools walk admiring Yurica. Without even looking at Veroche, he just blindly swoops at that dazzling girl.

I had as many thoughts as I could because I was unattractive or because she was cute.

But what underlies all of this is the point that "I am human."

So get all the "wheels" that are supposed to be in the same class.

I was supposed to exchange pairs, and only one person was taken away from me who could finally be an understander.

"Ahhh..."

If you notice, the water droplets spilled on the ground are not leaky water from the ceiling.

The strength I swore to my heart that I would never show my weakness was decisive.

I'm sorry, I'm sad, I can't help it.

So.

So.

"Why... guys... why... me..."

- Aren't you a demon?

I shook it off as a weakness in my heart. Always, always, I shook my wear.

Because that doesn't make any sense. Because such fantasy is of no value.

But, but still.

Still, I can't help but think. What's the matter? Weakness immediately makes a face.

If I were a Demon, I wonder if this would not have happened.

A bright future, a lovely past and a full present.

It's in the hands of other demons, as a matter of course. I wonder if that was also handed out to me. I couldn't help but think so.

"Grandpa... how did you get into the Demon King's Army... what did you think, from man to man... did you saddle the Demon Nation... I... did I not... have the right to choose from the beginning..."

Grandfather Shanoar Vie Atmosphere.

Only with the great magician, Veroche has heard.

With tremendous power, he fought through the earth with his predecessors, Glasper Eye, the most powerful Demon Warrior.

That's what they say.

But it was the signs that wielded that power that made him who he was. Why did you join the Demon King's Army and why did you betray humans? I don't know anything about that. I haven't been informed.

If my grandfather lived as a human without joining the Demon King Army.

If so, then that would have been, wouldn't it have been happy?

If you're a demon, you're a demon, and if you're a human, you're a human.

I wanted to be clearly stained with one color or the other.

This filthy gray self right now doesn't even know where to go.

Everywhere I go, I feel like they're going to take everything away from me.

"... what can I do..."

Therefore, I didn't care about everything anymore.

The fact that the Demon King ordered me to exercise caution in prison for a while. What can be seen with any eye from the demons.

Nothing, I don't run away. I don't even have the strength to run away. If you get out of the castle of the demon king, you can sense the demon king in the boulder, but now that you're in your own tower (no), you don't run away.

"... but... I knew..."

No.

Everything is a lie.

Because it doesn't matter who's the enemy anymore. So at least.

At least that demon ghost... didn't want the wheels to take it away from me.

I found only one, a windmill that has nothing to do with humans or demons. I was wondering if he would end up under the same demonic girl. Just thinking so, it was painful.

So.

So.

"No, Lex told me to keep it. - Seriously! Open up. You just saw me. Hey! I saw it, but no!? Is that Temeer's brain miso or the freeze-dried Katikochin!! Enough. Look at me. Don't fuck with me. I'll tackle you nicely with this stunning shoulder! Get out of the way, Sten Shoulder Buster!! Hiccup - I don't see an iron lattice... Uh-oh!

Bagi, and the squeaky sound of an iron lattice and the sound of iron tumbling down the stairs as it were.

Along with that, the sound of rolling down as you hit your body with some hesitation.

At the end of the day, a loud noise sounded and Veroche could also understand that something had fallen into the dungeon.... No, really, I knew better. Because Veroche knows only one fool who can tuck into an iron lattice and fall through a door.

But now, it's too cruel for him to come here like this.

"... well. Ma, the burger shop will come anyway, and you'll be fine. When the Demon King arrives, he dies. Help me, it feels like Yurika. Hiding on my back is that too... kill me and run away? No, no, no, no, before the demon realm comes out. That's it. You must be dragged underground like hell... just to the Underground Empire"

The sound of waste kicking the cobblestone.

Don't come. You must have gotten to Yurica by now.

Yeah, I even got out to my throat, and it still doesn't sound like a voice.

You're expecting it, that's it, and still.

Thoughts that go around like that.

It's painful, I don't like it, I can't help it.

Hope you don't poke any more despair at yourself.

But still.

"Ugh. There was a chaotic moon explosion earlier, but this dungeon is intact."

"... I used to come back out of it."

"No, don't look at me with those white eyes. Don't put your hands around me again, 'cause I might be a dick."

"... what can I do for you..."

Bite your lips off and stare at the tight sten.

Same looseness and appropriateness.

Bobby and I scratch his exposed chest from the dressing and he looks somewhere difficult.

What are you trying to say? I want you to leave now. I don't like it, I want you to deny it.

Conflicting emotions cause friction and have a strong fever in your chest.

If I open my mouth, I'm going to burn you to death, and I won't even be able to speak well.

Even so, Sten is as relaxed as usual.

Mr. Veroche has something to ask you.

"... now what"

"Why did your grandfather join the Demon King Army?"

"Huh...!

I drank my breath.

How does Sten know that?

After a short tour, I immediately noticed. The wheels won't be very interested in Veroche either, so you probably heard it from around Rex.

That Veloche prediction fits half and is incorrect. No one is more aware of Veroche than Yurica, but no one here is kind enough to explain it.

"Oh no... as much as I want to know......! When I realized I was great, my grandfather was crazy and I couldn't help it, my mother was already dead... why me... why in the Demon King's Army... like this... Oh, I just heard that and it has nothing to do with Sten -......!! Why now...!

"It doesn't matter. You can't have nothing to do with this."

"... then heh...!! I can't help it, I don't have any allies in a place like this......!! If it's my business...! How could you...!!

- Are you on the wheel's side?

Yes, try to say it.

., stretched out as if to stop Veroche's words in cohesion.

"You seem to be mistaken."

"… what,"

"No, I'm not going to join the Demon King's Army under Yurica's command, no shards. The Demon King's army is early, but what? All aligned and into a long-lived habit. Even Mr. Veroche would still be a child. Viva, the future"

"... huh?

I'm not on the wheel's side.

The words, oddly enough, fell on my chest. Because that was my desire.

But lacking in persuasion, for a moment two sentences cease to cling, Veroche freezes with his amethyst eyes round. But then, what the hell is with Yurika?

But more than that, it's like a slap-free word being unleashed.

Now it was Veroche who lost his word.

"Hey, Mr. Veroche. What if I asked his grandfather," Why did he join the Demon King Army? "

"... Yes?