Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The imperial capital, Grand Sil - the capital of a flourishing empire, and its place, also known as the royal ministry. But the most famous place in the Imperial City of Gran Sil was the "Imperial College" more than the Emperor's.

One day they will replace the army, a major organization that will preserve the peace of the people of the Empire.

Among them, when it came to the elite troop book mausoleum, it was the admiration of the subjects, and it could be said that it was no longer normal for such things as the Commander of Magic, who reigned at its summit, to be seen with envy and vision.

A huge building in the center of the imperial Grand Cir. On the top floor of its most majestic architecture in the iron city of Gran Sil. In the Great Hall, commonly known as "Between the Red Lotus", many people appeared today.

"- Digirre McClain"

"... Yes"

Reply like I pushed him to death, following a young voice tone like he was nervous somewhere high.

This is where the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial College uses it during the ceremony here between the Red Lotus. Now that Talos V has collapsed, the Lord of this room is a boy named Greceres, the blood muscle of the Emperor. Inauguration at a young age, treated like a half puppet. But he was so responsible, he worked so hard as a child.

A throne a step higher than the surrounding area, overlooking the entire area between the Red Lotus.

One of the most important members of the Special Forces for the country, the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Commander of Magic, called in front of him. Even though that alone would make him nervous, the summoned young man was so grumpy that he wouldn't even show his sleigh to hide from the commander-in-chief.

"Digirre McLain. I hereby appoint you, Commander of the Imperial College Book and Mausoleum, Second Seat."

"... I beseech you"

"Okay, take this."

One man, who had refrained by Greceres, offered Greceres a black folded cloth. When you receive it, spread it out a lot. In a moment, the twirl spread from those who were gathering among the Red Lotus.

Because. Written on that black cloth to show off to them as a whole was the letter 'II' sewn in large. The number of heroes who have done great deeds, which no one can avoid if they put themselves in the empire.

And the cloth that Greceres spread was a single black coat.

A testament to a fierce man engraved with a number, which only a magical conductor is allowed to wear.

"... was Mr. Eisenhardt alive?"

"What?"

Pompous, a man kneeling in front of me and drooling his head shrugged. Unexpectedly, Greceres raises his voice even smaller. Fortunately, no one around me noticed that, but even for Greceres, I can't miss hearing the words now.

"Digirre McClain... you, now-"

"No, the second seat is at your disposal… we accept it"

"Yeah..."

Digirre's eyes, which raised her face, had the power not to say whether or not she had.

When he coats him around Digire's back according to the procedure, he stands up and gives a round of praise.

Wow, a cheer to lift. Hail Thunder applause.

It's really been two years. In the second year, all the seats of the Commander of Magic will be filled.

Now that the disc stone system is in place again, the drinking happens both inside and outside the book mausoleum.

After kneeling down again to Greceres and performing the ritual of pledge of allegiance. Digirre returned to the fixed position he himself should refrain from. I am already, not in the fifth seat. With the new seating seats in mind, they're two so hard to handle that there's nothing you can do to sit next to them.

"Welcome back, Digire. Stay tuned for your work."

"hehe, hopefully it will be fun"

……

Without answering their welcome, Digire stood between them all the while.

The festival is not over yet. I'm in the middle of Greceres talking so hard about the way the Empire is going to be, the Imperial College. I couldn't help but say one thing, listening to its awkward yet feverish and reliable tongue.

"... Eisenhardt was well"

"I promised not to interfere. There's nothing wrong with him, he's fine. He's the one who recommended you for the second seat."

"... yeah, right"

Standing next to the left, a figure a few feet lower than Digire. I'm not even sure if it's a man or a woman. The name of that person is Astarte Verdanava. Putting together a magical conductor, a de facto culmination.

To his words, Digirre nodded only one thing.

And I made up my mind.

- Digire McClain, fifth seat, former Imperial College Book and Mausoleum Mage. Second seat, inauguration.

"... this way"

"Ooh. What the hell?"

Changed places, a certain mountain. It is the lead daughter who walks along the beast path without getting lost. And the youth goes on so that she pulls her sleeve. When I was old, would my daughter be a little better up there? In a very unchanged age, the sight that it is accompanied by those of the same race may not help but a few misunderstandings.

They were the same demon ghosts. Two black twisted corners strongly claim its existence.

and one virgin to follow after those two.

He winged the buckwheat sari and its black wings, and said that even the evil road called the Beast Road could not be stopped. But that comfortable passage means that sharp, red eyes on the back of your back won't let you in any way away from the two moving forward.

"It's okay because you're Sten's sister. It's okay because you're Sten's sister. It's okay because you're Sten's sister. It's okay because you're Sten's sister..."

"Flare reel, can you follow me?

"Ah, ha! It's okay!"

As the young demon ghost looks back, the look on the girl's face, called Flair Reel, changes with stiffness. The young man follows his previous daughter, complaining "Tales, hey, fast," when he nods at the full, poor flowery grin.

"Jealousy, make it emotional, keep up a lot, kid"

"... Yes, Mother Sten"

"I don't mind Ibuki... is that bastard hitting on a woman again? Besides, these kids."

"Ko, I'm not a child!

"Tales is better when you pick it up, but to that extent. He's still a kid."

Further behind such a flared reel. Sakukukuku, there was another woman walking in such a way as to know her own way. Dressed in a slightly more exposed protective gear, the look, however, best suits the word rigid and fortitude. I'm sure she's beautiful, but at least I could feel the harshness of being very out of tune with the good guys there.

"Tales!! Just take me straight to my room!

"...... Mmm!

Ibuki, the woman who named herself, leaps straight when she tells her daughter, who is in the lead.

"Hey Okan! What's going on!!

"Thank you for everything!!

"Ah!?

To see how the conversation goes, apparently the youth is softened without being informed of anything.

Then the words that cried out for boulders are also dispelled by a light grin. Ibuki, who flew to the trees, laughed at the youth.

"My dear son is back. The whole village is set for a banquet!!

"... hey, what village?"

"Bye!! Oh, you come here."

"Oh, hey, hey, hey!

"Hey okan!!

To be honest, Ibuki had no idea why the youth looked so baffled. However, Ibuki disappeared from before the three of them after breaking it off perfectly that the troubles of the youth were no big deal anyway.

Flare reels, too, in the form of abductions taken together.

The young people left behind are not accumulated, but the Tales who go forward also go all the way to the back of the mountain without getting lost, and there is no reason for them to leave.

"Hey, Tullies, what's going on?"

"... sister"

"Oh, yes, yes. Okay, sister. Is this it?

"……… compromise"

"Right. That's better than that. That's a lot of reluctance. Well, no. Um..."

"... what?

To the words of a slightly cloudy young man, Tullies, looking back, shakes its sidetail tightly and leans his neck. There really doesn't seem to be any hearts and minds, and as a youth, the confusion is even more touching.

"... village, wasn't it raided?

"... here, before?

"Well, it was a long time ago, have you, like, two years?

"... when Sten was gone?

"Oh! Oh, yeah, right around there"

Youth - Sten nodded at Tullies' inquiry.

Bite your lips. One thing, because I've noticed. It's something that Tales, Shanoir's adopted daughter, had already figured out by the time she was in this place, but history still changed.

About a month ago, Sten went out to the past two hundred years ago with the fallen angel girl Yurika. Tales, a young girl I met at that time. Surely the shadow is in the girl in front of you.

If it was original history, Sten had been destroyed less than two years ago, and he himself had been made the keeper of the tower by sealing his spirit. That's what's changing in this historical time and space, and that's what I'm curious about.

I could say that there was no choice but for the confusion to come first than to rejoice in survival.

But.

Such a confusion of Stern, Tullies turns to Stern as if even in a gutsy pose when he grips the fist of those who haven't grabbed Stern's sleeve all the way.

Those eyes shine in my ears, and I don't even let you feel the weakness of one day.

"Ha, Tales?

"... punched"

"To?"

"............... Two years ago, they hit me."

"Oh... well..."

"... Sten?

Shake the side pony hair, yeah nodding Tullies.

Indeed, she felt an unusual force from her. I know it's probably because of Ibuki's guidance. But for a completely different reason than that, Sten lost his power.

Because that tragedy means it didn't happen.

○ ○ General! ○ ○ General! and the fact that the young people were desperate to beg for help themselves, but were not fulfilled and buried in front of them one after another. Various demonic tribes burned the settlement with their magic guide, in a demonic ghost that was lightly destroyed by a trap strewn with their magic guide. And they made it look different without moving one thing, that day.

The sight of hell, it was not awakened.

"... By the way, why were you gone when it was me?

"... worried, I did. He said he was exposed to the Mad Wizard during a walk."

"That!? I'm being an asshole child for the price of peace!?

"... my mother-in-law said she'd be home soon. Sten, who came in the past, was stronger, so he said he'd come back..."

"Okan, seriously, bust it. About my son."

I'm only glad they believed it wasn't the balls to die there, and it wouldn't be anything a parent would do. I give up on the idea of what a demon ghost parent is like, and no, no, I don't think that's it. My child's heart is at least in the shtens.

And. I thought.

"Hey, Tales."

"... puy"

"Sister of"

"... hmm?

"My name, what?

"... Sten is, Sten"

"... no, that"

"... my mother-in-law, put it on. This guy is going to be that sten..."

"... wow"

……

Ugh, I exhaled.

Well, I mean, I didn't even mention the name Sten as a pseudonym, but as a result of the mess I had two hundred years ago in front of Ibuki. I was wondering if my son's name was Sten. But maybe I thought.

"... the truth is, in darkness"

"... what is it?

"No, nothing."

"... that. Ah."

"Am I?"

Ever, in the woods that have been thrust there for a long time.

The vision opened in an instant.

Nostalgia, sight.

Surrounded by mountains, basin settlements. Such a place with all the huts on the roof of the kayabuki, and almost no stores. The only thing I can be proud of is the big square in the middle and the festival in the center of it.

Such a settlement without any pieces of culture is exactly where Sten was born and raised.

"... Welcome back, Sten"

"... oh... I'm home"

Unexpectedly, Sten nodded emotionally, forgetting even joking.