Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The sound of a comfortable bug, like ringing a bell.

The existence of a bell bug is remembered in the world where Sten was formerly, but what kind of bug sounds in this world? No. Is it the voice of a bug in the first place? Maybe the huge beast nose song is making this sound, or maybe the grass is sounding in the wind again.

I didn't actually know that fact, but in any case, Sten was listening to a refreshing tone in his ear.

The time is already night. If the sense of time is correct, it would be a time when you can call it a late night already.

"... you woke up at a weird time. Not bad... hey"

Loosening his mouth for fun, Sten woke up his torso.

Quite a size bed, but a bit narrow for Sten to be a big letter. Now that you've been rented the biggest bed in the Arcia orphanage, you can see the small size of the people who live here. Rather than that, a giant like Rex would still be blessed because he lays a futon without a bed to sleep in and is a miscellaneous fish sleeper.

Because I found a place to raise the night dew, and that was also during a long journey, besides being someone I knew in Rex, I was supposed to have the lodging rented overnight today.

Veroche probably sleeps around the next room, too. Even though it wasn't a battle today, I was showing off some of my magic tricks. There seemed to be nothing magically wrong with it, but I guess caring not to harm the kids is something that needs mood more than that. Sometimes she already had a tired vibe at dinner and she was on the floor faster than Sten.

A small concert at night where you can play Rin, Rin, and.

Sten, who came out on a wide veranda in the evening where he and Rex were interested in a conversation, realized that there was an ancestor there. It was so late at night, it seemed like one kid, looking across the fence.

Capped, probably the oldest boy. Did you say Callum?

I just played around a lot before dinner, and Sten was nostalgic for the kids. If you hit even one shot at Sten, you win, and what can I say, even a burger shop - Veroche and all the girls laugh bitterly at the way he stands around shielding Rex. No one was surprised by the enthusiastic movements of some active girls or men, but ended up being ninjaed by Sten. Instead, it was a wreck.

Callum, one of them. Instead, he was a brilliant child who had recognized as soon as possible the great wall between Sten, Veroche, Rex and himself and challenged him to battle with much respect. If so, Sten remembered him well.

"Wow, to this hour...... a watch or something?

"Hmmm......? Oh, is that Sten's brother?... Well, like that..."

"You've slept more than half the time."

"Hmm... hey..."

"Look, you got a cold?

Rubbing his sleeping eyes around, his body only reaches the extent of Sten's hips.

I also think it's a big layer of relaxation, sleeplessness and temperament in a place like this, but I'm still a ten year old. Once in charge, he was slapped on the back with pessimism as he tried to take him back to his room.

"No... Minori, we have to..."

"Am I?"

Pull back the body in charge as it is, holding both sides in front. He also looks like he's giving up a kid when he's high, but neither Sten nor Callum Boy has the same fun look when he's doing that.

"You're on guard. Something attacking you?

"I don't know when the Raydoor guys are coming..."

"The Raydoors, huh?"

"... Sten's brother?

To Callum's remarks, Sten flashed his face.

In fact, some of the Grimoire Lancer II scenarios talked about republican territory.

That's exactly the story of the old Gorzon and Leidore obsession centered on Justa, and I remember Justa being a step toward becoming an adult who understood the circumstances of her parents who had been killed and herself.

There is no such place as the Arcia orphanage in Sten's memory, and so is the boy in front of him. And if you were to be attacked by Raydoor, you'd get one answer in Sten.

One scene in the scenario where Justa cried. The climax of the Republic's edition, told Schlark with a laugh, knowing that everything she had struggled for was just being used and that the companions and thoughtful places she had with herself had been destroyed on it.

That's what Leidore chief Shrark said, crushing the buds of rebellion everywhere to keep the old Gorzon rebellion under control.

If that's going to happen again this time, it's probably going to be one of those things that will certainly be targeted here. Gorzon is a Shinobi sanctuary, but a republican Shinobi town with raydoors and several outstanding Shinobi. If so,

It's no surprise that this place, made by the brilliant Golzon ninjas, has been nursed by the brilliant Raydoor ninjas as well.

"... that's what I meant. Then maybe I'm glad I found this place"

"... su, su"

"You, don't sleep in this position."

If you notice, the Callum boy had fallen asleep despite that condition held by both sides. I don't know how sleepy I was, and even by now, my will to protect myself and this orphanage is worth the admiration.

When Sten holds him aside, he turns back on his heels as he supports him so that his cap doesn't stay. If you point your gaze diagonally downwards, the nose lantern is the figure of a sleeping child who is not putting out anything.

"... I first thought when I was a leech, but I knew it was that one. There's a lot of tragedy going on in places I don't know. I want to do something about what I can."

"- Don't do that."

"Ooh?"

Second, I looked up.

Standing in front of the door leading from the veranda to the house is one girl.

It didn't take that long to realize that was the Veroche Vie Atmosphere where he was a companion. Even as he rounds his eyes to see if he was awake, Sten breaks his face.

"Oh Rusu Veroche. It's cold, but you've come out a lot."

"Well, I'm sure it's cold -... that's the kid, but why don't we talk about it for a second if it's good -?

"Hmm? Yeah."

It's bad to catch a cold, so if you float and calm, she disappears behind the door. That's all I'm asleep for. Put him in the bed and he'll be able to feel good about getting up in the morning.

For a little while before Veroche and Callum were gone and she came back.

Sten was staring up at the starry sky. I never get tired of watching the glowing sky of a beautiful star, even if it's not full of heaven. It has also been one of the secret pleasures since I came to this world.

"What do constellations do in this world?"

It may be time to learn a lot about this world you live in.

Anyway, the only knowledge I have is from the game. Of all the things I know about the setting that corresponds to the muscle writing, the surroundings of Sten show an incredible spread.

If it is, it is time to know something else. For example, the formation of the world, the mechanisms of magic, the current situation in the country. Knowing for the most part, you might see something different.

Like this one, for example, where they might have been destroyed where they didn't know? If the pieces of beads were scattered, it would likely cause unusual damage?

At this time of year, the Crains would have been fit enough to rendezvous with their last companion, Grindle Griffskale, to head for Demon King's Castle. But as things stand, Justa's story isn't even over. If so, maybe.

"... the worst thing that could possibly happen is to fight a demon king who has been resurrected from" weakening, ""

The Demon King took a deep hand in the battle against the five heroes, starting with Eisenhardt K. Fangini two years ago. The Cranes were able to take on the Demon King because the Demon King was weakened by the resurrection and exercise of demon guidance to maintain the Underground Empire.

Now it seems to me that the "mentors" and "wheels" that suddenly appeared before they fought the Demon King came out a little bit with about a grain of loyalty and pulled it off to the point where they thought, "Oh, this is going to kill me now Demon King." No. Actually, what do you think?

But even with Crain's special "power," his relative to the all-season Demon King when he fought Eisenhardt would be far worse. If that happens, it doesn't taste good.

"... well, suppose we think about that area after all? Let's start by collecting a piece of bead that looks like it's probably in the raydoor. Otherwise, my bead sensor won't update me because I'm incompetent."

Well, I exhaled small.

Exactly, it's already turned white. I'm fine as long as there's this dressing that unfortunately has a "freeze void" on it if you ask me if it's cold on a single piece of dressing, but it's kind of an unscented story too. Even if it is slightly feather-woven from the top, I want it.

"Thank you for waiting -"

"I'm sorry I left you with something."

"No, it's not difficult."

Walking up to Sten, who was shuddering in the middle of the veranda, Veroche pulled Sten's sleeve straight out and took him out to the edge. The view you see alongside you is already dark and only the lights of the sky sparkle.

"If you want to talk about it because of it, this is what I prefer..."

"Ooh. I can't forbid confusion about a sudden stream of romance, but, well, yeah. Oh, what, it feels like a pretty serial story?

"... well, quite so"

"Hmm."

Put her own arm in her sleeve and put it together, Sten waited for her to open her mouth with a blurry view of the sky. Veroche had been messing with his own rolled hair for a little while, but decided to talk, he said, with his hands on the fence in a sigh mix.

"It was a dream. - Well, here's the thing... at least it's like walking around the world alone with someone you're gonna be with. It doesn't matter what the purpose is, it's all about calves."

"... about six months ago. I've never seen him before."

"That's it, it's early or it's late... but since I first met you, I've been wishing I could do it this way - I was a little different."

"You were a mentor, and you were scouting me as a subordinate. No, I didn't think so either."

"Hey......"

"Guys, this is a survey."

A girl who suddenly appeared faceless, directly beside Sten, who was running at full speed toward the imperial capital.

That's her, and she said she was here to scout for Sten.

With nostalgic memories in mind, Sten glanced at Veroche with a glimpse.

Anyway, it doesn't seem like such a tension to tell such an old story. I've been low tension from time to time, but now I seemed to think a little bit about it in circles.

"No, it's not that special... this is how you came to a human orphanage -"

"Hmm? Yeah."

"Honestly, what I was doing in" original history "… I killed quite a few people by increasing the number of children without parents like this. I was so messed up with the nomination arrangements... I thought I was wrapping my misfortune around someone else."

"Oh, my God. Not now."

"... ooh"

Veroche looked at Sten with no words to give back, to the words of Sten, who had no mercy. Behind the same half-eye, I don't know what's in there or anything. In fact, I didn't understand for a moment what she was looking for and waving this story now either.

But there are things I wish I had seen her expressive these days.

I'm sure "Veroche of this history" has lived in touch with the warmth of Shanor and Yulica, and that's what he has regretted for what he was doing in "the original history".

That's another, big romance, I think, Sten.

"Because of this, you should enjoy it."

"Huh?"

"Apparently, what you've done in the past wasn't in this world. The facts I remember belong to you, but I didn't have to do it. Then you should think about it quite a bit and live. You're free to accept someone else's gratitude, but you don't have to change your behavior. If you say you've wielded unhappiness in your original history, then why don't you just hand out your current happiness for the time being?

"... is that what it is?"

"Not for me. I don't know about Veroche."

"So-so..."

Gu, and Veroche stretched lightly.

Especially since it doesn't look like her expression has changed. Now.

When Sten looks at her next door, he leans his neck tightly with the same faceless expression.

"In the meantime... why don't we face humans properly? Unlike the old days when there was no place for humans or demons... I am fine now -"

"Well, that's superimposed."

"Have you been impressed by the orphanage kids...... whatever, I put you on a weird story. Thank you."

"Whoa, I don't care"

"Is that so?"

Laughing small at the summing up Sten, Veroche walks down the road to his room. Its back was a little more reliable than before, and Sten accidentally raised his mouth angle.

"Uh... really. Just muscle writing. Bye. I knew it. This world."

Change of place, eastern republican territory and the old border line.

Now this traction has also become less meaningful, but nevertheless the people of the territory of the Republic still see a lot of rebellious parts against the Empire. Therefore there were still several fortifications built by the Imperial College on this old border line, one of which was the figure of the tenth seat, Grindle Grifskale.

The Book of Magic is a glove. A young man with an imperial college aesthetic, with blonde hair tied at the back of his head.

Famous also as an advertising tower, he silenced the republican resistance with his rare command and personal combat abilities, albeit at the last seat of the Commander of Magic.

but.

"This is Imperial College Branch 158! We are being attacked by someone from the western side than the republican side!! Immediate assistance!!

"The Demon Clan! The Demons...... hundreds!! We are currently managing to maintain the front thanks to the struggle of Griffskale's tenth seat......! Not like this!!

"Goddamn, you're crazy! I can't stop getting arrows on my dotard!!

"Help me!! How can I handle such a monster!!

Late at night, this place was turning into hell.

Currently, there was practically only one Grindle keeping this fortress - the 158th branch of the Imperial College. No matter what kind of guidance you punch in, even if your limbs are missing, a hundred nocturnal groups still thrust in. Groaning and distressingly distressed, the motion was agile, jumping from the top of the fort to the officials who sniped with the guidance of the devil, or countering with the guidance of the devil, and this 158 branch of Imperial College had been torn into distress by a sudden raid overnight.

A sudden mass of demons attacked this branch that was more peaceful than there.

There is no equal leadership, and I can't see the Commander. Nonetheless, its obsession to aim at this branch, as shown, and not to let loose the hand of the attack until it dies.

"Back off, you guys. I'll take care of it!

black gloves and the number engraved in that coat is X. That reliance, which is the last seat but does not take a crack at other magical conductors. The red, green, and white spheres that patrol the perimeter draw the attention of the Demon Clan by bringing out their presence.

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Great Three Elements] -

Red dwells in both fists. The green that sprays around him and the white energy that envelops him.

Outside the fort, the consciousness of many demons who had attacked the fort until earlier fell toward just one human being who descended into the wilderness. His eyes without light just looked at Grindle, and he took a breath to relate.

"It's like a demon wolf unit in the kingdom. A demonic tribe without life, seized of consciousness, and fanaticized.... I don't know why something like that appeared from Republic territory, but that's slowly... right, let's just say I report it to my boss over a cup of tea. So..."

What are you talking about? But with that said, one of the dozens of demons that surrounded Grindle - a troll-like demon tribe - was attacked.

but when he dodged that massive attack as if it were a bump with his green, amplified physical abilities, he turned behind him in an instant and punched him in the back of the head with a red fist. Moments, every blown head troll blows forward.

"- Screw you adults, madmen"

I exhaled small to cool my smoking fist.

At that moment, a large number of demons strike Grindle simultaneously.

One hand at a time, Grindle politely ended it. But he knew. My greatest weakness.

Firepower.

His blow does not lead to a single shot at the fanaticized Demon Clan. Therefore, we need a number.

That was the source of what is called the weakest of the Commanders of Magic in stand-alone warfare. Originally, it could be called a martial arts artist enough for the Demons and humans to cross, but there is the "Commander of Magic." The name of the world's most powerful combat group is not Dada. Around one Demon tribe, it's like a temple of the Voldemort with a geese neck that kills to exhale.

If so, Grindle will also be expected to have that degree of combat power as the "Commander of Magic."

Honestly, that was a heavy desire.

"Protect the tenth seat!! Magic Team, attack!!

"Yes!!

From above the fort, a desperate cry rises. Snipe the Demons from above, reduce the number at all, reduce endurance. There was nothing else they could do to help Grindle do that so that he could fight a little easier.

"Gyoaaaaaaa!!

"Grrrrrrrr!!

but the endurance of the Demon Nation is so high that its decisive attack is also vain.

A few demons pimping among them were probably quite fierce before they became fanatical. Those hit Grindle, and he's abusing his body and beating him.

"Gu... hit me or not...!

Grindle eating up his teeth and punching out his fists. The demons that surround him are bounced off one after the other, and they still challenge him again without dying.

No matter how strong the Grindle is, there is no victory unless it is rooted.

And when that happens, it's not a wide range that one Grindle can cover.

Therefore, those who do not attack Grindle will inevitably strike towards the fort.

Not to mention the darkness this night.

Where I scratched my feet, my vision of a human being is known.

The number of officials who can fight is decreasing by one or two, and few fall from the fort and are trampled to death by demons.

Whenever it enters view, Grindle bites his teeth. If only I were a little stronger. A little more, if we can fight. Regretting so doesn't change the status quo for me or anything, it just builds up fatigue over time. Even Grindle wouldn't have buried ten enemies.

"Seat 10, Takeshi......!!

"Ku......!!

Screaming up behind me.

That's probably something that went up because there's no one else but Grindle, such as someone who can help me on this occasion. I know that. Even though I knew it, Grindle couldn't hide the remorse he couldn't live up to what he was asked for.

What can I do, what can I do?

Even if I work my thoughts, I can't think of a way to open them.

Put a blow in the Demon Clan, bounce it big and jump. If you could see the female employee who was asking for help, she'd already been broken in the neck and desperate.

"Damn, gaaaaaa!!

Grindle could roar.

Right in front of me, I swung my fists out heavily at the demon clan that would have just taken my life.

The sprinkled demon clan turns fleshly to Grindle, however, regardless of the direction his neck is facing.

It was then that Grindle waved his fist up, along with the tongue punch.

"- That crazy demon tribe, will you put it together in one place?

"... what?

When I looked back, there was no voice lord already.

But that voice sounds familiar. I can't remember who it belongs to, but now it's nothing.

Grindle jumps off the fort once more and once again releases the three spheres he makes a provocative attack on the surrounding demons.

Originally a fanatical demon clan. As long as you have that hand plan, it's easy enough to put it together.

More than a hundred near me...... the moment I consolidated almost all the demons and thought about what to do now, a resounding voice.

"Thank you, pull into the fort"

"... you are"

Following that voice, Grindle jumped up.

Was it almost simultaneous with that?

A cool voice sounds, and at the same time a tremendous burst.

"Red Lotus Prison - Fire Night Art Speed"

It was as if it were a firepillar that erupted more than the earth.

Hundreds were there, the Mad Demons. Among them was a prison of flames that drank up its clusters, which probably also had the Demon King's Army executive class.

If Grindle rushes and peeks over the fort where he's been.

Crazy demons like Shura, who had been mourning earlier, had evaporated without any bones left.

"... Huh?

"... or did you...?

"Ha, I wanted to..."

Grindle is puzzled when he sees the staff who go in one after the other.

If the Lord of that voice is right, that's...

"It took me a hundred years to revive the enclosed magic, and when I sucked in some weird shards, the output went up... yeah, it was just right for a light output adjustment. Now you're charging the Imperial College for trouble."

"Oh, no, wait! You..."

Sooner than Grindle said anything, the shadow disappeared toward the Republic.

If I remember correctly, that is.

"... before that, the staff consolation"

Grindle was wondering how to report the incident to the upper management - Astarte - as the sudden raid suddenly ended and he turned his hand around each and every one of the officials who had lost their hips.