Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Veroche Vie Atmosphere was in a good mood.

Because the demon ghost (idiot) finder that I developed worked perfectly.

A few days out of the Demon Realm Underground Empire.

She was alone in her thoughts as she climbed the cut pier of the Alphane Mountains with a black frilly umbrella. With a symphony of noses, arcing at the mouth without appearing.

Now I don't know when I've been thinking about it.

But what I remember is what happened in the Patriarchate.

Though the memory is dabbling, the trajectories in the diocese do not differ very significantly.

In the end, there was only the title of mentor, because both are flourishing.

Of course, the mood difference is huge.

In a situation where no one has company, you can't see anywhere, such as someone you can call family. A trajectory I walked "before the alteration", which was celebrated by the rank of mentor and others and had been exposed to heartless words by my men who had no trust, credibility, asylum, loyalty or snare. In the spirit of being such a mess, I think I've often been decent.

No, I shook my head.

At that time, if.

If I had ended up disconnected from Sten, and at reunion in the demonic realm underground empire, I would have been under Yulica's command. By then, I might have already broken through the critical point and lost my sanity. Because he was my last hope that he might be on my side.

I hit a few, powerful demons. I can't have a demon clan like the one already in the demon empire. I already belong to a faction somewhere, and I look down on humans, needless to say, and think of them only as livestock and prey. There can't be anybody who thinks they're going to be one of them.

Even on earth, there were many famous demons. Nevertheless, it was mostly after being driven away by the most powerful magical conductor, Eisenhardt K. Fangini, or by Randolph Zanargand, the top godson of light in history, or by Astarte Verdanava, the head of the magical conductor, or S-class Braver Aleia von Galusia.

None of these are fierce men who don't even know whether to fight Veroche. She is a dark magician, but she has no ex or child when she is skewered during chanting because she is not influenced by how many "national samurai (narabitat mononashi)". It is crazy because of assumptions, such as not being able to make it at a rate of about the world.

For that reason, all that remained was the Demons who had built on their strength over the past two years. Even though there were only a few of them, there were no such people as "human" girlfriends. Rather than that, I can tell you that that demon ghost was the only one who could talk properly.

That's why I enjoyed my contact with him.

He seemed to be in shape over there, and I think he was very wary because of his family's presence. Oh, and when it comes to not having the experience of being cared for unconsciously or not sprouting little jealousy, it's a lie.

The battle in Eden had a verse where I was a little distracted myself.

Now that I remember it, I also feel like I've been mumbling embarrassing dialogue for a long time.

"Be mine, …"

Reddening her cheeks a little, Veroche shrugs a little. No heart or strength in my hand holding an umbrella.

The words I screamed out of my selflessness must have been my unhidden heart.

I was really, really looking for an ally from the bottom of my heart then. Because nobody was there, nobody turned to me. Loneliness is very unfilled by the little word loneliness. Heavy, hard blame bitterness was even eroding her.

"... finally,"

Step by step, climb the mountain path. I know he's on top of this.

Nothing, I can fly in the sky, but I'm just in the mood not to. I came all the way down the mountain road, and Veroche thinks it's important to show it off. The hard-working and healthy girl is cute, etc. in the form of a half pelican Yulica had spoken of in good spirits, but the truth is, Veroche seems to enjoy it.

A little, though physically.

"... strength, I don't have it. Than I thought. I'm going to travel, or I'm going with the journey madness, but this is not..."

and exhale a little louder. My breath is white because I have come quite high.

I guess it's because of this dress that I don't feel particularly cold. Nevertheless, shoes are quite difficult to walk. I thought I'd float him, and I knew I'd stop. Almost there, and that's about it, I'll be patient.

By the way.

"It's called Yurika, it's called that family leech, it's called this vampire... hey that guy, isn't the woman overcaught? Because it's about me, you don't even have to notice... well, fine."

The gift he gave me, fifteen years of fun days. I no longer have the title of mentor, and I live with a dear grandfather and a slightly annoying sister. That was a lot of fun. It's a little subtle about whether you've experienced it or not, but it's firmly engraved on your chest in the form of memory.

I had to back off once I got that stuff.

This is why I owe Yurika a little for accompanying me on my journey into the past, and once again, I thought I needed to have a proper dialogue. To myself, with the family I was having at some point.

But that's over, too.

After all, Veroche hasn't been able to get just what he wanted from the beginning.

Instead of wanting him, I got fifteen years of important time.

So.

So I'm gonna go get it now.

Because of this, I don't know why, but he's traveling alone now.

Then you can keep it that way. You can walk next door.

Now that there is no title of mentor, besides being the granddaughter of mentor Shanoir, it is not particularly necessary from the demonic world. As a solo force, it is considerable, but that is all.

Then fine.

If you like, have fun traveling.

"It's the first time I've ever been able to walk outside in such a clear mood..."

Step-by-step that was going small. Looking down, my black mule had just finally stepped into a flat spot. Often, I think I've been walking with these shoes.

And.

"Finally, we're here -. Ah Shindo..."

We made it to the summit.

Grimoire x Reverse - Reborn God Romantic Tan

The Land of Scrolls: The Demonic Ghost Republic

"Ya, stick around, Veroche... I didn't even think I'd be traveling side by side with Veroche a while back"

"That's right. 'Cause, Sten, you were scared the hell out of me."

"Bibi, I'm not freaking out!!

"...... Djoto"

"Don't talk to me. Don't talk to me. Don't do it."

Not long after Veroche visited the summit of the Alphan Mountains.

Two shadows descend a little down the mountain path.

One is a Japanese man walking in light footsteps. A young man with dark hair, wearing a three-time cassette.

The other is a blonde girl wearing a gothic dress floating next to her.

There is no such thing as turning around in a combination of two people with a different atmosphere. Such was not the case with travellers visiting this place, and thus the two continued to descend the mountain without being particularly vigilant about their surroundings beyond what was necessary.

The phase remained the same, and Veroche was in a good mood.

Loosen your mouth for fun, young man - float next to Sten and follow.

"... because this is how I dreamed of traveling with Sten without thinking about anything unpleasant -"

"Yes, hey. Well, you did a bad thing before."

"No. That's okay. Before, I was too forceful..."

"Yes, no."

"Yes ~?"

As I thought of it, Sten put up one finger.

Whatever he does, Veroche peeks into Sten's face without being particularly alert.

Her amethyst-like half-opened eyes and her long eyelashes moved tightly, while Sten opened his mouth.

"Brother, did you stop calling me?

"Ugh... here's the thing... do you want to be a little embarrassed after all..."

"No, it's fine."

"Ha, sometimes... Sometimes like this... yeah"

"Am I?"

Let her face down gently, Veroche says in a squeezing voice.

I didn't know you were such an expressive girl in the first place. Sten looked at her reddish cheeks, always downer, even as she rounded her eyes, and raised her mouth angle just to say she saw something funny.

"I knew... even if I had memories, I didn't feel it... only when I missed something like my family..."

"Ooh. None of us are going to force you, and I figured you'd be more used to being called by name, so that's fine with me, too!

"Yeah, yeah. Let's not do this. This air, it feels like poison."

"I didn't like it that much!? Sorry!?

Next to Sten, who rewears the cassette three times, Veroche turned his back on his mind and turned forward.

Well, even if you just exhale a little, it's a matter of sorting out your feelings. Former Demon King's Army mentor, Poker Face is solid.

"... what are you doing, Veroche?"

"No. Nothing?

... happiness or joy?

To hide those things was intolerable.

"That's right, where are we going -?

"It's an empire for now. I think this search is probably in the Empire or the Republic behind it."

"Ugh, does it look like a northern republic in this cold weather... the style of jumping into heavy snow and turning yourself into shaved ice?

"You're a pretty splatter thing. You're fine with it, aren't you?!?

"Well, I didn't sprinkle syrup once or twice."

"Wonder if you wouldn't say syrup!?

Skirting. In fact, it is a specialty sold in Japone in the Grimoire Lancer series. Four types: red, green, blue and yellow. That would probably be equivalent to strawberries, melons, blue hawaii and lemons from a player's point of view. It is a "little local value recovery item" that is common in RPGs that can recover trace amounts of HP in addition to each state abnormality.

By the way, Sten still doesn't know what the hell Blue Hawaii is.

"Empire, empire.... Well, Sten has Kasashi three times - and I'm human too - so isn't it okay? The problem is not to be found by self-employed people carving numbers on their backs, but..."

"The Commander of Demons sounded like a shitty profession at once, that rhetoric!?

"... Um, Sten"

In the middle of all that crap you're talking about. Second, Veroche's motion stopped.

Sten turned around to see if anything had happened to her, who had originally floated next to Sten.

Shh, Veroche pointed his finger.

To Sten.

"Am I?"

"That... if I remember correctly -... you didn't when you met me in jail... did you?

"It...... oh, these kasas?

No heart or the tone of Veroche's voice is low.

Half-opened eyes, oddly sharp. I don't feel that way or not, like I'm haunted to the hegemony for some reason, like the dark magic is already drifting around me.

"That's right... that's," Kasa-san "... yeah, I know about the effect that comes with that kasa-san, too, former mentor. Reducing slashing is certainly a good thing for Kasashi."

"Ooh. I like it a lot. Thank you so much."

"... that's about the holder of sword magic, right...?

"Oh, to Yurica - sayin '!?

"Shit."

"Why did the Chaotic Undermoon plunder your head now?!?

Sten screams in a cold sweat mixture.

But Veroche kept his small, dark grin intact and turned his eyes to Sten.

"No, it's cute jealousy -... see, to my sister"

"Oh, well... your sisters are fighting."

Seeing Sten hastily put back on his cassette three times, Veroche thought.

Something, myself.

Is that just jealousy of my sister after all, or what?

At least, I hate it when the guy in front of me just seems to think he's jealous.

"Well, no. Let's go, Empire."

"That's right."

With a nasty sweat, Sten sighed one thing.

But naturally this is not the end of his ordeal.

Does he realize?

In this state, what it means to enter the empire now.

Wendell, soak up the plateau and see where it leads through Hannah Hannah Forest.