Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

"Do you want to smoke?

"... right, let's have it"

"Yeah, yeah, that's a good thing."

From the edge of the Atmosphere family, overlooking the garden for two. I didn't even sit down, I stood up and watched the moon and night.

Again, reunion. In this sight, which was two hundred years ago, Shanoar turned his cigarette around and lit a fire with his fingers. Breathe loudly and exhale smoke. He raised his mouth gladly as he watched the purple smoke spread out and dissolve in the dark.

"That's when they said no."

"I don't know because I was so stuck... maybe I didn't have much room"

"So you do now. That's great. Even for me."

Sten, a demon ghost, naturally cannot bring fire to his fingers.

Chanoir's index finger is given to Sten at the same time as he receives the cigarette.

I'm sorry, I thanked him for one thing, and then Sten lit the tip the same way.

"... you can try to light a fire with your fingers or something. Me, too."

"I wonder if it would be possible if you could circulate the magic vegetables in your body that are turning to muscle strength and gather them at your fingertips. After all, I only have practice."

"I see, the circulation of magic vegetables"

Gu, Pa, grab the palm and open it, nodding one. They say magic is something that demons can't use, etc., and I never even tried it because I thought so myself.

But sure, I wouldn't know if I didn't try.

"Phew... that's good, even Cigarette"

"Well, that's good"

When Sten breathes out smoke too, Shanoar looking out at the moon is fun. It's similar to alcohol, and you're still happy to like what you recommended. I glanced at him with a glimpse of him like that, whispering like a solitaire, muttering.

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"Hmm? What?

"How, survived. Two hundred years, between."

"Do you hear that? It's not that hard for me."

In Sten's memory, Shanoar did say. Immediately before joining the battle against Astarte, he said, 'survived by contract'. What the hell is that contract?

I saw a slight unpleasant feeling, and I said it. I wonder what he sacrificed to live this far. What, in exchange for what?

Do you know something called "…" The Unspoken Scripture "?

"No... wait a minute...?

In the brain, Sten setting up a search. It's from an obedient name such as "The Unspoken Scripture," if it's in the game, remember? I still can't remember thinking with a single desire.

"... no"

"Right. A" scripture that does not speak "is a book of magic that can be deciphered only by those who can exercise such magic as to reach the truth. As much as it extends life, it's on it.... It's just a name for Scripture, it's just data, so once it comes into my head, it disappears." The Unspoken Scripture "… a line of violent information that cannot take the form of a book. So there's not much I can remember, even this one."

"You mean the age at which you exercised your magical guidance to reach the truth was the age at which it felt like a nice middle"?

That's what I'm talking about.

Shanoir, who shrugged his shoulders, looked a little older than he had been two hundred years earlier. Even so, I am still young in my mid-thirties. Instead of less old freshness, the atmosphere and sophistication seem a little more clever.

"So there's no such thing as replacing something, or sacrificing it, is there?

"... I don't. Nothing you care about. [M] Ha ha, there's no way I'd bother to do something dangerous like that."

"... well. Well, that's okay."

"Um, yeah."

To Eagle Deep. That's what he said, wiping out the cigarette, which had already been shortened, with the flame of his right hand. Once that trick is done, it's no different than it was two hundred years ago.

"What are you going to do after this?

"Hmm? I think it's time to go. Go back to the ground and look for him. He's here, and apparently the purpose of my journey isn't here anymore. He also gave me a tour of the castle."

"... right. I hope to come back and see you any time. You're not going to die that easily, and of course you are. Life expectancy is still long."

"That's right.... Let's play again"

"Oh.... why don't you show Yulica and Veroche your face?

"No, I'll just say hello. Thank you for your help."

"Right. Yeah, do that. Those kids will love it."

"You're a fine father."

"It's your grandfather, though."

Sten laughs at his grandfather, who doesn't look that old from anywhere.

And as he stretched out greatly, he turned his back on Shanoir.

"Come on, let's go to bed. Tomorrow we'll be back on the road again."

"Oh, good night. See you tomorrow."

Walk along the edge and go all the way over to the side of the garden.

If we went to the corner of the hallway to turn and look back, Shanoir was still blurry looking at the moon. I don't know what those eyes think.

'... I don't. Nothing you care about. [M] Ha ha, there's no way I'd bother to do something dangerous like that, is there?'

Remember his words.

"... you could do it."

Yeah, one thing, I squealed like I couldn't hear you, and then I turned that hallway.

and.

"... Whoa, you're awake"

"... well,"

Tongue out, of course, and she laughed. The same pity, kind of cute pink pyjamas.

"That's the gray one. Who's the blubber?

From time to time, bedtime clothes would have always been that way, Sten asks, assuming.

At least it was before I went in the past. When I went in the past, though I had no choice because it was all wild lodging... I remember the gray up and down like a sweatshirt was her bedtime outfit.

In response to such a Sten inquiry, Yurika cruised a bit with her index finger on her lips.

"... Isn't she cute?

"Well, yes."

"Cutier than wilder.... because she's cute. Hehe, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, wow."

Blink, blink. Dyed her cheeks a bit, Yurika grinned lightly. As always, he pushes the idol-specific cuteness all the way out, and yet for some reason he's adorable as a single girl.

Sten was taken away for a moment. Her cloudy expression returned to me.

"... he's gone"

"Uh, you were listening"

"You don't have to ask, I know. It's all over... I've always known you'd be gone"

"Well...... yeah. He said something about it."

"... Axe, I told you I'd tell you"

"Uh, you did"

"I can't chase you."

"... That's a shame"

"... really... are you going now...?

"Right."

Soon, they grabbed the hem of the dressing.

I can't see her face lying down anymore. But that trembling little hand conveys her emotions no matter what. The last words were as if melted and disappeared, plundered and faded and could not be heard. But in the end, the fundamentals remain the same.

Sten has his own family to look for, and some work to do. Besides,

You should kill the Shadow of the Goddess.

I don't know when a monster named Astarte Verdanava will come back to kill Sten. In that situation, you can't involve them. Because of this, I didn't feel like breaking the warm place my family was in.

"... I'm sorry, Yurica"

"... it was...!

"Hmm?"

As I told him, Pong and his hands on his head were paid.

No, rather than paid for, should I say played by a well-motivated face? Yurika's words, which poked at that moment's void, were too much to stiffen Sten for a moment.

"I liked it!!

"-"

I drank my breath.

Thin, I had noticed. Maybe she is.

But the tearful appeal, which was still directed at the front cut, has more stabbing in the chest than I could have imagined. I lost my way. My right hand swims, and I can't even move with a grabbed hem. Even during the tour, Yurika's overflowing emotions never stop.

"I like it!! You can't help it!! I can't help but like it!! Stupid, weird, living with just momentum about you...... I love it!! I don't like it!! You stupid demon ghost!!

"............... no evil, really. That was fun."

"Huh...!! That's what you say!? How much I...!!

The eyes that opened were bright red and congested. Likewise reddened cheeks make me aware of how much they say or not.

It was fun.

In that one word, the days that have elapsed since we arrived in the demonic realm are aggregated.

Get your consciousness back and meet me for the first time. Know the fun smile and the shadow that was behind the power to round you up. I feel good about it, I'm a good cook, and if I do, I'm strong.

Fly in the past, through many miseries. Get me some handmade tools. Two hundred years ago when troubles, encouragement, and still delightfully breaking through.

The density of events packed in less than a month's worth of days is colorful rather than usual.

So, Yurica...

"... it was fun!! I had fun too!! So, no!! Sten goes where he can't reach it!! Why, I... why... I don't know about the sun... I wish it wasn't...!!

"But even if it wasn't for the sun, you wouldn't be following, would you?

"... I have an army under my command... and I can never... do that. But.........!! But..., why... I don't like it...!!

I guess I haven't been able to organize myself.

Cry and bury your face in Sten's chest for the dance.

Sten laughs calmly, feeling the water wet and pungent in tears.

"It has a sense of purpose, good luck and straight. Because I know you're that kind of guy... once you say goodbye"

"... don't ever come back, stupid!!

With her face buried, she screams.

Of course, I don't think Sten is serious about that word.

Meet and break up, a constant journey. Life expectancy is long with each other, so don't doubt we'll see each other again.

"Well, you don't know. I'm gonna look at you again."

So Sten's attitude remains the same.

"... silly... bukah..."

Gusu, she kept crying, and Sten just waited until she stopped crying.

No matter how late the night goes, no matter how long it takes.

And.

"Sten......"

"Am I?"

I thought you stopped crying. Looking down indefensibly at the voice that was called after a while.

Then Yurika, with her face up, wrapped her hands around the back of Sten's neck as it was.

"...... eh"

"Huh...!?

Suddenly, her face was in front of her, wondering if she had been attracted by the force that I didn't think belonged to the girl. Contrary to Sten, who opens her eyes, her reddened eyes remain closed.

"......"

"Oh, man, hey."

At the same time as he was pulled apart, Sten hurriedly put his hand on his own mouth.

Yurika, get her tongue out, of course.

"First time, so"

"Oh, hey!

As it was, momentum entered the house with those three pairs of wings.

Flattering, Sten.

Keep looking back and looking at the night sky.

Towards the moon, I groaned.

"Today, you're not going to sleep... dude..."

To drop you off, Yurika didn't show up.

Shanoar smiled and waved off, Veroche thought a little and then muttered a word: "I will shy away from my sister this time -" he said.

Responsible for the ghost killing I'm used to using, and wearing the three-time cassette that the girl made for me, Sten leaves the demon world behind.

Set the destination for the Principality and board the ship that Shanoar arranged for us.

Lightly, he arrived at the port of Kettleburg, the port town of the Principality.

"... the demon world that was fun, it wasn't long ago"

I even slept in the boat.

I couldn't sleep at all last night, so I had no choice. The port, which arrived jumping from that vessel disguised as a fishing boat of the Principality, is already dusk, and I still miss the light of day.

"Hey, it's been a long time on the ground......!!

What, and stretch. Without even realizing the people around you are avoiding it.

And in the meantime, one young man approached Flirting Sten.

Slightly avoid the crowd in the pier.

"Ya, the ghost brother there"

"Am I?"

A young man with short hair laughed. Darker hair a little more lacquered than Sten's.

Iron blue eyes narrowed, he with some laid-back atmosphere.

"Ya, you look strong. Won't you? Nothing in this town."

"No, don't say it like a robbery. It's just sightseeing."

"Well, sightseeing...... I see."

Young people still think with their hands on their chins, in a relaxed, mindless coke-like atmosphere. Second, I put my finger up.

"If that's the case, I have one favor to ask."

Please.

In response to Sten, who brings a question mark to his sudden offer, the youth said this as if it were nothing.

"Are you interested in vampire hunting?"