Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

"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."

Spread a burning aura around him, his canine teeth swept out, and Sten said away.

Digirre, Justa, Paul and Veroche. And as Schlak and Renoir look forward, the ghosting of Sten explodes its original performance. It was incomplete until now. I couldn't keep reason when I first fought Veroche, the last cause of demon ghosts arriving.

Blood inherits, the ultimate in strengthening, one end of it.

"... sten"

Veroche's whining ended up in no one's ear. He was right around the corner, and even Paul, who had been put to sleep, seemed to have ended up without hearing because of his faint consciousness.

But what also enters Paul's sight is the appearance of a girl pointing her straight, somewhere moistened eyes at Sten.

One day a hostile opponent will be complete and against his own father.

"Hmm, not good, not good! Shrark, beat it thoroughly!!

――

No longer had the consciousness of Shrark Druid Gardeia, who should have been the Lord of the Republic Raydoors, almost worn off. Even though there was no absurd voice, only its flesh was alive.

He wraps something like a black beard around his hands and storms his body with purple electricity if he doesn't penetrate the dangerous person.

"-Dropped the power of" Reaper "to human level? Let's also admire the technique itself. But... it's a child trick, like cutting me in the front, shit."

It was Digire McLain who interrupted.

The black sword that Shrak had wrapped around disappeared as soon as he touched the yang flame drifted by a clean old sword. The great sword has no special power. But now the blow tells the story of the viciousness of being able to relentlessly crush the power of the opposite and only hit his own energy.

――

"I've never met you as a consul, but I guess your failure is one of those things that has left your back to the untrustworthy. That's why I don't condone it. Many suffered in the pocah of Temeer. Don't let the tribe make a mistake.... think, motherfucker"

Digirre's eyes lit with a flame of anger as she played Shrark's fist with momentum.

The people around us didn't know what the hell that was attributed to. But still, the only thing I can understand is the fact that Digire is holding back Shrark.

"Bye, Koraaaaaaa!

"Hmmm!! Not good, not good, not good!! Second Attack Magic/Convergence Explosion (Material Burst)!!"

At a time when Schlark, with troublesome powers for Sten, is being held back by the Commander of Magic. There were no walls against the "gods" looming in front of them. Only then will Renoir have to intercept with all his might.

Convergence blast. A number of black dots appear around Renoir at the moment they are so chanted.

endless as enveloping him in the air. of a frightening number. It becomes enlarged by trying to take in the ambient atmosphere. The air distortion that occurs at that time is reminiscent of the black hole.

"Ha."

Understanding that a tremendous mass of energy was protecting Renoir, the Red Goddess dared to assault him. fiercely, woefully, and disastrously. At least that was what Renoir seemed like, and terrorizes his opponents as a matter of course as he pierces them with a recoil that has submerged the earth.

That's why Renoir let all the surrounding energy masses erupt.

"Die!!

An awesome burst of sound, like a chain explosion. Paul and Justa unwittingly block their ears in a raging tinnitus. As the storms scattered around him momentously drove debris across the universe, Veroche was gaining nothing by putting up defensive junctions as instincts did.

"... I can't believe he came to Republic territory"

Unexpectedly Paul shrugs. What do you mean, "I don't like fighting"? Paul was convinced that he wasn't good at that, he just called it "bad" like or dislike. At least, I know perfectly well that even if the ninja of this country are bundled, they are not so enemies.

But Justa, who had taken refuge nearby, looked at Renoir and muttered.

"Right. If he came, Renoir would want to get away with it."

"... Huh?

I understand Justa's words before I ask.

All that energy explosion happened. At its center, he was there. Even though it is.

"Hyah!! Blast boost better ah!! Still eating this or mega platter purnch!!

"Plump!?

The appearance of an intact demon ghost, propelling an explosion ahead of it to make a massive leap, sticking his fist out of the air and storming head-on into Renoir as if he were going to bomb it too.

"Chaos Holy Wall......!!

"Oh, the wall? Wall, huh? Don't listen to the walls you need to get over or anything. But..."

The Pentagon's technique unfolds, and the red barrier of transparency exerts its power when it fails to protect Renoir from the gods.

Chaos Holy Wall.

He desperately prevents the fists of the gods while scattering the colour of the disastrous blood that is not ashamed of his name everywhere.

But if Justa and Paul's eyes are normal.

The next moment. The walls and the dots shattered unbroken.

"- I knew the walls would smash through, hey, hey!!

"Well done!!

Fragments of vitreous Good, empty fragments of the wall are quickly converted into atmospheric magic vegetables and disappear.

Renoir, who hurriedly swirled into the air and fled, dodged Sten's fist at the inches. But the wind pressure blew me away, and I tapered around and danced in the sky.

Landed with so much momentum that the earth sways, Sten gently tongues and raises his face.

"Hey, Cora, let me hit you. You hit me."

"The eagle doesn't want to be fresh juice yet so hey!!

"Your fresh juice and everything isn't refreshing, you idiot."

"Weird, weird, weird!! Why do you look at it with contempt? Hey!? And at this time. Come on!

Leaning his neck and chirping, Sten set himself up not to kick the ground again.

To be honest, as Renoir, I can't afford to deal with these monsters anymore.

Even just after I cracked my own magic for research. I care about brainwashing magic.

It's only a fool's business, such as God's opponent in such a state.

If so, Renoir will look around.

I found the face I saw and hung up the corner of my mouth.

Seeing that both shoulders of the stared reacted frighteningly.

"Hmmm! Happy and nostalgic to be there, my dear daughter!! It's been a long time since I've seen my father, kill the gods there! Strong, you are!!

"Hih..."

"Mr. Veroche......?

A green-haired man pointed his cloudy eyes at Veroche.

Paul, who was falling just around the corner, looks at her in surprise at a similar utterance to the screams that are not his feminine.

Her eyes seemed shaken by agitation and even frightened.

That's why Paul puts a question mark on the cause with the man in front of him.

My dear daughter.

What that word means is that these two are parents and children.

her father, who was the mentor's granddaughter. I mean, that man is the one who hits the mentor's son.

"Father... why are you here..."

"Hmmm! As long as it takes to talk around it, the eagle isn't in a certain organization right now! I was here as part of that activity. Yo! But I was lucky enough to meet you, not under the watchful eye of my blind father! Come on, let's just say you're coming with my father! And for that, I want you to get in the way of this god.

"That's funny, I thought there was a gap."

"Isn't that an interval while you're talking?!

The moment he made the gesture of reaching out to Veroche from the air, Renoir evaded dangerously as the god kick attacked him from the earth without shooting him through.

Sten's landing is in front of Veroche.

Try to show her the wide back of the dressing and stand between her and Renoir.

"I thought it might be time to calm down and talk to Temeer. He was a little emotionally unstable, so just relax.

"Hmmm! I don't know. I don't know... why are we getting along there, Air?

"I told Digirre and Justa not to use my whole dialogue!?

A slight sense of anxiety strikes me just because Renoir's eyes are looking this way in the dark and cloudy. Whether that was due to his hegemony, some sort of exorcism, or vegan, I can't tell Sten, but one thing I can still tell was that the girl behind him is frightened.

If it's physical strength, even though she's winning.

"Was it even planted in trauma...?

A puffy and crushed line never goes into anyone's ear.

Still looking at Renoir in the air, Sten spoke to Veroche behind him.

"Are you all right?

……

"Hey."

Silence.

Is she in a state of relaxation, or is something wrong?

It was then that Sten, anxious about the boulder, tried to turn around.

"Hmmm! All right, all right, that sounds good. Let's hear what my father has to say. Hey! I took over the Watashi's guide, and at that age, I completed an awesome guide. Well, it's important that I reward you for that. Oh, my God. If you weren't here, you'd be just a little girl!

"Oh, Father..."

"Don't forget that the remnants of the eagle's magic vegetables are in its body more than you have taken over the eagle's guidance, Kimi. No. Hmm, good boy, good boy, now kill the god, in the chaotic undermoon taught by the eagle!

Try to match the tone of the fanning Renoir to reinforce the hegemony of Veroche behind it.

The same dark magic power as Renoir in the front raises its output so that it slowly boils down.

"Shh, Mr. Sten!

Paul screams, but Sten didn't turn around.

Looking ahead to Renoir, stay stuck covering Veroche.

Her treacherous magic twists, and it doesn't matter if she adds more output.

Even though he says he's in a state where he can't even hear Sten.

"Mr. Sten! Maybe Mr. Veroche only hears that Renoir voice! Even when they saw me earlier, I thought I was activated."

"Hmmm! Shut up, you worm!

Paul's words crippled him, and Renoir waves without activating the magic guide.

Staring at it, Sten was laughing though.

Behind the back, I don't know what Veroche looks like.

I may already be deaf to Sten's voice.

Renoir's voice may have forced him to unleash his magical guidance.

Still, Sten turns forward. And have fun, as usual, speaking up.

"Hey, Veroche."

……

Words, of course, don't come back.

But still, Sten...

"I believe you."

"Ahhh..."

Renoir unleashes his magic guide towards Paul.

Blunt runoff, similar to the chaotic undermoon.

Sten intercepted it directly in front of him with a "kick".

"Nah, nah, nah!!

"Become......!! My dear daughter, not yet! Do that blind god thing!

Renoir shouted that way as he tongued at the obstruction of Sten, who was not viewing Veroche as an enemy factor until the end of the day.

Haven't seen him since he was kicked out of Shanoar, but the reason why Veroche's emotional ups and downs have become scarce is in Renoir. This veloche, because it was attached to his spiritual experiments.

It didn't seem like that her personality had changed much.

If so, Renoir entered another "where she hasn't changed".

That's what Renoir says.

I had my self until earlier, but I dropped it gently into hypnosis. Now I can do it.

Because I made sure that no one's obstruction, no one's words, nothing but my own would go out of my ear.

So.

"… Oh, I refuse -"

"... what!?

I was sure there was no reason to say no. That's why, the frightening dialogue.

But Veroche looked to Renoir with his light gone eyes.

To Renoir, who doubts his ears, Veroche continues to rave.

"I am… now, because it is so much fun… I'm sure that fun is something that someone has given me… I am only that person who is…" fun "… I can't … I'm sorry, Father…"

"... I thought it was the same as it used to be. Mm-hmm, if you missed my guess, I can't help it!

Out of the dull runoff that was being kicked back by Sten, Renoir turned one turn to kill the recoil in the air.

Staring at Veroche with his frustrating eyes, he gave a frightened look, however, just as he used to.

Something that's the same as old times but still can't give way to.

No, it's like.

I love Renoir, I love to break bees, isn't it like "belief"?

"Heh," fun "itself. It's me, I'm sure. Yeah, probably. No, what do you say...? If you were here besides me, that sounds like fun... well, no, I'll ask you later. Hey Renoir!

"Hmm. It's too early to get high, god damn it!!

Around. A distorted grin that sounds like that.

Renoir said looking at Veroche, who seems to be still hypnotized.

"I thought I told you earlier. My beloved daughter has sublimated so far by taking over the power of the eagle. In other words, there is still remnants of the Watashi's magic vegetables. The blood factor is engraved. Mm-hmm! I thought" initializing "was a hassle, but I can't help it!!

"... Hey Renoir, what are you going to do?"

Nasty hunch. Making something intuitive happen, Sten stared at Renoir.

"Initialize"

Maybe the only word in this world that comes with a pin is someone who is in a research position. Paul and others now have a look that they don't really understand what they're going to do.

But that is not the case with Sten. Before the distinction between rational literature, for Sten, initialization means:

It's about getting rid of the save data.

You can never forgive such outrage.

"Ooh Cora...... try that. Definitely erase Temeer."

"Hmmm! Too bad, I can't help it because I'm already doing it!! Punishment for cocking the eagle. Ah......!!

"Son of a bitch!!

A moment of intersection. Sten approaches Renoir at a rate that plays the atmosphere.

But Renoir's was just good to look into Veroche's eyes and gently exude caution.

"Fuck you. Awwwww!!

"Pei!?

I'm in.

Did you realize that, Sten or Renoir?

Momentum swung his fist into his cheek, and Sten blew Renoir toward the house.

As the smoke stood in, Renoir, who rose even when his jaw was crushed, also grinned.

Are you okay, Sten turned around and looked at Veroche, turning his eyes round.

Renoir, who returned to the sky to see Veroche, "initialized" with all due respect, also opened his eyes.

"- Oh, you know what?"

It was a third party who spoke out.

"I thought if you met Veroche, you would definitely set up an" initialization "procedure. I was putting together a counter ceremony for her so Veroche wouldn't even know. Rex will help you with the transfer."

"Ha ha...... hey Renoir. Temeer's losing."

Sten, smiling lightly, looked at Renoir, hatefully distracted by his expression as he turned around.

"Why... here...!

Renoir turns hatred to the surface like before.

Whatever it is, Veroche was probably working on it with a feather pen in one hand.

"But the point is, as expected, that's what you're saying. This is mine!!

- Because he was my own father.