Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

"The sinuous pavilion in the shade of the tree" was surrounded by strange silence.

A fresh-faced demon ghost in front of me. Girl blurring behind it.

Relatively, the two ninjas were supposed to be in a killing and killing relationship until earlier.

Old Ninja Garrafus Welseia and his youthful Paul, who was one of his men.

Though Paul dresses up as the master of the "Tree Shade's Dong Pavilion," he is one of the top ninjas in Ordra. There was no reason to lose to the fleshmen there, so he was in a state of war.

But.

"Let me ask you more about Shrark's fanaticism experiment, and how he did it with the lead."

That, this current Lindbarma - and hence the seeds of youth Paul's troubles - had to be frozen when they made such a clear statement.

Where the hell did you get that information?

The demon ghost in front of him came to this city in incapable weather without even thinking about what would happen if he was caught. Oh, you can say that the line, which is, vanished in an instant.

So, if so, what is this demon ghost... who?

Before the pole darkening the color of vigilance, the old man stood over the counter to take a step.

"... shake it for a few weeks, demon ghost"

"Hey, Monkey Happy Day"

"Who is the monkey?... at all, don't young people even know how to honor their grandfather these days"

"Unfortunately, a friend of mine is several times more alive than you are."

"............ I see?

An old man who senses something in the words of Sten, who ironically returns it, glances at the girl behind him and nods - even Monkey Happy Day. Garrafus Welseia.

There must only be demons or equivalent monsters, such as those who live more than twice as long as Galaphs.

Just thinking so, the answer was to come up every second. All the more so because a big tip stands behind him.

"Shanoar Vie Atmosphere.... what's his deal?

"Ainya. He doesn't matter. I guess I'm talking about hiko in general business by now. The reason I came out here is more rooted.... I've been collecting certain items that are involved in the fundamentals of Raydoor's fanaticism experiment."

"… an item"

"Didn't they ask you?"

Tickle, and round your eyes, Sten. In an instant Paul was drained of poison by the vanishing look of something steep. It should have been a small voice that pushed me to death, even though I accidentally whined. If you want to hear about it, this demon ghost seems to have good ears.

The information that popped out of Sten's mouth was, in fact, what Paul wanted so much that he could get his hands out of his throat. What the hell does Leidore State, the Leader, do with Chief Shrark? It was a natural story because he thought that there was no other way to find out than to follow them.

"... Paul. Don't think about exploring your employer's belly."

"Huh... but!

"Dude, if you think it's something because Veroche sensed something and snuck in, you were making a mistake or something. Grandpa, do what you have to do."

"It's also to keep you alert."

The minister remained the same, and Sten seemed unsuitable for arbitration.

Turning to Veroche with a soggy look that was lightly disputed, she said.

"... Ha"

"You were asleep!? So you snuck off to bed!?

"Yes, no, that's not true."

I don't know what this is, Paul thinks.

At least it doesn't look like the "Demon King's Army" or anything, like Galaphs is so vigilant.

A demon ghost holding Kasashi aside and relaxing talking to her, and a girl who is likely to fall asleep now behind her.

Sure, the combination is full of suspicion, and when I put it in line like this, it smells like a strange strong man, or it feels like it's going to have to be knocked down at the end of the story.

As such, I had a strange feeling that I wouldn't bother to kill you right now. That was on the verge of losing his life to the old man in front of him, even though it may have affected him.

"Hey, Grandpa."

"... and why I came to this place while keeping track of everything. I wonder if he was also confident that he would not be captured. against massive shinobi."

"Well, Veroche, I'm here."

"... ha"

Seeing the conversation between Sten and Galaphs didn't make it as if it was going to boob the fight now.

So, because there is.

"... demon"

"Am I?"

A little Paul decided to take a bet.

Without a doubt, this demon ghost named Sten holds little information about the back of Raydoor. And the fact that I visited this store in the meantime wasn't surprising knowing what the "shady dong pavilion" really looked like.

If you look at the glass right on the side, I won't show you the bare gesture of stopping just by turning your doubt-packed eyes at what you're going to say. Then it's convenient.

It seems impossible to convince this stubborn old man. And it would be mindless to be killed by him, but enough to raise evil.

"…" The three-legged wu. ""

In that word, the glaring galafus looks back.

Because this is a separate wolf smoke between Galafus and Paul, depending on the demon ghost's response.

I know, and it should be noted that Paul didn't try to look at Galafus anymore.

The only thing I wear with my gaze is Sten's eyes.

Seeing the intention, Sten caught his mouth saying no.

"" Invite the sun wheel in the cave of the underworld. ""

"... accepted. You are more my employer than this.... Mr. Garrafus. It's a job request, pick it up."

"... Are you insane, Paul"

"Ah, I'd rather bet my ninja pride on Raydoor... than put it on a mysterious demon ghost who doesn't know why I visited here. That's all."

……

Glafs staring at Paul.

But those eyes have no power.

"... Mr. Garrafus. You said yourself that you were a ninja. Then don't let me intervene for another request."

"... right? Then I definitely don't. I didn't want to compete with the same people."

Well, and one sigh. Galaphs glanced at Sten and Veroche standing in front of him - presumably after deducing the difference in power - and instantly disappeared when he made a noise and poured up the smoke.

"... hey, you were a ninja by the time you were scared, dude"

"That's right. Hey, I thought it might be hard to be proud."

"It's a pain in the ass, hey. Proud is a spear of faith. It's easy for someone else to break it, and it's with you all the time. If there's ever a time to break it, it's..."

"What's that?

Veroche inquiry.

"... when you hand fold your own spear. That's all."

"Oh, you know what I mean, brother?"

"Please don't. Because it's like riding an ass horse."

But it was not Sten who answered the question, but the young man who was behind the counter.

A sinuous pavilion in the shade of a tree, make it a master and Oldra's ninja pole.

It was close to guessing, too, that Sten and Veroche had separated from Galafus, which he would have just done in an extraordinary fashion.

"For now, please hang up."

Paul, recommending his seat to Sten and Veroche, once disappeared like Kasumi.

And immediately, when he rocks like a clown and returns his presence to this scene again, he laughs small.

"I left it closed. And now you won't see an intruder, as you did earlier."

"Well, you."

"No, Mr. Garrafus is usually a polite payer. It's not like you can come in if you're not more powerful than that one."

To Paul shrugging his shoulders, Sten looked at the next Veroche as if he had noticed something.

When she noticed Sten's gaze on the menu, she turned her eyes on him just like, "What is it?"

"You just walked in."

"I felt some uncomfortable magic."

"... that's too much"

The style of turning down the payments made by the powerful, who are not ordinary people, the former chief of Oldra, as' some uncomfortable magic ', but rather lightly.

Once again, it was a sten recognizing that his companion was Demon King's Army number three.

"... I have grasped your strengths. So, Mr. Sten."

"Am I?"

"With that euphemism, I could see that you didn't just visit this place by accident. And perhaps I have information about what you want to do and what you want to do. On top of that, I'm terribly sorry, but there's one thing I'd like to talk to you about before you ask."

"... Hmm"

He elbows on the counter as if he were an executive of the Chamber of Commerce and combines his hands, Sten.

Paul felt relieved when he entered into a listening attitude.

… there are no pieces of majesty even if the directors of the Chamber of Commerce known to Sten do this.

"...... My name is Paul and I am a Shinobi from Ordra. There is no last name. I pledge my allegiance to Lord Old Ninja Garrafus Welseia, who was here earlier, and it depends on what I've fought for as Oldra's ninja."

Paul's personal story wasn't something that Sten heard much about either.

Greedy and curious Sten never got bored with something he didn't know, and he listened with complete silence.

I could almost grasp his situation, and to a large extent, Sten nodded.

"... I see. Where Raydoor merged with absorption, you guys grew into rootless grass with no territory, and there came out the gulafus you were hiding and Raydoor picked you up..."

"... yes, but already at that point, the condition of Mr. Garrafus cannot be said to be an aberration..."

"The pride of the ninja, he said, was somewhere wrong. If you say it badly, are you obsessed with paranoia?"

"... no words to give back"

Hmm, and Sten put his arms together.

To hear, Garrafus seems to have been a pretty good ninja before.

As far as the former chief is concerned, I did anticipate that it would be quite an arm, but Paul's story was more than that.

And when Paul was a boy, he used to teach Garrafus, who had already left active duty, and if he added, he was often accompanied on assignments?

So was Paul himself expected, but he got very cute.

But things change rapidly.

Without appearing in the battle against the Empire, Galaphus' son and his wife, who were then chiefs, also died. And even though my granddaughter Justa was being used by Raydoor, you think Galaphs has finally shown up again lately?

And then we put together a bunch of outgoing or outrageous ninjas to greet Raydoor, take on one end of the cause of Oldra absorption, and now he's blind to Schlark, or something.

"... I don't want to doubt you, Mr. Garrafus. But I don't even know the power to manipulate someone as powerful as that other one. Therefore, in the end, I was worried that I would not be able to keep up with Mr. Garrafus' ideas. But... Galaphs, who sees Shrek's evil deeds and pretends not to see them, doesn't know anymore."

"... so you bet on us,"

"It was an earthquake. If you hadn't come, you'd be dead."

"... you didn't think of resistance"

"You showed up to guide the goddess Krunair."

"Ugh."

I didn't touch the last reaction, but Paul just took a breather that he was all done talking. Sten also grasped Paul's circumstances, with the exception of the last word.

"... Mr. Sten. I want you to go back to the old Galaphs. To do this, first of all, to not remove that curse."

"Well, the interests seem to be in agreement. I need to talk to Shrek."

"... then"

"Oh."

To one nodded Sten, Paul made his dwelling right.

"Again, let me ask you what you asked for"

To that word, a voice from next door to a sten.

"Then give me this herbal pasta and ginger tea set. So Sten would be meat anyway, so this set meal and coffee after the meal."

A moment, silence.

Heading to Veroche, two gazes.

Did I do something wrong? Veroche with his little neck all the time.

"... Phew."

"Ha, right, first of all it's belly"

"Hey, wait a minute - aren't you treating me like I'm hungry?"

"No, it's you. You're crazy about the menu. You didn't listen to me."

"That's not true - I thought this looked delicious too -"

"You're not in a conversation!!

Paul, who accidentally blew it out, and Sten, who does not hesitate to laugh at Veroche's actions.

Paul started by asking Paul about the next dish, which was hands-on.

- the route of entry into the second and third layers.

Operation Lindbarma was about to be launched.