Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Raydoor's chief, Shrark, was in the middle of listening to the report in the office on the third floor of Lindbarma.

Some time after the sun has already fallen. Such a time when the exhalation is white in the cold sky and the cold still enters the room even after closing the wooden window.

The diagrams of two men standing in the middle of that room, which was quite spacious, and Shrark sitting at the front desk, were certainly very similar to the diagrams of his men coming to the chief for a report.

But it's not really like that.

"Hmmm! Experiments are successful. Success...! I see. The use of this mysterious auto part is troubling!

One of the men who stood in front of Schlark was the one who looked most firmly at his luxury. In a silky smooth glossy cloak, the outfit was sprinkled with sparkling magic crystals, and the green hair was carefully elegant.

Shrark listens with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he makes such a good speech on one hand of scrolling. Frog-like eyes stared at the aristocratic man.

"After all, how much longer do we need to attack the Empire? That's all you need to hear, that's enough. I haven't heard anything about your research."

"Hmmm! How dare you! As a weasel, I'd like you to hear more about this achievement and then decide how to respond!

"And it's more confusing than necessary. … what happened to experiments using the Mad Demons"

"Oh, hey..."

Shrek with both elbows, hands together and roaring. But the man in front of him will not move into the eyes that conceived that intimidation, which the lay doors will look up to.

"Anything, they burned you down. Even as a weasel, this is unexpected. I only heard reports that there was a 10th seat Grindle Grifskale over there, but did he even get out on the irregular or what? Either way, it's a huge failure in the sense of an experiment based on the Commander of Magic, haha!

"Not every laugh!!

Shrark pounds his fist on the desk with momentum.

But anyway, the man doesn't even look like he moved.

Raise your hands with a flicker, and only clasp your shoulders. Blue muscles run further on Shrek's forehead for that behavior, which is like making a fool of him.

"Look, Renoir! Your job is not to do fun experiments! Strengthen your eagle gestures and upgrade your Mad Demons! Don't forget that!

"Hmmm! That's a lot to say. Ma, I've done a lot about experimenting with the Mad Demons. It's possible that 3,000 Mad Demons have been adjusted, and there's nothing wrong with attacking the Empire in the simulation."

"Huh!? Hey, that report hasn't come up!!

I'm here now.

"... who's you!

Shrark momentously snapped the scroll taken out by the man in front of him - Renoir. Renoir looks with his cold eyes at the shraak as he turns the scroll one by one with so much force that the word desperate suits him well.

Renoir Vie Atmosphere.

A researcher of customers, also known as the "wandering ruthless player," he was currently studying the Fantastic Demons in this republican state of Leidoa. What he is being asked of Shrark is an investigation into the practicality of that demonic race in battle. Renoir seems to be interested elsewhere, however, and the progress of the study could not be described as going well.

But the resulting displeasure also flicks with a bunch of paper Renoir gave him.

"Ha. Let's do it. That's right, that's it."

"The three thousand Mad Demons are a little inferior to the Original Beast. Still no problem fighting a thousand or Imperial College Books and Mausoleums. Simulations show that the Mad Demons can kill twenty Book and Mausoleum employees on their own."

"Pfft... Pfft..."

Original Beast, a fanatical Kraken found on the western coastline of the Republic. Shrark laid eyes on it to exploit the price he had the power to snub. "It so happens" that Renoir, the man in front of him who was visiting the territory of the Republic, handed over the au parts discovered from Kraken for analysis, repeated experiments, and finally to the Fantastic Demons.

An even more powerful fanaticism than the Demon Wolf unit in the kingdom was complete.

"It's still going to take some analysis on that mysterious auto part... it's just a play for the eagle because I know it's a mess that interferes with the soul"

"Hum..."

Shrark, who turned up a tight tension, pushed the report back to Renoir - speaking to another man who had been silent until now.

"Hey, Ootri. What about the tail?"

"Yes."

The man who stepped out a step ago was a special conductor wearing red based armor.

"We are currently preparing to launch an offensive against the Empire. At the same time, we plan to get the last data by launching an attack on disturbing molecules around the Raydoor."

"You're done with the washout."

"Yes, there were not many resistance reserves using hidden junctions and concealed forms to sigh, so we're ready to attack you"

"Right... All right, do it"

"Ha. And..."

"Hmm?"

Somewhat, a lost voice, lead soldier Ootri. At least against him not the way he's trying to tell the good news, Shrark urges him to continue. It's up to that time to blame him no matter what information comes.

"Two or so puzzling reports."

"Hmm."

"The first point is that Gemb's regular contact was interrupted not long ago. We're currently searching. The third layer, the second layer, has ended coarsely, so the first layer."

"... Hmm?

"The second point is that one of the patrol units that is allowing multiple locations to be reconnoitred is not coming back. This one will hasten the search, too. It's fine for damage, but I was wondering if there's any reason to leave something disturbing at this time right now."

"Report, roger."

Nod small and accelerate your thoughts while recognizing that there are indeed strange parts.

Shrark slowly stood up and turned his back on them as he unwrapped the hand he was putting together in front of him.

"Both of you, back off. I'm moving out tomorrow."

"Hmmm! I'd like to do some more research."

"Ha."

Renoir, who was nothing but subordinate or anything, vanished somewhere in the wind, drooling more than solitary and less than complaining nonsense. Likewise, his men, Ootri, dissolve to the ground like a shadow.

Shrark, feeling the sign had left, shrugged all alone.

"Come out, Garrafus"

"Oh, what's up, husband?"

"What is the matter with you and these things? What do you want?"

Behind a shlake who was eyeing the ship's paintings, on a wooden window.

An old man glimpses his face where the two men were just now.

"... as always, I'm sharp at detecting signs."

"I don't mind the rhetoric"

Hung, and the sniffling Shrark seemed unwilling to go along with the Galaphs public discourse. No, I guess it's not actually there. I don't even look at Galaphs as evidence of this.

Seems to encourage words, seems to ignore them, and Galaphs slowly opens his mouth without any particular feeling for such a shrug.

"As an example, the demon ghost Sten is in this city. The daughter of the Commander of the Demon King's army is with you."

"What...!?

"I don't seem very interested in the republican realm... maybe it's for that au pair."

"... you know me?

"That's it. But the fact that my mentor's daughter is accompanied..."

"... hmm? Isn't it true that Shanoir, his mentor, had only a son, Renoir?"

"Yes, was it? Hmmm... then let's keep it inside the mentor. Either way, you won't be able to fight."

"I know."

To unexpected problems, Shrark roared.

But sometimes if you think about it carefully, you can snort. That we can no longer communicate with Gemb, that the squad on patrol has disappeared.

"I see, is it because of the demon ghost and the woman? Then hurry up the battle configuration. There's nothing they can give me."

"Paul the gesture worked betrayal. Therefore, on the second and third floors, we can place our men and stop them."

"It's obvious.... Why didn't you dispose of it"

"Exactly, thank you to the monster level Demons and Instructor Class opponents"

"Hung."

Priority was given to reporting.

Shrark snorted again against Garrafus, who told him so.

Either way, I got all the information.

Then there is one thing to do.

"Garrafus, I will dispose of you improperly. Clear out disturbing molecules inside the state. Use the conductor."

"... thoroughly, is it"

"It's obvious."

"I understand."

The glafus that drips his head disappears from the room the next moment.

Once again the room, where no one was left, was quiet, and therefore Shrark's soliloquy echoed into the room like a small ripple.

"Shinobu, etc... the same goes for garbage. It was not Shinobi who was protecting the Republic, but a great power. Even the Mad Demons haven't arrived yet..."

Shrark looks at the ship's paintings once more, sighing.

"- I guess so. Wolfe's brother."

Small, shrugged.

In those days, a section of the state capital Lindbarma - near the outer circumference of the second floor - was in a rush for a transmission. rooftops, rooftops of buildings, narrow alleyways, or underground roads. The transmission of information on the ninjas, which can run everywhere, is fast and accurate. Therefore, should I say. Alert information about the intruders who had already appeared in Lindbarma had gone completely over.

Girl of about human age teen wearing a blonde twin drill and gothic dress.

A young man in japanese costumes, wearing a three-time cassette for a flock of blue dressing.

Their appearance floats in this city to such an extent that they suspect that the informed ninjas are "bewitched." However, I have to change my expression due to additional information I have been told.

He said one was inside that demon king's army mentor and the other was a demon ghost who played a battle between the first seat of the Imperial College and each other.

If you ask that, you have to make some preparations with the ninjas. Where I was able to spot them, yes. The mission is over, because it's not anymore. Rather, capturing is the hard part of these pairs.

I'm sure you don't mind if I stay in the outfit you put on. Because they are not on the hunting side, but on the hunting side.

This newspaper changed the second layer of air so much that Shinobi were wary that it might be a new crisis on the territory of the Republic. You can't be alarmed. Among the ninjas, Raydoor-kiri agents called elites, and the fierce demonic commandos, were in a rush to move, but they had one mistake.

The fact that a squad was cut off near the Arcia orphanage, and the disappearance of one of the special conductors, Gemb, within Lindbarma, were both due to the mistaken belief that the two aforementioned had done it.

"Well, this one looks fine."

"... surprisingly, you can work as a ninja. I honestly wasn't anxious because all I could imagine from the first time I met her was a mess."

"That's what I mean!? I've been working as a Raydoor ninja for a while now!... No, they just ended up killing me."

As a result, I was supposed to put two rats in there that weren't sensed at all.

During this emergency under water, I probably never dreamed of another set of enemy factors moving "enough to beat the lead soldiers from the top.

As a result, many of the ninjas encountered on the road were knocked down unintentionally, and there was a verse that was mistaken for "assault by a pair of demons and girls".

"But don't change much... the first and second layers are"

"Are you ignoring me? Ignore me? That's enough, I'll leave you!

"You think you can leave me with a move like yours, you fucking kid?"

"Ahhh!! Ugh!!

"You're the one who shut up, don't inspire more enemies than you need to"

"Gu......!

Digirre McLain was diving through the basement and showing her face in an alley.

The landscape where the gray pipes run from building to building creates a different look of civilization than the first layer of cluttered atmosphere, which reminds me of the formation of Lindbarma.

Justa Welseia, vigilant around next door, sighed at his swallowing appearance like that, but splitting it up whether he could afford the strong, he was desperately exploring the situation himself.

"For one thing, you don't seem to be here.... According to what I just eavesdropped, there are other intruders besides us. Looks like you're on your own, you're lucky."

"... the Shinobu of the Republic of Leidoa is so noticeable that they don't notice our movements? I don't have a bad feeling about it, but we're going for the third tier for now. Don't be silly."

"I know... I'm not distracted."

"Hung."

As a matter of fact, Justa's enemies have never been depressed before.

She herself hasn't noticed, but if there is any downfall, Digire will relentlessly leave her behind, and she remains at the forefront, and the rating of "Quite Shinobi" is not a big deal if it is based on his rigorous evaluation criteria at the institute.

Digirre is unconscious if she's not willing to bother explaining that, and Justa thinks she's only getting her feet together because she hasn't had a "decent compliment" so far in Justa.

It was a troublesome combination.

"... oh, someone over here"

"Oh, drop a blow."

"Mm, whatever you want."

The narrow bend of the alley.

Immediately sensing the footsteps, Justa signals to Digire, who holds the great sword behind his back.

By the way, the black coat at Imperial College can still haunt Justa, but Digire doesn't seem too willing to give up the other half or take it away. Sometimes I have a few thoughts about the II numbers on her back, but that was also an irrelevant story now.

Footsteps get louder.

Justa counts with her fingers.

Three, two, one.

A black shadow pops out of the shadows the moment Digirre wields a great sword.

The look on the man's face stained with surprise was, however, geared towards Justa, not Digire.

"Princess Justa!?

"What?"

He was a young man with deep red hair. Justa looking up as begun by that one of his words.

But before that.

"Ooh."

"Ghan!?

The young man faints lightly due to a large sword shaken down in momentum at the back of his head.

In response to Justa, who was stunned by an instant of events, Digirre stuck out to her by grabbing the roots of a disoriented youth.

"What, you know him?

When Justa nodded slowly at the question.

"- Yeah. Grandpa's, your apprentice."

And I said it in such a surprising and uninterrupted voice.