Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

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

Everything that was there reacts to the Lord of the Voice.

Tidy green hair, luxurious outfits that smell graceful, and cloudy eyes.

Nestled over the Shrark mansion, he looked at them in an uncomfortably frowned but exalted tone.

And when they saw him, some were astonished, and some were stunned, and some were -

"Hmmm! I don't know. I don't know! Who the hell are you?

"Sten, a guy named you...!

Digirre clutches her fist unexpectedly and floats a blue muscle on her forehead.

I wanted to crack my brain weather with my right arm right now. Speaking of that subject, he was relative to the intruder, dancing oddly in exactly the same tone as the green-haired man.

"Hmm,... what is this unpleasant demon ghost?"

Subject - In return for Sten's tone, the green-haired man seems to have pushed the unpleasant gauge to its maximum at once.

Stare at Sten with the colour of contempt in his dead fishy eyes.

But can a man who gives in to that extent get this far to the first person he meets?

"Hmmm! Wasn't the high tension vegan! Not good. Not good. Not good!

Justa shrugged unexpectedly, "Wow..." I wondered if I could also drop the tension of my opponent, who came all over the atmosphere, to the ground with one blow. Plus, when I was swallowing that nori and momentum and digesting it and turning it into a thing.

Again, I fight over who that demon ghost is.

"Don't just turn a gaze of weird interest on idiots, motherfucker."

"Oh, yeah, I knew you would. You're just stupid."

It was a flash, too.

Whatever it is, it's a sudden encounter.

I don't know about the green-haired man in front of me or why I'm here all of a sudden. No, there is only one exception. But she was relieved by the sudden events and had not been able to regain the thought that allowed her to have a conversation in the first place.

Therefore, only one man with frog-like eyes desperately suppressing a terrible headache said his name as he roared staring at the green-haired man.

"Reno...... aarrrr......!!

"Hmmm... It's hard to remember how to solve it, Shrark. I guess I have a severe pain as if I were going to rip the suture off the laceration again. Not good. Not good. Not good.

He waves his fingers gently as the green-haired man speaks out.

Digirre was the only one who noticed that the flow of magic vegetables mixed with the atmosphere had obviously changed and that "something" had acted on Shrark.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

"Hmmm!! Not if you're saying... Hey Shrek, are you okay!!

"Fucking demon ghost, you're kidding me, or I'm seriously gonna butch you."

Stonestone Sten also shouted at Shrark's modulation. It is arguably the earliest reverence that Digire will put his hand on his forehead near it, but I realize that Justa, who was watching it, has something to clean up before he turns his white eyes.

"Hey! What are you doing to Shrark!!

"What...? Look, I don't know, I'm just blocking bad memories. The Republic is being hunted down and the only way to get rid of the Empire is to change its current politics. Yes, to believe."

"Hey, wait a minute... what, that. Oh, such a thing, since when...!

"Whenever they say, hey, it was quite a few years ago when the eagle came to visit around here, so I don't remember... Hmm? Speaking of which, you know, I've seen it somewhere. Oh, the kid from the test of whether Shrark has decent thoughts!

"Tess, t?

Situation where you came to the Republic and you didn't know the right or left. Justa's chest felt as if the various questions that remained on her chest were going to melt. It was too obscure, Leidore State's doings. Suppose a shlak at the top was manipulated by another person - such as a man who is now in front of us.

If so, it's too unreasonable. And too much integrity.

"It would work if we induced Shrek's thought patterns and just a little bit of awareness about the situation in the Republic. Because I thought so. Hey, against Shinobu - I had to experiment with how it hits humans, especially on important posts. If I thought I was going to kill him, I'd" let him get away "outside for a reason, so I guess I had a lot of conscience left. Mm-hmm, and then I enjoyed hitting Shrek with all the information again, but hey."

"... but, eh? So, what about Shrark?"

"I thought he was going to kill me because he hated Shinobu a lot. As always, no matter how you fell, it looks like the girls and kids wanted to protect you. Aha, how can people's beliefs be so stubborn! No matter how much you twist your thoughts, it's very difficult to change their fundamentals. - Shrek."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

"Ma, as you can see. A while after I let you go, I was able to overshadow the inclination of the balance between what to protect and what to hate!

Crying like wearing heaven echoes in the third layer. Once again, Justa realized that a leader named Shrek Druid Gardeia was undoubtedly the man in front of him for such a crazy factor.

In the first place, Justa doesn't remember being a man named Shrek. I've only met him a few times in my childhood. The neighborhood is plausible when it comes to the obvious. But still, if you think back now. He was no stranger to the fact that he had been associated with Oldra's chief, his father, as a neighbor state.

"Well..."

And the fact that once Justa was protected by Raydoor chief Shrark, who thought he was a hostile.

That thing truly pokes my chest. So.

"Renoir Ruh......!!

One step, I came forward.

If the story so far is true, you can't keep this man alive.

Bite your teeth, grip your gains in both hands and stare. That gaze coincided with Renoir.

Relative eyes are blocked by some arm.

"Hmmm... that's the magic conductor"

"Magic move, aren't you going to hide it, Temee? Or how can that alter people's minds?"

"No, no, I'm hiding. I'm hiding. I'm hiding! Still, there's just something wrong with" visible "you... um, out of the way."

The sleeves of the white Y-shirt were blocking Justa's view. The gaze at Renoir over the monocle is tight, what the current conversation means is that... I called Nanicasare.

"Fucking kid, stay back. He's not a good opponent for someone who doesn't handle magic vegetables well enough."

"So, but"

Digirre, standing before her, looks back and whines with her cold eyes.

Keep the miscellaneous fish in. Yes, I've been told repeatedly. I do have to back off because I'm her. This is all the more so because he still didn't notice the attack. But still, there is something called willingness. He's sorry if he didn't hit me once.

I guess that's what I was thinking, but I was also stuck with Digire. He shows her his back when he raises his mouth angle like a shudder.

"You can even kick it in where it turns out to be the dead body of Bollocus."

"Wow, outer roads."

Besides, he said, "I'll take care of it now."

Justa grabbed her wrapped coat as she gave up gently.

Such a general ghost who was listening to the conversation between the two of them.

"... uh, what's that friendly air. I knew you'd get caught?

"Fucking demon ghost, Temeye, shut up if you don't want that mouth ripped off"

A lightly tongued digillet does not, however, turn a blind eye to Sten.

I'm just staring at Renoir and alerting him.

That's why I didn't even notice Sten's gaze. Only Justa behind it knows what's going on.

Neither Digirre nor Sten have seen anything about each other.

Cockroaching and neck ringing Sten confirms his will to Digirre because he is dividing his thoughts on what to do with the two crazy Shrarks and Renoir. It's extremely annoying from a digillette, but it wasn't like we were killing each other now.

"What's your knob?"

"- Blah, I'm letting my peers take care of me now because I don't seem to be mentally close. Be careful, at best. Monocle bald. He's the son of the Commander of the Demon King's army."

"Ho. I don't know what to look out for. All I could hear was," Don't hesitate to kill me. "

"Well, that's okay. I don't know anything about his guidance."

Sten hasn't hesitated to say "Monocle Shield Gets" or anything like that, but he hasn't heard Digire at the earliest.

There's no way we can work together, and I don't want to. Whatever's convenient, it's like killing each other off the back.

If so, no further words were needed.

"Hey, it's Mr. Renoir."

"Hmm, unpleasant demon ghost. Just because you talk to me hurts my feelings."

"Well, don't say that. Come on, tell me. Why did you manipulate Shrek to scratch the Republic so far?"

"Hmm, you're making a huge mistake"

"Am I?"

I dare you, Sten, to avoid the subject of Shanoar and Veroche. Because I had some kind of landmine smear, I thought this would be better for the last time. Therefore, when he realized it, Sten had forgotten "his mine" at some point.

"The eagle is not interested in what is a republic. I'm just interested in demons and human" minds ". I used it because a man named Shrark was a very discerning experiment that was separated from its beliefs and subconscious, and that it had public power. You see, unpleasant demon ghost. It's a country. It's not a small thing. It's more about the possibility of people."

"... there's no possibility of a person."

"It was a very fulfilling day to be able to boil down on the Mad Demons as well. Furthermore, we were able to experiment with shraak on mysterious mana crystals that can be used to improve human parameters suddenly. After that, as long as we could analyze the mighty force, we would have disappeared from here... but it was also a little more valuable for an experiment called Shrek."

Renoir glances at Shrark. Whether his throat was no longer crazy, his plundering screams and his blood tears from his frog-like eyes were just "about to break". That's why Renoir laughed. Fun, innocent.

Sten's cheeks move perfectly on that Renoir trick.

"What is the value of this shrug? Is it worth the use of smashing the man who has lived for the good of his country so far to see the tragic end?

"You're making a mistake again, you are. Besides, that's a rough one, isn't it? What can I be angry about?"

"What can I be angry about, hey? I'd rather keep it this way, for a reason to be angry. But you're telling me, Temee. Even a boulder ghost will serialize it Oi... tell me, how am I mistaken"

While trampling the sand of the street, Sten intimidates without even trying to hide his sharp dog teeth.

Seeing that step, the power, as waste teeth devour, Renoir said, looking at the sten with cold eyes.

"I told you earlier. Even if it's not hard to rewrite people's emotions, it's hard to twist people's" beliefs. "Shall I give you one problem here? When I solved the simple formula and the elusive one. Which feels better?

Digirre's eyes looked at Renoir unchanged.

I broke down as a researcher, my eyes on the pathetic.

To some extent, I can understand what he calls a "problem". But his, that's "going too far". I cannot tolerate anyone who has stepped off the path of being a person. As someone who is in that empire and heads the institute, I am in jeopardy. So Digirre just narrowed her eyes.

And.

There's a man who's not a researcher or anything, who just lives in a romantic way that loves people's hearts.

I can't even tolerate people's beliefs.

"- Ha ha."

My surroundings cooled all at once.

At that moment, Renoir must have realized. Leaping all at once, he releases one magic guide straight toward Shrark.

That is, the signal of fanaticism.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

A darker aura erupts from the perimeter of the shrug.

The fanaticism is greater than anything Renoir has ever applied to anyone. I mean, I realized the crisis in this situation earlier than anyone else, but late.

"Hmmm! The eagle isn't strong, so you're in trouble! That kind of thing. Huh!

Is that so?

What the hell do you mean by that?

Digirre looks next door in awe. Now Digire was "anxious to win" with his score. If so, it's more obvious than seeing the fire, such as how "he" would have felt if he wasn't helpless now.

"... Renoir. People's beliefs. Straight strong and heavenly, right, look at the spear. A spear that never breaks in a world where even having an iron heart can hurt you. Would someone else repaint that? I'm interested. What, so it's the value in use that makes you change?... Very well. Temee, only a guy like Temee, I shouldn't forgive him. Living a man's romance, his heart, his beliefs, that's what I believe in."

"... ugh, that's crazy, that's crazy. You're a demon, aren't you? Something's wrong with improving the parameters, huh? What a hegemony. What release of that magic vegetable. This is just the amount of demon ghosts can get out then..."

A cold sweat conveys Renoir's cheek.

I was vigilant and fanaticized Shrark fine, but when I came here Renoir felt anxious.

I was stepping on how much anything would never beat a helpless demon ghost, and this output was right, just...

"... well, whatever fantasy you have, I found out. This way. No complaints or denials. Hey. But, well, I'm sorry to hear that. You'll have to die in an accident, unfortunately, than I did."

Let's go.

The moment I whine like that, around "Bubble" and Sten, a burning aura sprays up completely different from the earlier Shrark.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"... oh no fucking demon ghost temee"

With tremendous fighting spirit, what springs up is enormous energy. As it springs up from within to encompass an individual named Sten, the running stream of its power praises and sublimates Sten even violently, not knowing that it will remain.

"Hmmm...... dude, you gotta be kidding me"

Now it was time Renoir's cheeks caught on.

The storm wrapped around the Sten stops, just red copper air standing around the Sten. This state is comparable to the corner of the "culmination of the demonic race", which Renoir is also well aware of.

"Uh, this is good after all. The most powerful."

"Hmm, did you mean" god sten "..."

Looking up at Renoir, who accidentally revealed his mood, Sten snapped furiously.

"Hmm, Renoir, you're making a big mistake."

"... what?

"I, Ibuki, the god, just told me everything."

"... it's a lie. Of you, it's not strange to say that you do befriend God's strength."

Hmm, and Sten whispered his ear at the lack of interest.

And when I gently recieve Renoir's word that it's okay.

"I don't care if you're a god or a demon or anything. I'll smash Temeer to death. Get ready, you mad bastard."

With "ghosting" in full use, Sten said.

The Renoir is soaking me up!

Midnight shrugs are soaking up! ▼

(Dedicated BGM, "Crazy Blossoming is the Windflower of the Villa - BOSS BATTTLE RENOIR")