Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

"Dear Mr. Garrafus!!

A voice rang from behind me to an old man walking down the corridor relaxed and sunlit.

He turned loose in his mouth as he remained in a favourable style.

Garrafus Welseia.

Having come into contact with some passing demon ghost and given the rude ten-million-dollar nickname Monkey Happy Day, etc., he is actually enough of a man to be called "Dear" if he is where he should be.

After all, it was a magnificent man before he turned around.

Once he bows his head deeply, he inquires into Galafus with that look on his face that makes his haste seem plausible.

"How long the hell are you going to be the chief of Raydoor......!

"How long will it be before I hear something strange? Non is only a one-time ninja. It's only natural that Shinobu moves with her husband's life."

"But our Golzon chief... now that your son is dead, what we should do is..."

"- You're doomed. Where is Noah?"

"Huh...! Oh, no!

"No one survives. Golzon State perished and was absorbed by the Raydoors. More to the point, very few Chiefs did not fall in the battle two and a half years ago. Raydoor has become a major force, and Noh, etc. is nothing but a diner. There's no place to get up again."

"Give it up, it's too much...? It's awesome because you tell me to live my life as the sayings of that Raydoor sheik Shrark, and to be a ninja who throws away his life with easy money, as just a river native, and throw away his dreams!!

But Garrafus laughed at the words of his mourning.

Knowing that he wasn't the only one in front of me right now, and that a lot of other former Golzon people thought the same thing, I truncated that Garrafus had no choice.

"to it."

"... Master Garrafus?

Garrafus turned his back on the man.

While I realize the gaze of a man staring anxiously from behind at him who could even begin to walk.

"Non gave way to the governor. I think it's better if you live with a single ninja. Ten years ago."

"So that's what it doesn't matter!? You also ruled the land of Golzon!!

"... I didn't rule. We just lived together as ninjas."

"Oh no..."

To the stunned man, Garrafus took a step forward without ever turning around again.

Maybe he doesn't even have the energy to come after him.

There is no chance that Garrafus will take the lead and rebuild Golzon State. That's what I assured you. It is self-evident that a man would not work with it anymore if he did not happen to raise his voice.

In such a situation, how can I be full of energy?

"Sorry......"

Yes, a small whining word will never reach anyone's ear.

If so, Galaphs would not have noticed the words uttered by the man with a sobering thought.

"At least... at least if the princess is alive..."

Princess. I don't know if that person, painted by a man on the back of his brain, is fulfilling and living.

If the information is unknown, Raydoor Sheikh Shrek himself told me that no information has come in since then.

Neither this nor this is due to this situation where the ninjas in Golzon cannot move as they think. Thus, while they were teething, they had not been able to take any action in the end.

Because there was no chance that he would be safe against Raydoor right now.

"A piece of mysterious beads?

"Oh, yeah. There's one in my body, too, Soitz. Actually, it's a plaything."

"That's how you put it from the beginning. What is it, Mitsudo-chan?

"Ultra-high-density amorphous magic crystals. Shit. It doesn't have an outer shell, either. So of the embodied mana itself -"

"It's fine because it doesn't bother me. Nothing. I'm not interested in research."

"I knew I'd kill you, you fucking kid"

"Why does that happen!!

A street that runs on a reddish earth, leading from the port town. Originally famous as a clay region, the land had already become obsolete. Along with the fact that it was originally a cold area, its cold has increased even further due to the temperature changes that took place a few years ago. Therefore, there are not many grasshoppers.

Two people walking down such a street.

One was a long-sleeved young man. Monocle in blue hair, and a huge giant dagger on the back and a distinctive black coat. As soon as the viewer sees it, he'll know he's the magical conductor of the Imperial College Book Mausoleum. Its outing was a little floating in this republican territory.

The other is a lot smaller than the young man next door. height only to the extent of his hips and a bandana wrapped around his head. And light armed. Seems like an adventurer (Braver). That look doesn't really stick considering her age.

Such a chiggly combo was complaining about Gyagi and each other, but they were walking together.

"So, what's the bead piece of that mystery?"

"This is your job, right? I just thought you'd know that if you got here."

"It's a little bit of a digillette around you for agreeing to what you're getting to."

"Temee, shall I really crack your brain?"

The young man who reaches for the great sword on his back - Digire McLain.

Conversely, the little girl was rushing to distance herself when it came to her. Can't anything be a battle, or is it just a pose as far as its loose mouth goes?

I don't know, I wasn't a vendetta.

"I've been looking around a lot, too.... It didn't take long to realize there was something wrong with Raydoor's chief. Really, I should have doubted it sooner."

"Kids only think things through narrow horizons. Hey, that's it"

"Then I'm not a kid anymore. Please, call me by my name."

"... forgotten"

"Ohhhh! Justa! Justa Welseia! Remember!"

"Say no."

"Why!!

Digire responded with white eyes to an angry child opponent with his octagonal teeth protruding.

- I don't know, I don't seem to be able to. That is the honest view of Digire.

Maybe there's no choice. I just heard a little bit about the situation, but I was finally betrayed by someone I thought was one of them. Such a little girl.

Only one, if you ask, isn't even better than yourself.

Well, mental wear wouldn't be the norm either. Because I think so, Digirre dared not to try to touch him and let him arrive as normal. She should know that, too. You know what I mean. But I guess I'm anxious and anxious around checking it out like I did many times earlier.

Why should I care so much about the kid? Shit.

Digirre said looking ahead to Justa as she held onto the unexpected desire to say it in a sigh mix.

"More than that. Where is Eisenhardt?"

"I think it's a church country now. I'll be home when the mission is over."

"Where are you staying?"

"I'll tell you when the mission is over."

This is it.

Eisenhardt is now in the Patriarchate, visiting the tombs of other five heroes. The information did also receive Digire. But there's no sign of this Justa ever opening his mouth about stories like where he lives.

I'll tell you when the mission is over.

That means nothing more than that Justa will be with us until Digire performs his mission, more importantly.

"... ha"

"Why don't you just look at people's faces and exhale?"

"Come on, I don't know. I don't know."

"Heh, that's what I'm saying. Heh!?"

Even after that, you must be willing to stick with me.

Digirre looked up at the sky cursing her luck as to why she was being this way. I was wondering if I could ever escape the curse of a kid at work or on a trip ahead of me.

By the way.

"Ah?"

Justa took the map out of his nostalgia. Seeing that, a blue muscle floats on Digire's forehead.

"This is why I'm here now, but the republican classification has changed quite a bit and it's hard... something Digire"

"Temeer, that's my map, right?

"I think my coat pocket is inadvertent. There's an excellent ninja next door, so it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, okay!!

The iron claw is heavily covered and Justa's body floats in the universe. A glimpse of the parchment map from her hand confirmed the route to Leidore State. Compared to a few years ago, the place known as Leidore has swelled several times larger. Even though the number of Chiefs is lower, Raydoor Chiefs are subject to mutilation from the Empire. The only reason I can't get my hands on it is because I won't let you grab my tail.

Pa, and the moment I let go of my hand, Justa falls off his ass in a grand way.

Digire walked away, leaving her butt in pain.

"Oh, wait!

"I'm heading to Leidore State for now. Not as good as reconnaissance. Why don't I kill Raydoor Sheikh on the spot? Fact cover-ups, evidence obliteration. Book mausoleum will do it well. It's best to leave it to the professionals on that path."

"Really, Imperial College is a scumbag."

Justa rushed back next to Digire.

Her eyes and eyes. Digire said with his nose, trying to keep going.

"Take it easy for Temeer to arrive. But now I'm going, and that's what made that short life of Temeer a mess. Are you ready?"

"... pitiful story, though a little scary. It's not like I'm the main one, so I'm fine."

Gu, and held his hands in front of his chest, and Justa nodded as he told himself.

In the end, Justa has been betrayed many times in this life.

My parents, who I was told would always be with, died, Raydoor chiefs kept fooling me, and I was heavily hidden from people who thought I was one of them.

In such a life, I often still keep my sanity.

But that sanity must already wear off badly and break lightly.

Next time, if something betrays you.

"Let's go, motherfucker. Temeer's former owner."

"Are you willing to make things rough from the start?

Justa arrives behind a walking digillet without even trying to hide her anxiety.

State of Leidoa, Republic. Gradually, and gradually, actors were beginning to align in the land.