Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

A pair of teenage girls and blackcoat youths were going down the wilderness streets named "Pathways I Want to Step Into". There is already a figure of the town's outer gate in front of me, and the girl stares in nostalgia at the sight.

Town of Strum, the state capital of the former Gorzon province.

Such a town, much lonely due to the influence swallowed by the state of Leidore and the pressure from the Empire. Of course, Central Avenue is quite busy, and the residents are there, but when you go a little back, the ruins still stand out.

Is that a claw mark of war, or is it because they set up a repression?

In any case, it wasn't as glamorous as it was when I was only five or six, and that's what Justa missed a little.

Digirre and Justa entered town through the outer gate. Looking around and seeing him blow a few words into something like a pocket watch he took out of his chest, apparently he's also making regular reports on his assignment.

Digire slowly took off his black coat from it and put it on his shoulder. On his right hand, the great sword, and on his left hand, his appearance of lowering the coat off his shoulder, combined with the good body and the poor face, scattered the surrounding folk, but the person was slightly hurt by the fact or his expression was distorted.

"No, of course not."

"... I don't know what else to do, if I were walking in a black coat, I'd be hitting on a guy like you a while back. I can't help but get tired of flying."

"Don't treat me like a fly!?

Digirre just rattles his nose against Justa, who turns half an eye.

Walk down the dust-swept, clean dirt path in the hustle and noise of the people.

"... it's changed."

The sight of Justa, who twirls and looks around, shows how many shops and people go out with him. But I couldn't really feel the atmosphere where the fun was laid down, as I used to.

One in ten shops seems to have been closed for some time, and obviously the population is declining.

From the fact that she was the chief's daughter, she felt very lonely.

"I don't care for kids like you anymore."

"Ugh! There's got to be something we can do!

"Stay out of town. What are you talking about?... I'll put this town back on track when I get the technology to move it so Temeye can look around a little bit more. Think about that now."

"............... it's also annoying to be Ichichi right"

The kid can't organize his emotions.

Justa shrugs and shrugs from behind Digirre as she shrugged.

"Sten."

"Whose name is it now, yeah, shit."

"Digire's a kid too, I'm relieved"

Hehe, laughing and dancing out in front of Digire, she seems to have regained some energy.

Digirre thinks with her eyes narrowed.

Whatever that abominable man's name is, what I told her is sincere.

Anyone can mourn something that has changed, but only a limited number of people can try to fix it.

She's only twelve, though. I'm not old enough to fight in politics no matter what I scratch. Then Digirre thought it was important to hope, enthusiasm, thoughts in his chest, and to go down the road.

… dragging it into the avenging path in easy language, etc.

"... bad chest shit, oi"

Unexpectedly my emotions became words and leaked out of my mouth.

I have had the experience of acting on my own mind, dyed with anger, and raising the Demon Nation to a blood festival. If you're referring to that as revenge, I guess so. In fact, Digirre still hates just hearing about the Demon Nation, and then the Demon King's Army took for granted.

Nevertheless, there is no instigator similar to a girl walking in front of her in the context of her choice of avenging path. She was used at an early age and instigated to choose this avenging path. With anger, I've learned to erase the lives of others.

Of course, her past is not something Digire can say anyway.

but the blade of hatred is experiencing the weight of the blade itself, so I think. Those who exploit the emotions of those who dwell purely in darkness for personal gain must never be forgiven.

In that sense, this mission to the Republic may have been just right.

Boys and girls with experiences like hers will never be alone.

The darkness created by the republican militants, the anti-imperialists. It is a heavy sin to fan one's oppression by saying that it is at the hands of the Empire that one strikes against the people.

"Hey Dezilley. What are we going to do?"

"Lunch. Don't you have some delicious diner?

"Uh, yeah. Probably, if it's still here."

Justa speaks up just a few steps ahead of Digire.

Originally this place should have been the state capital. Many people, for example, seem to know her face, the daughter of the chief, but until now there is no sign that she has been found out. While twisting his neck wondering what it meant, Digirre thought about eating somewhere for a moment looking at the line of shops along the street.

Justa glances around for a moment, pointing to the road beside the street like he found something, and invites him over here.

"Surprisingly, the road is solid."

"What do you think the state capital is?... well, ex."

With her lead, take a road off Central Avenue. Housing is also mixed, and the zoning doesn't seem to be very well organized. I just got into a crooked detour and find one down sign. There were two cats, wooden doors under that sign like they were chasing each other's tails.

"Hello -..."

Probably, huh?

As she slowly pushes the door open, the cowbell mounted on top rings dull. And she panicked and pulled her face as if she had guessed something.

A yell echoes across the door before Digire, who was behind him, visits him "What's up?"

"- Ugh!! Can you pay for something like this!!

When Justa looked indoors as he sneaked a peek, it seemed that the clerk of that narrow store with only a counter seat and a customer were mopping. Red-faced to alcohol, man in armor. The helmet seemed to be coming off because it was just after the meal, but the inflexible body and its bald head have issued an unusual intimidation, and the clerk-like young man has his expression distorted as if frightened.

But still, I guess there's some reason you're eating down.

Something like that. Seeing the screams of the man earlier and the number of bottles of liquor rolling around him, it was easy to guess.

The dishes are also overlaid with several obviously finished dishes with sauce.

I can't pay for it. So, it's not very much, but there's nothing I can do about it as a store.

Seeing as there seemed to be no humans other than the customer and the clerk, Justa watched the interaction with an objectified gaze that it would be easier to put on the profanity.

More concerned than that is the armor of the customer.

There were a few of them when I walked into this town with Digire. This armor doesn't belong to Golzon soldiers, let alone the Raydoor armor I know. And there is no army in the Empire.

What the hell?

"- That even if you say that, you've been served so much, you can't afford it."

"- It was so bad!! Temee, I'm not gonna let you tell me you don't understand the armor of this conductor...!?

"- No, the..."

But it's a superfluous word and deed in power.

When Justa thought that he should still complain, something that wasn't his power opened the door.

Leave Justa to relax and look like a young man who once goes back. There would be no reason to say now, such as who it is.

"- What the hell, Temee!?

The red-handed, turning man suddenly turns back to the young man who came in, leaving him smelling like liquor in reverse. I don't know if it's because of the liquor in it, but apparently he didn't even have an eye for the great scythe he he had.

He flies his cancer toward the long-sleeved youth to hold onto him, and grabs his chest, in a low voice, the man says.

"If you're complaining about me, you're dealing with me..."

At that moment, the heavens and the earth flipped.

He stares at the thoughtless young man when he realizes he has been knocked down from his brain to the ground and rolled over.

"What are you doing?"

The back of my shoe hit my face before I said everything.

His face was flashly attached to the ground, and his heels burst further into the dovetail without being able to say anything.

"Yay..."

Don't throw up in the store.

"Kupei!?

He was kicked up in the jaw for a spin before spitting something up unexpectedly because of the feeling of built-in upside down. I can step on that hand as I groan and try to pull out my hips sword.

"I don't want to. So!?

"What is a special conductor?

"Oh, hey, hey, suddenly..."

The strength of the heel crushing his hand doubled.

"I am. Right!! It crumbles!! Stop it!!

"What is a Special Advisor?

"And I don't know. Right!?

"... crush the third time"

"And the special conductor is the demon conductor only Raydoor's chosen soldiers will be appointed!! I can use the magic of manipulating demons!! That's all!!

"Demon Clan......!?

"He said it would crumble. Yeah, yeah!!

From a screaming man, a digillette who can get her legs off, as she noticed. Obviously in character, I guess I assumed not. The man desperately tried to escape and headed to the store exit, with a blunt impact on his back.

"I was avoiding and kicking my armor because I thought it was annoying, but what, that's moronic"

"Gape!?

Armor sinks, shoe marks firmly on the back.

A voice from his back to a man sewn to the ground.

"Pay up. Don't bother the shopkeepers."

"Hey, there isn't! Really!"

"... well. Shit."

"Kupei!?

When he put a thoughtful kick in the man's forehead and stunned him, Digirre took off his armor and swept through the little magic stones that the man had and the jewels that were lowering to his chest, he gestured and buried them on his shoulders, passing next to Justa with a tight expression and disappearing somewhere.

Minutes of silence. The clerk couldn't say anything, and Justa couldn't speak because she had stopped thinking.

Digirre, who came back a little, barely said to the youth.

"If you're going to do business in a place like this, you're going to hire a powerful guy. Well..."

Sitting in front of the clerk over the counter, keep going.

"- What's for lunch today?

I guess we've been through a lot of rough stuff. I know you're also a specialist when it comes to fighting. I also found out in him that the current series of flows was probably the most correct.

But on top of that, Justa said.

"Forgiveness..."

"I've dumped it on Central Avenue. Nothing. Someone will recover it.... What's wrong with you?

"Heh!? Oh, yes!! Hey, today's lunch is sautéed Glen Pork and hallbread, bean soup!!

"Then I'll have two of those. Oh, don't worry, I'll pay for the guest I was with earlier."

"Yes!!

If I say something weird, it kills me. But did you think?

Justa picked up a bottle of liquor scattered on the floor and put it out on the counter, as he gave up somewhere after seeing the relative clerk in a tremendous amount of tension on Digire, who put the monocle back on.

"Well, I think it's awesome that you did all that flashy and didn't break one, yeah"

"Why are you looking so tight, you?"

"I thought it would be a little neater to beat the crap out of a guy in the store... but I thought it would be pitiful to get there."

"Reward. That's unacceptable. You can't take revenge on me."

"... I'll give it some more thought around there. So don't tear it up."

"I didn't mean to tear you up, motherfucker."

Have such a light conversation with Justa sitting next to Digire.

Meanwhile, the clerk was cleaning out the liquor bottle served to Justa as he bowed his head to Pekopeko.

but he glanced at the faces of the two guests and froze in an attempt to work on the cooking.

The clerk shrugged a little when Digirre tried to ask if something was wrong.

"... princess?

To the words, they both look like they chewed up bitter bugs.

"Yah, I found out"

"…………………… Ugh"

"Hey, Digire. I don't know how much anything will react to that. Hey."

"It doesn't look good or something, that's not the dimension. Too harsh."

"That statement is too harsh!!

Whew, and seeing Justa just biting at Digire, the clerk was making his eyes black and white.

but. Both Justa and Digire see a drop of muscle flowing through their eyes.

"Oh, hey, eh!?

"Princess Justa!! Did you still!!

Unexpectedly, he opened the end of the counter and the clerk popped out.

And when I came before Justa, I knelt and drooped my head at that place where there was more unilateral assault than brawling earlier...

"Oh, I don't know if you can remember. I remember you visiting me so many times when I was in here with an apprentice......!!

"... yes, it was"

"He lived. Princess Justa was alive. That's it, I'm senseless! I believed you, that you are alive...!! I'm sure my parents and everyone will be delighted!

"Oh, good. The master is alive."

"Of course!... Now all the Golzon ninjas were under the sheikh of Raydoor, the"

It's more important than I thought.

Justa and Digire looked at each other before looking at the clerk in front of them.