Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

"The Divine Spirit of Magic lurking in the shadows of history...... take this ninja!!

Shrark's voice echoed around.

Lindbarma Central, Third Layer. Now the place was dominated by artificial night darkness and seemed to recognize others only with a slight glimmer of magic. A few fanaticists surround Sten and Veroche, as well as Paul the guide. And Shrark, who suddenly erased the signs. In the presence of only his voice, which occurs in a surrounding mood, Sten stood both fists of his own.

"Shit, there's nothing I can do about it. This is dark. Bye. As good as the night is, the darkness doesn't work, I learned it in the first pit I went into, bastard. Hey Veroche, Paul, how are you!?

"How are you?

"I can manage"

Two voices heard from behind.

Back-to-back warm back is probably veloche from its luxurious feel and the feeling of fluffy hair touching your arms. Paul's voice was also reassured by what he heard right around the corner, while it was then that he began thinking about how to break this indefensible situation.

"Shadow Blade!!

"Damn!?

"Hey Paul!?

Five to keep the wind cutting noise going. One of them makes the blunt sound of piercing the meat, and at the same time Paul makes the frightened voice. Stern turned to momentum, but naturally he couldn't see what was in the dark.

"Shit, I can't help it......!!

Signs of releasing magic vegetables like pulses from the combined back, at the same time as tongue punching. It naturally didn't take long for Veroche to realize it was an early action in exercising his magical guidance.

"Still the same. Hey, magic. Hey."

"Dark magic means a lot of affinity around here."

The wave of power that spreads like ripples is rightly that of the Commander of the Demon King's Army.

The fear of the surrounding demonic tribes, even invisible, was also a manifestation of instinct because of their fanaticism.

- Ancient spells and holy meditation agitation -

More than thirty lines of light diffuse to the surrounding area while drawing a geometric orbit.

Its light spreading flat, as if it were a precursor to drawing a magical formation.

"You didn't just illuminate the lights. This."

"Only for this occasion, I just illuminated the light. - It's the light that kills Holy Magic."

"It's awesome that you kill holy magic with light... is that just a light!?

No reaction to the scratches I accidentally put in. Paul's figure kneeling in a spot lit by lights, even in its place.

Sten reaches out that hand in haste to hold him up, and Veroche's tall voice sounds as if to block the moment.

"Gu......"

"Hey, you okay!?

"Sten, wait -"

"To?"

Paul's mouth, which was pale, was badly distorted.

"Ninja/Shadow Dance Blade!!

"Damn!?

"Sten!!

The appearance of Paul, who rose up like a ghost, melts away in the midnight darkness.

Instead, a figure of him appeared falling and lying on the ground.

Stabbed with a shadow blade on his right shoulder, Sten bites his teeth while holding down the bleeding, but no countermeasure floats.

"Damn it, don't do it, Shrek..."

"Don't do anything far-fetched -...!

Fallen Paul. There's a lot of bleeding from that abdomen.

That wound, which would have protruded many blades misplaced in the darkness, is so great that the beholder deserves to turn away.

That's why Veroche pushed again to try to help.

- Ancient spells and chaotic undermoons -

The unleashed running of darkness involves and swallows the fallen pole, flying further into the invisible end of the line.

"- That's fake, too. Paul is already out of this juncture... no, maybe I should say shedding rather than escaping."

"Hey, no way."

"Be careful - the next one will come -"

"Shit."

Loose, and ambient air shifted.

It appears at the same time, a massive madman tribe. Everything is a demon clan with a serpent's torso called Naga, but all in all, his eyes were dyed in the cone. Groaning, he emits an obvious sign of the devil's guidance.

"These guys are all crazy demons, too!

"Well, if you're this much of a magician, I'll..."

Shh, and Veroche, who stepped out a step ago, waves a Western umbrella.

- Ancient spells and mirror sieges -

Stop Naga and the others in an attempt to unleash their magical guidance. If I gazed closely, each one was wrapped in a transparent cube, and I could see it icing. Staring at Veroche's arm, which disables everything in that instant, Sten waves and yells at his safe left arm.

"Oh, shit, Shrek! There's a reason I'm Temeer, and I'm doing this to the Demons!

Against the resounding voice, it was a pure attack, not an answer, that returned.

"Wah!?

The blade of darkness is lost in the night darkness and pierces Sten's foot like a sniper.

He looked around with remorse as he hurried to dodge in the back jump.

Iced naga, a veroche that seems uncomfortable turning to the back of his hand.

"Are you trying to twitch and kill me like this......!?

"I didn't say that"

"Wow!?

Suddenly.

Shrark appeared behind him, pointing his frog-like eyes at Gyoro and Sten, clutching something black in his right hand and storming Sten's back. Turning around, Sten wonders if it's a good idea to touch that black thing.

"Gu......!!

In that moment when a fist wrapped around a black jaw that was just flooded out of his hand wore Sten's back, Sten responded by losing his jittery posture. Even though there was an idea that it would only need to be drifted, Sten's decision was not wrong, thinking that it might still be a bad idea.

The frozen naga behind it that Sten dodged. Plus the moment Shrark's attack plunders, the crawling darkness corrodes from Naga's feet. In the ice, faceless, drunk by darkness, Naga was desperate. Cold sweat tells Sten's cheek that he saw the end of the road. Doesn't go out of style. Stern stepped on it, but quickly switched it to the step, and now he kicks Shrek from himself and slaps him in the back with a spinning kick. However, Shrek disappeared from the scene shortly before.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Please calm down - something, maybe, there must be a way to open it -..."

"You're so unsure. Hey!!

Veroche also swells his cheeks in dissatisfaction at Sten's sad cry. It seems quite unforgivable that it has been taken by hand in my area of expertise (well). Then I left it up to Veroche to decide whether I should focus on avoiding it. At least, there doesn't seem to be anything that can be done actively by Sten.

"With a sharpened focus, if there's a gap, it's special. Really, he's a nasty assassin, you frog bastard...!

With a light tongue strike, Sten fisted again.

The pair of Digirre and Justa were aware of the anomalies that had occurred in the third layer.

Deep darkness like an abyss peering through a cliff. It's too late when you realize you're being taken in.

This situation where every obstacle just seems to have disappeared and its fruit is no longer even an inch ahead of it.

Justa was able to immediately feel who did it.

"This is - Shrark's!

"Fuck you, darkness, shit."

"Oh, Digirre, wow"

"Hung."

Activated by the phenomenon of divine erosion (Phase Skill) [Clean Old Swinging Head Spine Dagger], Digirre's Dagger breaks the darkness beautifully as if it were a scissor cutting paper. Justa praised the power of being able to eliminate night and darkness much more efficiently than Lantern as amazing.

Even if I didn't feel bad about being praised per se, Digirre had a blue muscle on her forehead in its mouth that complimented her first-risen child. Those two treasure roads are about to end.

"- Oh, even Shinobi says it's not easy to move freely in this darkness,"

"Ah... oh, grandpa, honey..."

There is one old man who is gracious, only a little taller than Justa. I held the liquor ladybug aside and gave a glimpse of my face. That look too familiar to Justa. Digirre lays an unknown knife with a white eye on him.

Towards them like that, the old man - Garrafus Welseia - only spoke out loud and relaxed.

"I just entered the third tier unauthorized, and I'm not subject to Shinobi cutting... well, I have the strength to just cut through them. Instead... you should decide that you were losing your temper because you only cared about demons."

"... demon ghost, did you say, monkey grandpa"

"Ho, the demon also called the monkey grandfather."

"Withdraw. Come on, Monkey."

"Even worse."

As he scratched his cheek, Garrafus glanced at Digire. But Digirre is not alarmed. Because I had already realized that he was in nature "so I could kill this one at any time." Ugh, exhale, and at the same time Digirre rotates the dagger around. There is no special significance in what it does. But it was too much for Justa to return it to me.

Garrafus Welseia was obviously ignoring her and moving on. I was relieved of that.

"Hey, hey, Grandpa! Why are you ignoring me? That didn't happen back in the day!

"... there is no reason to bother responding to a stupid granddaughter who lacks righteousness!

"Eh."

An abrupt drink. Justa opens her eyes, never having been intimidated by her grandfather. However, Digirre remained unchanged. Grasping his own machete, which emitted a fever like a palm flame, Digirre put the monocle back on.

"- Hey, fucking kid."

"... hey, what the hell"

"If you have something to say, say it first. If I say it first, it ends (...)"

"Er...?

End, what does that mean?

I didn't understand what that meant, but I still followed Digirre's words.

If you want to say something, there are mountains of them.

"Hey Grandpa! If you were alive, why didn't you come out then!? Our town was destroyed, and we were made good by Shrek! And now it's on the shrug! Guys, fall apart, like this......, Grandpa! Why is it attached to Shrark!?

"- Why, it's attached to the shrug. The answer is simple. To regain the pride of Shinobi."

"... dust, ri?

"Elected two years ago, the legendary Five Heroes... it was not a proud ninja who was elected to represent the Republic, but a man of mutation. In other words, it is nothing more than a denial of the power of the ninja that continues as a tradition. That's what Master Shrark said he would bring back the pride of his sneaking pride as an arrow that pierced loyalty. He said so to me that the Lord himself possesses impeccable power as a ninja and uses the power of ninja to reclaim this country destroyed by the Empire. So Non believed. To be faithful."

"... oh, Grandpa"

Then, and cut off one word, Garrafus looked at Justa with cold eyes.

"You got away. Be faithful as a ninja. Make that proud, and you're out of the news. If I were you, Noon would have nothing more to say to you."

"Huh... somthing"

To Garrafus' words, to the strangulation of Justa, she blues her face.

Poked me out to be wrong, denied by my grandfather, who had been with me since I was born.

It was Justa, who was proud to be a ninja, that made the current dialogue terrible.

Twitching, tears that you don't even want to catch in your eyes.

However, the Shizuku was to be wiped in a way that I had never imagined.

Goin, and.

Pain that makes a blunt noise and hits my head.

As a result, momentum splashed in the eye area. I had to close my eyes, so I couldn't help it. If you accidentally give him a face, he looks like a young man with his fist waved down. I can no longer say anything until this clearly shows that I was beaten.

But to Justa now, I couldn't even afford to raise my voice to protest.

With that in mind, Digirre stares straight into the glass.

"Don't go broke, monkey."

"... bankruptcy?

"Temeer's pride is nothing like dust and mustard dust."

"... I didn't know it would take me to deny Non's beliefs outright. Cheap provocation or something, young."

"No," cheap "is Temeye, not provocation. Temeer's pride in ninja is nothing but artillery balls used by someone. He wears them because he cares about honor and" pride. "It's ridiculous and funny, but he wasn't wrong about what I said."

A terrible contradiction.

It was in what Garrafus called the "pride of ninja," laughing at it with his nose, but Digirre's expression remained cold.

Justa, beaten and calmed, is bewildered by his words that push the monocle up once.

With such a hindsight of her, Digirre said looking to Galafus.

End, I said, the reason. The words.

"Temeye, it's already broken. Cancer. No... who broke it"