Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The first layer of lindbarma. A tiny bar on the outskirts of the road, a wood-shaded dong pavilion.

There are twelve counter seats and three table seats for two behind them.

The CLOSE sign was currently lowered at the entrance to the store with such a small and antique atmosphere.

"Go ahead."

that, and two cups placed on the mahogany counter.

It was one young man who took a cup of freshly ground beans that gave it an aromatic aroma.

"Ya, treat me. It was so delicious."

... The moment I opened my mouth, the quiet and cozy air that was drifting in this store scattered without daring. When he clears the plate and speaks to the master as he pulls into the back of the counter, he reacts lightly and laughs small.

"No, because it's been a long time since people ate it like this"

"People." As the plural word suggests, there was another girl next to the youth, a girl who enjoyed tea satisfactorily. Slightly loosening her cheeks to the fragrance of standing up, she spends an elegant moment leaning one bite, another and a cup.

Having glimpsed her like that, the master touches the crest behind the counter once and begins to pour water out of the void. It's not that intense, for example, it's a fresh stream that seems just right for washing.

The blurry girl looked up more slowly while she was handling the sara and dish tugs. Though usually emotionally scarce, two letters of commonality and "satisfaction" have surfaced on her face, and the young man who felt his gaze feel somewhere calm.

"... I don't know, I think I'm feeling comfortable."

"Well, it's been wild for a while and it's been a mess."

It basically only came about enough to cook or boil, so it was something I had no choice about, though. Nevertheless, it was fortunate that it had been in "delicious dishes that could be eaten at the store" for a long time.

"... so, Sten. What are you going to do?"

"Whatever you do, try to figure out a way into the second and third layers."

"Ah, if you fly, you'll stand out."

"It doesn't have to be. It stands out. Mostly Veroche."

"No, I think the Sten outfit is pretty good, too."

An indescribably bizarre picture of each other observing each other's outfits barely.

"... well, don't worry about asking both of you for a disguise or anything like that"

and the voice over the counter it takes there.

"Hmm? Is that it?

"Yeah, 'cause that's what I do."

Did you finish the wash, or there was Master Paul wiping dishes and cups with graceful motion. He just stood in front of the two of them and slammed his own chest with a grin on his face.

"How many minutes, this is still the body of Shinobi. I'm quite confident when it comes to disguise technology, concealment, etc. Even if it was Raydoor's ninja opponent."

"Oh, something ninja"

"What does it mean to be ninja towards ninja..."

I would have honestly praised him, but he seems to be some asshole about Sten's behavior in clapping his eyes round. When Veroche clasps his shoulders with his hands like a balance, he slowly aligns his eyes with his eyes in front of Paul, who seems to have finished his work.

"... Now it's time to go with the operation conference - … I am excited about the meeting for the first time -"

"This isn't where I show my skills, is it?

"Skills, nothing, it's true that I was alone."

A spear of words pierced Veroche's flank as if it were a comic book.

Slightly reddened, she stares at her neighbor's sten with the same tight eyes as ever, puffing and her reddened cheeks.

However, even with shame behind its eyes, there was no such thing as anger or repentance, and the past seemed to be organized as the past.

"... daughter of the leader of the Demon King's Army, was it? Wouldn't there have been a meeting or something if you stood there? No, I'm not going to pry."

"I didn't really hear that I was doing something serial, so I forgot to tell you, I'm my granddaughter, not my daughter. For once, he looks like a father."

"Sounds like you."

"It's just a mud now and in the past, I don't have a family bond."

She said, pointing her lips pointy as she further messed with her own hair, which was already twirling.

Speaking of which, neither does Sten, her grandfather have any detailed information about his father, even if he does. She doesn't even seem to care herself, but it doesn't seem like she died guessing from the mouthful - and while she thought she'd go around doing that, Sten wanted to know how Paul was doing.

Because the girl next door must be the Demon King's Army, even though she doesn't seem to be at all.

Whether it's from the reaction of Galaphs, who was here earlier, and seeing what the Demons are being treated like now on the territory of the Republic, the significance of the title Demon King Army would be enormous.

In time I was wondering what feelings I had for her, or rather, what Paul's side might think.

"... why are you here?

"Just asking about Sten."

……

"Don't look at me like that. Zero to hide your head, Shinobu."

"No, I don't know... it's really for personal use"

"It's just what I'm looking for. So you're here to explore the Raydoor Chiefs."

Staying on his back and swamping like a rocking chair while he put his mouth on the coffee that was left.

Paul's eyes staring at him like that are probably the tightest way to say that they are slightly overshadowed.

"... no, that's more serious than that. For that search, you want to go to the second and third tiers."

"Instead of giving me that information, I'll give you a hand."

As for the Veroche thing, I guess I stepped on it now that I was more surprised.

Paul got into the conversation from a reminder of what he was talking about during the meal.

What is about to begin is an operational meeting to explore the information of Raydoor chief Shrark and begin the sabotage work depending on his sincerity. In other words, a meeting (it) for Sten to collect pieces of beads and bring down the curtain of the "Justa Edition", which is probably not over under the influence of Sten.

"... Alright, how are you feeling"

"What's wrong - all of a sudden"

"Nah, if I were to smash it, I'd be in a fun, funny direction."

What I recall is a foster home, the Arcia Orphanage, stopped on the road.

On second thought, it was already a place that had been destroyed by an assault by Shrark when Justa edited. Such a place remains by chance. Then it would be different to have to abandon it.

"Come on, let's meet up with the break-in routes."

"Okay. The entry personnel are me and Mr. Veroche to Mr. Sten. And we'll convene other members. … but perhaps Mr. Garrafus will not forgive you. We may only be able to prepare three or four people as mess personnel at best."

"Kamaheen Kamaheen. It's not like he's coming."

Paul, who took the map from under the counter, spreads it to the counter.

In a conversation that was reconfirming the power of this battle, Sten gently slammed the head of Pompon and the girl next door.

"Oh, my God, I treat people like turrets."

"What does the man who smashed the walls of Eden, the capital of the Holy Land, say alone?"

"Eh."

Paul's voice, which he couldn't keep up for a moment with the scale of the flying conversation, is, however, gorgeously put through by Sten and Veroche. Nevertheless, it may not be surprising to do so much if you are also the mentor's granddaughter.

It's a bluff that the four priests of the Patriarchate put up a few years ago, such as the mentor of the day, reverse-hacked the barrier and turned it into a screen reflecting their own appearance.

Although I can only imagine how the continent was at that time around where there was a godson of light who set up a circle of moons and destroyed the screen with a kick, laughing at the business of his mentor.

"For once, this is what the intrusion route looks like."

Tsk, his fingertips creeping down the narrow road on the map.

I see. It was indeed a maze that was so ingrained in that the more I was told it was a secret path, the more I had to snort. There is only one path that passes through the walls, even though there are so many endings.

"... this is not going to be a fight or anything?

"There's plenty of potential. Honestly, I think we're going to have to force a breakthrough on this..."

"I see."

"I'm good at breaking through."

"I knew you were a turret."

"Isn't it terrible?"

The three of us looked at the map and the meeting was to continue until evening.

"Gu, shu..."

"Ha... I'm wasting my time trying to trick the shit out of me"

"... hey, why are you here at Imperial College..."

In those days, on the other hand, in the eastern alley of the first layer of Lindbarma, a man was lying on the ground. If the ground is also submerged, so is the man's armor. Whether you were massively slapped with a stick or something, the armor snap is a one-sided letter. The man's breathing was also suspicious, and it could have been quite powerful.

"I don't know if the magic guide is going to make sense. I just got out of here. I don't know what happened to the first momentum."

……

"Your demon clan is full of miscellaneous fish.... some more bones. Uh, I'd have to be in the outpost too..."

Looking down at such a man was one young man in a white Y-shirt.

I wave a dagger more than my height with one hand, and I see a man over a monocle with mixed eyes of disappointment.

He was a man who wanted to scream that he knew about the situation of the youth, but he was already powerless.

I also gave away all the pride of the special conductor and still couldn't get through.

But I couldn't die here. I did not intend to spit information about what torture I was subjected to, but I possess important confidentiality that I cannot show in my nostalgia.

"... Hey, Digire"

"What?"

"This..."

and the voice of a modest girl behind her back.

First attempted assassination, daughter of the chief of the state of Ordra.

Digirre glanced at her a little bit and took the paper she was crawling with.

Seeing Digire's open paper, the man is greatly upset.

"Huh!? Oh, it is."

"It was a little dangerous to suck it out of my armor, and my fingers nearly broke... but I had to do this much.... for once, we're together now."

"... this, I see"

"Or give it back... that's all..."

A trembling hand is offered at Digire's feet. Digirre nods as he is convinced of one thing as he gently steps over it. And then I glanced at the little girl - Justa and crushed her.

"" That's all "? I see. Defeated Shinobu had many cases of self-harm... is this why he didn't?... Somewhat decent to work with."

"What?"

The last words were especially whispering, and they didn't sound like Justa.

Digirre, who was asked back, says something completely different when she shows him how to say it again.

"... hun. It would be a good opponent for you. You pulled in with no extra shit."

"Well, that's not the way to put it..."

Justa drops her eyes a little sad.

Earlier, I was somewhat indulged in being totally denied or pushed aside by Digire for the reason I came to the territory of the Republic, and I had no power to defy the attitude.

"Give me my coat back."

"Oh, no."

"Ah!?

She was still receiving Digire's coat, which was now wrapped around the black coat. I don't know if that's just a return of interest, or if it means something else, and Digire didn't want to know, but he still holds his head in pain before taking charge of each of her coats.

"Wow."

"I don't need this guy anymore. In the meantime, let's go."

"Duh, where?"

"Oh? Mm-hmm."

- Second tier.

In the hand of Digirre, who spoke so, was held a map with a route of entry into the second and third layers.