Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

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

I glance at my eyes and look at the glass with my eyes over the monocle.

Justa looked up at Digire in such a way that he didn't grasp the meaning of the word well, unexpectedly.

In the midst of the night darkness, two and one are relative. However, the cause of this glued condition was not the antagonism of the forces or the exploration of each other, but was attributed to a more pure part.

Are you facing each other as enemies?

Justa had not been able to determine it clearly.

"... broken," he said?

"That pussy monkey, he's almost self-absorbed. Eh, he's a lump of paranoia. As a person, it's over."

"Huh!?

It's over as a person. Until that word truly means something, Justa doesn't know.

But still, I was breathtaking that the old man in front of me was no longer "nostalgic grandfather".

Whether I am still young or not, I still cherish the warmth I felt in my childhood as a memory.

So Digirre's words pierced him, but he could not deny that it was a wonder and a lie.

Because if you ask me, it does make the old man in front of you feel an extraordinary force, and at the same time drift to something like madness.

"Broken? Say something different, kid. He's just an old bone who lives on his own."

"That's why that thought is going crazy...... okay. Hey, fucking kid."

Giving up the dialogue early, Digirre sighed lightly, clamping her shoulders before gripping the great sword with both hands. With his half inclined and his blade beneath him, that's Digirre's state of battle. Look sideways at Justa, whose confusion does not heal, and speak softly.

"... what the hell"

"Set up."

It was that moment.

"Huh!?

The sound of dull iron bumping into each other.

Something heavy on a dagger who told me to set it up and set it up with conditional reflexes.

"- Oh, do you want to take that?"

"- Temeer is the only one who's caught off guard. Grandpa's right in front of me. He's not nice, he's just a monster."

"... Oh, Grandpa...!

Her dagger that makes a squeaky noise. of the Galaphs beaten with enough momentum to jump. In contrast, it finally outshines by crossing the two daggers. But still, the strength of the power to hold him down remains unchanged, and Justa complains in a painful state of even breathing on his stomping.

With my eyes, why?

"Follow the Lord, Master Shrark, and prosper the Shinobi again. To do that, you don't have to be interrupted right now."

"That shrug! Are you really a good person? In the town of Strum, here too, people looked so great about" Special Advisors "! Oldra's ninjas were all narrow-shouldered! It's not weird to freak out the Demons! That's all people do too, isn't it, Shrak?! Why does Grandpa obey?

"If that is the last hope of the Republican realm oppressed by the Empire, if it is the path shown by the man who extremes the Shinobi, then Non has reason to obey!

"Huh...!

To the impact of iron and iron meeting, a red spark that explodes.

Lightly landed by the sky, Galafus looks at Justa with his wrinkly, thin eyes.

Speaking of that Justa, he was stepping back in the bounced state. I have no power in my eyes, even though I immediately restart my dagger. Ho, exhale one, and make your dry lips smaller. Extreme tension, rather than confusion.

Perhaps the Garrafus is broken from what Digirre says. I thought so myself.

And sure. Garrafus' words do not echo anything in Justa's mind.

"... hey, fucking kid"

Justa, who is calmly beginning to analyze herself, looks up to the voice she has heard from her head. As ever, there was one man standing in a grumpy, and irresistible, frustrating breeze dyed angrily behind his eyes.

Because of his leaning over, Justa's expression must have been something Digire didn't understand.

But Justa doesn't know his current emotions either. I don't know what to do.

"Hey Digire. I wonder what I should look like now."

"Mm-hmm."

Hilariously, on the side, Digirre looked to Justa.

She stands with a dagger in both hands, gazing at the glass in the front.

No one alarm, just one gap.

So Digirre said in dismay.

- It'll come with action.

"Oh well. So... angry, okay?

"If that's Temeer's will."

Justa's eyes, standing in front of Galafus, switches from confusion to confusion.

I don't know what Grandpa is talking about, so I can't forgive the man in front of me, and my thoughts switch to.

What was in the state of confusion was the difference between hope and hope that Grandpa couldn't have said that.

Therefore, the spearhead of Justa's anger turns to the man in front of him.

"Oh, it's my will. Grandpa's wrong."

"Right. I'll just say it first. I can't fix that anymore."

"... broken, was it? If the magic expert tells me I can't do it, I'll have to give it up."

"... oh, you've been so decent"

'Cause I was thinking about what it meant to think for myself.'

With Galafus Welseia in front of him, Justa takes another step.

A sign that she takes a step as one person at the same time as showing her will to fight.

Turning to Digire, who opened her eyes gently, her gaze remained intact and she shrugged.

"To not be confused by the immediate situational information, and to accept the facts firmly, though they are, and then to give an answer. That's what you think for yourself. Though I came back to the Republic territory and thought it was a lot of things. Because of internal circumstances, we have to look more from the outside," I thought.

"Then what will Temeer do with my grandfather, you fucking kid?"

"Have him fall down here. Manipulated, broken. Because that is already the ninja that has fallen to speak of pride. And I ask Shrark,"

"Right."

Huh.

I thought Digire laughed small.

For the first time, it should be. In front of Justa, I laughed naturally. No mockery, no laughter, a natural smile.

It was only for a moment, but it still seemed like I did laugh.

So.

"Enough is enough.... I'm sorry, Digirre and I do. And my stupid granddaughter. I don't know if I'm gonna let you die here."

Justa didn't realize that the presence of Za, and Garrafus, had disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Two daggers of Galafus' weaponry, too. Justa's weapon is the same. Whether it is treated as a flying tool or gripped and wielded because it is, that judgment must be made first. Totally alarmed, I don't know what kind of attack is coming.

"Shit-"

At that moment, a painful sound sounded like iron had been slapped and broken.

"Oh... oh..."

- Even at the institute.

It wasn't Dagger who was wielded, it was the Dagger.

The gulafus dagger is both slapped and broken from the roots, with a blade poking around its neck.

The quietly murmured words were as irrelevant to this place, and both Garrafus and Justa accidentally turned their gaze to him.

"I can't help it. When idiots learn hard and learn and still give a series of answers that are so fucking off-target, they want to kill me. But still, I won't kill you for a reason. - Because I like to see him rejoice when he gets his answer right. It's not an innocent imitation, motherfucker."

"Nah... the institute, then...?

It was now Galaphs' turn to glance in amazement.

Institute. What that word means is that it corresponds to an "army" for an enemy empire -

"Honorary Dean of the Imperial College of Studies - what a title I have. I'm sorry, Temeer's granddaughter is coating me up."

"... if you think you're dressed in unfamiliar clothes"

As Garraffs glanced at Justa, he remained woven with his coat dragging down his hem as he slouched.

And on its back, two muscles that were indeed carved.

"... the Commander of Magic"

"You're right. What a good place to put a magic conductor in this place over a fucking demon ghost, de third class too. Don't think the Empire will lose to him like that."

Hiraki and Digire look at Justa.

Keeping the machete sticking to the glass, with it intact.

"... yeah"

"That's okay."

What exactly was her intention in her snort?

As much as I don't know that, neither Digirre nor Garrafus are stupid.

That's why the teeth-beating Galaphus scratched and crushed his own back teeth before the sword he shook up scratched his own neck off.

"Huh!"

That moment.

I noticed something. Digirre flies down holding Justa.

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Clean Old Swinging Head Spine Machete] -

The explosion was almost simultaneous with the Great Javelin exercising its power.

Suicide bombing.

An outburst of energy that is so reputable and inconsistent, that it does not contemplate its own departure.

earth-smoke and wind pressure commensurate with the power and. As for the heat, you would be fortunate to have been able to prevent it with his machete.

The energy refined by the magic vegetarian is powerless in front of the digillet.

Thus, Justa, shrunk in his arms, was able to peer into a rough blast.

"... No way"

"You died flashy, shit. That's the same as the other ninjas."

Chi, and in his tongue-in-cheek gaze is a large, snagged crater and a splash of red in its center.

Digire himself soaked the blood on his cheeks uncomfortably because of a light bath of blood.

"Oh, you know, Digire"

"What the fuck?"

"Thank you, help me"

The girl who was held away scratches her cheek a little shy.

Realizing that she was in her own chest, Digirre turned her eyes round and then raised her blues and dumped her on the ground.

"Ghan!"

"From now on, you can protect yourself, you mutton fish."

"Right. Thanks."

……

Somewhere, like, out of the blue.

With that impression, but not funny, Digire walks out ignoring her.

There must be a shrug ahead.

In the dark, Justa followed Digire to throw the last question.