Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Empire Leadership South.

Down southwest from the abandoned village of Lehne 10 In the place of Weleto is a small town called Marmira, the town of water. Sometimes near the southwest border, an Imperial College branch is located for defense, and this 113 branch is also known as the Institute of Research. Among the empires there are many good magicians, and it is also the place that caused the phenomenon of vegetarian saturation a few decades ago to take the streets of silver to the streets of silver.

Among the imperial demons, this institute is mainly responsible for counteracting the unknown.

There is also a reason why, in case there is no reason to have an accident in the Imperial capital, a magic guide study is being carried out in this place. Sometimes the Honorary Dean, Book Mausoleum Magic Supervisor Seat V, Digire McLain, is under his jurisdiction, and it is said that in rare cases there will be no great harm, but nevertheless in case.

For that reason, today, the experiment was conducted using this institute.

I've had walls and floors smashed by the general passing ghost man before, but most of them have been repaired as well.

Graduate underground second floor.

That place, which one day was analyzing ultra-high-density amorphous magic crystals, was used today for information diffusion experiments using magic to all of the Empire.

"Shit...... ugh"

I don't care, there's one man.

"What's up? Fifth seat."

"My castle... this is such a joke...!

The man called the Fifth Seat is naturally the Fifth Seat Digire McClain.

That young man with the fitting all-back blue hair of a monocle who almost completed the analysis on the ultra-high-density amorphous magic crystal of the example and exploded to improve his own strength by extending its power to the full.

Leaning with a machete on the wall, arms next to it, he stared abominably at the center of the lab.

As usual, that room with its size there, covered with white walls on all sides.

But now, research equipment and the like were coming at the rough end of Digire. Bubbles and staff are rushing indoors.

So, what's in the center?

Something was in the kitchen.

"If you're a hobby, do it at Temeer's!!

"It's the mountains that want to do that, but it's an experiment today. That's not gonna happen, is it?

"If it's a diffusion screening experiment, you can simply talk from here. But you can do anything!! Why are you wasting all your fragrant ingredients one after the other!!

"Yes, this flour is very carefully ground in a windmill. I picked it up from the northern region of Leesas, but you can still tell by Digire how wonderful it is."

"I'm not listening to you, motherfucker!! Why are we supposed to hang out with Temeer's confectionery making!! Where did you get my research equipment?!

"Officials are making it into jengas outside."

"No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!! If you want to taste the thrill, use something else, you motherfucker!! You realize you're out of your mind by the time you build up your Precision Equipment!!

"The officials don't know because they're not very familiar with the magic conductors."

"Then Temeye do something about it!! Temee would have figured it out!!

"Of course, I'm a god."

"If you have time to be chesty, warn me. Or this fucking god!!

Wherever the person standing at the front looks like the wind blowing against the roaring digillet. While his stature is as luxurious as it is around Digire, his presence is truly magnificent. It is that person, who cannot be a man or a woman, who is Astarte Verdanava, the first seat of the Commander of Magic, the boss of Digirre.

"And then why are you so motivated, Temeer?"

"Hmm? You'd look great, wouldn't you?

"I didn't ask you, so!!

Shh, and Astarte smiles with her hands on her head. There is a white hat on the tip of the finger. He seemed to have a lot of fun making an appearance like a white pastry chef, as opposed to a digillette dressed in a black coat.

Staring at her, Digire sighs.

"Already...... okay...... Do it and go home. I'll report the results later."

"What are you talking about?"

"What?"

Really, Astarte blinked her eyes. Instead, Digire freezes without knowing what that behavior means. I waited for Astarte's next word just because it was this one who didn't know what it meant, and he couldn't get through his unpleasant feeling.

And that hunch centers brilliantly.

"Digire is my assistant. The presence of two magic directors will help us understand that this is a screening experiment."

"... what?

A cold sweat tells Digirre's cheek when she says so with her face.

And a girl showed up there where she was a Book Mausoleum employee.

"Ah, fifth seat. This is the uniform."

"... ahhh!?

White uniforms were handed several times larger than Astarte's.

Astarte Verdanava's!!

Three minutes cooking ~!!

(Dedicated BGM "The Red Peacock of Shinigami - BOSS BATTLE ASTERTE")

"You tobbed too much from the beginning, Temee!?

"I'm a god of the living."

"Don't think you'll be forgiven for anything because you're a god of the living!?

"Let's make a Zach Torte that I'm good at today."

"Listen!?

Astarte standing with her chest up in front of the kitchen and a digillette that is not located next to her.

On the table, there's butter, eggs, jam, chocolate, and it looks really ready underneath to make the cake.

"Thank you for taking the time to set up, staff. Then I'll use this stage today to make the cake. I want everyone to be able to make this delicious cake at home because this footage will be shown all over the Empire."

Are you serious around here?

"First -"

Digirre's clinging was also put through, and Astarte quickly depended on the creation of the Zacher fabric. Back up the jam, dissolve the chocolate and mix the butter and sugar together.

The handiwork is so polite, especially that even Digire, who is not interested in making cakes, will fall in love for a moment. And Astarte looks up and says with a glimpse of the blurry Digire.

"Digire, keep the eggs cracked"

"Well, I can afford that."

What is it?

"... Digire?

"What?

"I didn't tell you to squeeze it"

"You're with me."

"You can't be with me!!

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Nine Series Treasure Light Plays] -

"Voice Won't you stop bringing energy out of the phase to the absurd clap!?

"Digire, it looks like you need to tell me once and for all about cake making......!!

"No, that's fine."

"Don't hesitate… let's start with a pound cake because you don't even know to separate egg yolks from egg whites"

"Zach Torte is no good!!

"Don't be dramatic -"

Astarte approaches Digirre like a ghost step by step, shaking her body like a palm flame. thumbs behind him before wondering what to guide him through, he says.

"- There's something raised in the oven"

"Is that an ant!?

"The process of baking a cake is really time consuming. The extent of the compromise."

"Didn't I show you this!?

The proud Empire subjects will understand that much.

"You're an imperial subordinate overestimating the fantasy Bali a virgin has for a girl. I always thought so!!

"Don't fool the imperial subjects!!

"I'm fooling you!!

Digirre yelling and scattering in tremendous shapes and Astarte screaming with his weapon in his hand as if he were just a legendary brave man. Don't worry, stop the phenomenon of divine erosion. It was what everyone in the book mausoleum on the spot thought.

"Not at all...... hmm?

"Oh, my God, what's wrong?"

The man in front of him is also an excellent imperial subjects. Astarte, who had no choice but to solve the phenomenon of divine erosion, noticed strange signs. No, I noticed no sign.

"I told you to keep the oven temperature at 170 degrees..."

Turning himself in, Astarte heads behind the kitchen deck. There was an Astarte handmade heat dissipation device installed there, and it was no exaggeration to say that having this would make her cake very tasty.

I should have set the heat dissipation earlier, but there was no sign that the oven was running. I tilted my neck wondering what was going on, when he put his hand in the oven.

Digire had a bad feeling about the second shot today.

"Ah. Astarte"

"What's wrong with you? Such a magical face."

"No, it's nothing. If I open it, it's gonna explode. Bye... in there, there was a cake in there for you."

"That's a bad way to say we can meet. It contains a delicious Zach torte of finished products."

"... I hope you're in there"

"... you're lying, aren't you?

Close your eyes, says Astarte.

And when I slowly open the oven.

Pilated, a single scroll fell out of the oven.

'It was delicious, but I prefer those with a little more sugar. N ~ ~ ~ ~ 86 points '

Glancing at that letter from behind the god of the living who grabbed the scroll, Digirre muttered a word "wow". And to a third unpleasant hunch today, withdraw the officials.

scattered, and at the same time dropped them off at Digirre, who signaled by paying his hand that he was in a great hurry to flee outside.

A volcano erupted.

"Yatano Hussou Arklite OOOOOOOOOOO!! Today is today!! Never!! I won't allow it!! God's wrath!! the anger of those who stand above the people!! Know with that judgment!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Digirre had one thing in mind, like any other HR.

"How much would it cost to rebuild the Institute"

At the same time as that word, which was pounded and squealed, the flash spreads and swallows Digire from lab to lab. He watched with dead fishy eyes as the research material he had bought so hard turned into dust as he tore its magic pulse rampage with a machete without a choice.