Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Dan, and I heard a kick in the ground. Annoyed by the vibrations echoing around him, Veroche exercises his magical guidance and floats.

There is already no one on the earth who made the submerged crater, with golden eyes in front of Schlark's eyes at the next moment.

"What...!?

"You hit me!!

Sten's first offense was just a flash of events.

Midnight's intrinsic magic guide unlocked by Veroche. Sten's assault, with a slight emptiness made of shraak, is just a substitute for what can be described as an electrolithic fire. Shrark can't even wrap a corpse mist around him, and he immediately crosses his hands to defend himself in an attempt to mitigate the impact.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

"What, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Shaken demon ghost fist.

That means nothing more than that there was an overwhelming difference in force.

The momentum blown away Shrark, penetrating a single wall of dwelling, two turns and three turns. Even if carefully passing minimizes damage, the sloppy lower left arm proves the power of the blow now.

"… you"

"Phew, it's neat. It's good to put a blow in... but don't get in trouble for an ambush next time. There's nothing I can do if that weird twist comes out."

Sten fishes up the corner of his mouth as he waves his hands gently and plumply. Is it because of the refreshment that I was finally able to put a shot in, or because I was able to tap into the reason for my anger as declared? In any case, the timing from which Midnight's inherent magic guidance could be cut off was finally a signal for the start of a counterattack.

The endurance of Schlak, who was beaten to the ground and quickly stood up to show it whether he bounced or not, is also stunning, but the power of Sten's fists is not inherently unbearable to mundane humans. I managed to get a decent shot at it because it was a shlake that was layering class changes, born as a mutation, and yet building muscle strength. But still, probably not next.

In the first place, Shrark's style of fighting is because he doesn't think about attacking the enemy.

"... unconscious, or"

Shrark shrugs, glancing at his left arm, which neither moves with force nor tingling.

In the meantime, Veroche had an idea of what was going on around him.

Erased by her chaotic undermoon didn't seem to be the direction in which Shrark's mansion was located.

It didn't go as far as true and reverse, but the track was quite off track. Spilling a small "shame" on her mouth, she observes how the remaining madmen are doing. Though most of them had been ice marinated by her mirror siege, there were still figures of those who survived and restrained her.

Now what am I going to do with them, look at Sten as he tours his thoughts?

He seemed to be prepared for the black jaws while he was relative to the shraak in him.

"If you hit that one, it sure would be the first one."

Hmm, one nod.

Already in both fists of Shrark there was another burst of corpse fog unfolding. He broke his arm, and even if he didn't move, he seemed like an abdominal build-up to use centrifugal and demonic powers to fight somehow. While observing the situation, consider the optimal solution that Veroche should take now.

I wonder if I could have stood around better if I were my own grandfather, but I can't even think about it now.

For one thing, restraint. And not letting Sten interfere.

Keep your consciousness around so that unexpected enemies and others don't appear from the Shrek Mansion here.

"... ahhh?

As Shrek and Sten faced each other, Veroche sensed three new signs.

Something is coming. Trying to let Sten know about it, Shrek uttered one word before it.

"- Why"

"Am I?"

I wonder why you care about the children of the Republic.

"For me, people and demons are equally" people. "You know, if a kid was trying to get into the hands of an adult, let alone be unreasonable, he'd want to shelter, he'd want to protect, but he'd want to prevent it."

"Men equally of the devil tribe and man,? You are heretical."

"I'm tired of hearing about heresy, heterogeneous, puzzling, and unusual. Surely there's nothing more peculiar about being in this world than me."

"But"

Hmm, exhaled one, and Shrark laughed as if he'd given up somewhere.

"The heresy, I'm sure, is the right one. If we were all heretics like you, maybe no one would have to grieve."

To the words, Sten frowns at the root.

There is an irresistible groove between man and the devil tribe, which now takes shape in front of him and is there.

That is proof that there was no easy disconnection, such as a few years, and no other great proof that the Demons and humans do not recognize each other as people.

It is a great invention for humans to fight the Mad Demons, nothing more or less.

Treating humans as livestock is terribly normal for demons, and not as blameworthy.

So Sten was heretical, but Schlak said it was right.

"... Come on, I don't know"

Sten sarcastically loosens his mouth. What the hell is in those eyes? Previously on Anger, at least not lighted. But hostility was the same, and tolerant of the other everywhere.

"If someone like me were here, they'd all go nuts?

"Still, no one weeps. The eagle wanted to wipe the shizuku of despair that the republic spilled."

"All the sacrifices that Temeer would have made for it, you idiot."

"Oh, I suppose so. But if the Empire is doomed, the Demons are doomed, even if the Shinobi are doomed, the eagle is fine if the Republic can laugh!

I ran out of words.

Straighten up everywhere, raise your voice.

Even for a moment, Sten lost his word to that word, which had no cloudiness at all but one guardian of the Republic.

How much guilt will be on this man. How many will be saved by this man?

Perhaps both of them are mountains. A man named Shrark was helpless and sincere enough to make him feel strongly that it was unacceptable to tolerate it, but to stop it irresponsibly.

So if you can throw words there, that's just the people of this country.

"... Shrark, who's you?"

"Paul!? You were alive!

There was a figure of one young man who wet his torso bright red but slowly walked step by step, laying his hands on a pile of debris dusted by the chaotic undermoon of Veroche. The leg is naturally indelible. To support his body, he makes a scratch on his hand with rubble but still walks over to Shrark.

"Why"

What is it, Shinobi?

"Why didn't you come to the idea of coexistence over this period, with so much will?"

"As long as we are ruled by the Empire, I'm sure the people of the Republic cannot laugh. Shinobi can't be used for anything. If so, this was the only way to get rid of the outside enemy without hurting the people. That's all. … is that what you Shinobi ask? You guys were just trying to get away with the" inside "where only we can hide and finger the people of the Republic are dying!!

I can roar.

Strong, big. Shrek's cry that feels like reprimand, not intimidation.

I'm sure Shrark didn't have any allies.

My own admirable brother, who traveled as a mutation, died defending the world. Even so, Shinobu was incompetent in a crisis in a country called the Republic. As one person, Shinobu is untrustworthy, and that is why on his own, Shrark sought to rebuild the Republic.

While admired by the Imperial College, he has used his untrustworthy ninjas and abandoned his personal greed to fight for the rebirth of the Republic.

"... Sure, we did not have the patience to help. But we never abandoned our people. In there, in the orphanage, it was the children who let them get away first. Many of us died and still struggled to keep our people from killing.... and"

……

"Besides, the Empire didn't do any oppression. Everyone was satisfied with your reign in Lindbarma. You must have made the smile of the first people. Yet why, do this! Was it necessary to make Lord Garrafus proud of his ninja, deceive and deceive the children's ninjas, including Princess Justa, and lose numerous people in the intelligence battle, to get this far!? The Empire has barely intervened in politics, even if form is what swallowed the Republic!

At the same time Paul complained, he bled. He's almost a bug breath already, getting into it and kneeling without force.

Watch Shrark as Veroche flutters closer and lets him sleep in the air.

Maybe Shrark had been the enemy of the orphanage children as it was. With that in mind, Schlak's idea is of concern even as a Veroche. That's why I wanted to know what he would give back. But in Veroche's eyes, it wasn't what Shrak looked like earlier.

"... what are you talking about?

Really. Shrark, blinking his frog-like eyes, was staring at Paul and solidifying.

Nothing can keep up with the sudden transformation, and Shrark is attracting everyone's attention.

When he put his moving right hand against his face, he shrugged in trembling words.

"Wait, wait. The Empire will be abusing this country strongly. That's why the eagle set up an overturned offensive using this madman tribe until it tormented the people of Leidore once and for all, the town of Lindbarma, which he has so painstakingly created...!

"Hey, Shrark! You, what..."

loose, and its body leans, and somehow supports it with its right foot.

Even though Sten spoke to Shrek, who had clearly gone crazy, it seemed as if Shrek had not heard him.

"Shrark!! Hey Shrek, I'm sorry!!

I can't even get close, not close.

Somehow Sten yells at me and tries to give it back, but it doesn't work.

I bit my teeth and handed up my dressing sleeve wondering if I would punch him one shot, it was that moment.

- One hundred and twenty times as much trouble as I imagined. - Shit.

Za, and one young man appeared on the ground.

"Also, monocle bald!?

"Who's the monocle bald guy, you fucking demon ghost!!

Momentum to kick the ground, Digirre McLain tried to hang on to Sten as he was despite his sudden appearance.

"Wow! Stop it!

"Get off me, you fucking kid!

But thanks to one girl trying to hold it from behind and stop it, there would have been no flash of defense.

It was all those who were here who looked at the pictorial surface and had bitten their teeth when they realized that they had completely forgotten to tell them earlier that there had been three human reactions around them, leading up to Veroche.

Pompous, Sten spills the real deal.

"... why is Justa and Monocle Bald together?

"I don't mind that. This, what's the situation?

"Oh, yeah, Shrark!

To that word returned by Justa for such pure doubt, Sten turned to Schlark, as he recalled.

"... eagles, indeed, with this eye the repression of the empire"

"Ha? Temeer called me and said it was noninterference, and I was paranoid about dominating what?"

"... Ki, Sama, of the Empire"

"It's Digire McClain. I heard a report that Temeer was messing around, and I came all the way here, and you were right."

Hung, and Digirre, who snorted gently, responds to Schlark as she depressingly pulls Justa's head off.

"I stopped him and he didn't treat me badly."

I would have killed him if I hadn't stopped him.

"No, you know, so"

"What's this criminal reserve," said Sten, as the pair appeared with no conversation.

But I look at him with vigilance over Digirre, because it's more important that Shrark isn't the other way around.

Veroche while keeping Paul protected and Shrark in a state of confusion with his head. What kind of incomprehensible Justa and some kind of monocle bald guy.

What kind of combination is this? If he thought of it as something like that, Sten realized something was wrong with the fanatical demons around him.

"... Am I?

"This, ha"

but the fanatical demons who suffered, scratching their necks uniformly, agonizing, etc.

Naga or orc or orga, but all the Demons are in one place.

What's going on? When Sten stands to cover Veroche, there, his voice echoes.

"Hmmm! Not good, not good, not good!! It's not very nice to let Shrark get his memory back here!

Sten guessed. That the Lord of this voice is the mastermind.

Veroche looked up as if he had been played. I knew the Lord of his voice.