Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

When you leave the main entrance of the Imperial College High Department, you can go out onto a large street called School Street. Should I call it a slightly cozy shopping district, or the street with a narrow lineup close to shopping malls, such as boutiques for students and fast food stores, should be spoken for naturally by after-school students.

Sometimes I don't particularly prohibit entry in uniform, some people enjoy dating in uniform, others work shopping with friends, and some people get into a moment of bickering at fast food stores.

He also opened a thin laptop on a chain coffee terrace with a little temperament, and some highly conscious people were even typing something into the keyboard.

Due to its proximity to the station, I also often see uniforms outside of Imperial College.

It was a rough corner, which could also be called a kind of student town.

Now, off such a busy street, about three deviated trails.

There is one small, lowered sign when you go down so detailed that there are a few too few people's streets to use for secluded encounters and places with sweet and sour thoughts.

I said pure coffee atomosphere, the name of the store that I can't even tell if it's open or not, which is a little resistant to entering at first glance.

"So, that's where the chomoranma guy says. I'm not a chomorang, Fujiyama."

"I'm sorry that I don't know why, but I think Fujiyama's name is just chomorangma, and I'm..."

"No, but it's Chomorama and Mount Fuji, right? Which one is the big one. I like chomorangma's."

"I don't think that's the same problem again."

"Then which one would you prefer, Master?"

"Chomoranma"

"Right?"

"Yeah, he should be a chomorang"

Uh-huh, and hi-touch over the counter is the customer and the shopkeeper-like person.

With seven counter seats and only two table seats, none of these coffee shops currently seemed to have guests other than students sitting in front of the shopkeeper.

Antique-style in-store. Some orange understated chandeliers go down, and the saucer placed on that table, which was laid out with mahogany, looks great.

The look of the master wearing a black tie on the black cutter shirt also matched exactly with the atmosphere of this coffee shop, the only thing floating around was the school uniform worn by the young man, the guest.

"By the way, why a pure coffee atomosphere?

"My whole family sucks when I make it my first name."

"I see."

The name of the Nice Middle Master, short wrapped in brown hair, is Shanoar Atmosphere. He has a son and a daughter, and his son has already opened a coffee shop somewhere else, and the only thing left is his daughter.

Shanoir and the youth were enjoying this moment as they blossomed into crap. The French roast coffee served is delicious again, and the young man ordering a replacement that it would be a waste to end with a cup.

Master Shanoar, who does not break the smile floating as usual and lights the alcohol lamp with sophistication.

"Siphon fire is a relief to watch."

"Warm lights still calm your instincts."

"I thought so, too, and I was burning things in the school incinerator."

"... hmm?

"Ya know, newspapers and wasted paper. I just heard about it, and the Grindle bastard brings me a bunch of sweet potatoes wrapped in aluminum, and it makes my eyes shine."

"You won't be able to bake potatoes in the incinerator..."

"But you can't say no, can you? You want to put it in? It's too hot... bong."

"... well, it will be."

"The student chairman heard it and flew in. - I thought I was going to die."

"Your student chairman is Astarte... huh?? Wasn't it? He used to come to us, but he didn't look so militant."

"... no, you're approaching with a gentle grin? Trying to escape, huh?

"Yeah."

"Grindle's asshole cried, 'Give me my potato back. Oh! He beat me to death and threw me a warehouse nearby in the name of Astarte's bastard" self-defense. "

"Hmm?"

"I turned it into a Grindle Shield, so I was safe, but the vice chairman who happened to be on the spot rolled up and ate it. When I heard the noise, a teacher flew in."

"Oh, it's all going to fit..."

- That's Yatano.

- Didn't you?

"That Lori: 'Now let's decide on a battle! Say..."

"I don't know. Something."

"The chair removal game has begun"

"Why?"

"Yatano sang to the sailor in the back, so Grindle started singing."

"Chaos."

"The moment the song is over..."

Have you settled?

"Yatano erased all three of the chairs, and I ran away because the Astarte aura was not normal because she decided on my face."

"... so?

"Every strip of incinerator was surrounded by yellow and black tape the next day"

"Someone's dead."

"Maybe."

A young man who can replace himself without poured coffee.

and looking at him like that. As Shanoir remembered,

"Speaking of which, I didn't say it, Sten,"

Tilting the coffee, the youth - Sten's eyes turn toward Shanoir.

"I've decided to remarry, this is who I am."

"Buh."

"You're dirty."

Shanoar hands over the paper napkin he had at hand to Sten, who also went into the trachea and sliced it into his cheeks. Already wiping it's mouth to his hand, the breathing sten looked seriously at Shanoar.

"How-how abrupt. Uh, surprised. Well, that's good. If Mr. Veroche stood alone, he'd die alone."

"Can you stop saying it like it's cat food over here"

"No, no, that's good. My Ocan said he was getting remarried, and I'm sure Mr. Veroche wouldn't feel bad about it."

"Well, that's good. Regards, Sten."

"... hmm?

"Hmm?"

A moment of silence dominated the coffee shop.

Only the sound of this, this, and ancient clock pendulum rings for a while.

I didn't like the sound of it.

In front of a decent Shanoir, Sten holds his forehead and circles his thoughts.

And the conclusions that came out were too much, and strange words leaked out of my mouth unexpectedly.

"Wayway. Wait a minute. I'm giving it back now. Uh, I mean, what? Master remarries, our ocans remarry too, master kolekalayorosikne, the conclusion derived from it is way"

"Hmm? I'm marrying Mr. Ibuki. This is me."

……

……

"WHAT!?

The day after that.

The Higher Department of Imperial College was, as usual, in a peaceful routine.

He descends from the rooftop saying if Braulement is, or some venue setup in the school yard with the next class of Rex Salielgate at the centre in the morning, or the student council is at war with the Wind Discipline Commission in the gym.

Looking at the view, which was roughly unusual, Sten had been attending school with his bag in his charge. It's already after ten, by the way. It is a dynamic chicok action.

"On a day like this, I want to use the school pool and the school yard for a triathlon."

"That's a biathlon, isn't it?

"Then you can bring chari into the hallway, bisecord the stairs, and then run through the school yard... hmm?

And, at some point, I realize I'm having a conversation, and I look next door unexpectedly. Tall sten, no one's next door. I purned my gaze down as it was and noticed who talked to me where I could see my peachy hair.

"Ya, Yuleeka Faulkrois"

"Whatever. Hello, Sten."

I tiptoed out my tongue as I pieced back, the girl.

My friend Veroche said slut pink. Bruised idol in the next class.

The girl, Yurika Faulkhova, is not in conversation with Sten for a moment. But she was a woman equal to her natural enemies to Sten.

"Morning... it's not even time. What can I do for you?"

"Ah! Should I talk to you if I need something -!?

"When I talk to you, the burgers are coming to turn me off. Even though the teachers are killing me every time, I don't want to turn you to your SS. Teacher Tsugami remembers well, so I can't get involved with joking with him, and he pushed everything and ran away before this."

"Because... I hate Atmosphere, and she doesn't like me, so you can't help it. How awful was that before? People's hair color is missing to say...!

"And then I don't want to get caught up in your fulfillment either, so I dismiss it."

"What?"

Why would you want to get involved in a situation where two girls like splitting popularity even in the school year are putting each other in the way with their faces poking at each other and complaining about boo-boo.

"Besides, my gaze hurts just talking to you. Giant, we're gonna swing and throw you out the window, Olah."

"Heh. You do that to a girl? If you can do it, do it."

Beh, and Shuten starts spinning like a pawn with her tongue out Yurika winged tight and intact Gurugu. Confirm the opening of the hallway window with your gaze.

"Oh, it's a lie. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Wowwwwwwwwwww...!

Yurica flew out the window and became a star.

Seeing where the water column was raised, it must have probably landed in the pool as aimed.

I wiped my forehead with a clear look I had done, and when I sighed one, the surrounding human jaw was open with momentum on the ground.

"Uh..."

A bunch of gaze that gradually turns into something that's annoying. With that willingness to see what you were doing to our idols, Sten was like one word all the time.

"I guess there's a water-wet idol in the pool now..."

How much.

I think Sten is blurred as he watches the faces of reason coming off rushing down the hallway.

"No well... than the triathlons, I have to think about it. Thank you..."

The hostile girl of Yurica.

Pure Coffee Atmospheric Master Shanoar's daughter.

In other words, he is the stepchildren of the remarried......

A girl who was a good and bad friend.

I didn't know you were going to be brothers and sisters.

"... it's annoying"

I was blurry about what I would do next time I saw him.