Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Shanoar Vie Atmosphere and Renoir Vie Atmosphere.

Relatively, the parents and children of the Atmosphere family who go to the witchcraft cutting edge.

To a dramatically changing development, bystanders like Justa and Paul could no longer only black-and-white their eyes. Suddenly "summoned" on the spot, a magnificent man in his vest with one hand of a feather pen lights a fire with his fingers when he can snap a cigarette with his graceful hand. A loose purple smoke danced, and the name of the man who exhaled heavily was Shanoir. He is the leader of the Demon King's Army and the most powerful wide-area magician of modern times.

Top prize neck, with republican leadership roughly placed on the earth where humanity is.

Such a man suddenly appeared in front of Veroche.

"Hey Sten, I've been fine, this is me!

No, listen to me.

The "goddess", gently flaunting his shoulders, looked to Renoir in the same way that he stood comfortably alongside his "mentor". The most powerful class of guards and the equally awesome force of the avant-garde. I wonder who can beat the state these two have put together. At least, it's not easy to think of people who can relate unless the first seat of the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Supervisor and the former second seat stamped with a double-speared Magic Supervisor are tagged together.

Throw the cigarette in the air and turn it into dust mustard the next moment.

This man, who even feels so gentle and gentle, was originally reminiscent of the aristocracy around the kingdom if Renoir and Sten did not make it clear that he was a "mentor".

"Well, Renoir. Ten years, maybe."

And his eyes looked at the universe.

Ahead, the figure of Renoir, who had just been crushed in the jaw by Sten earlier.

Did you regenerate immediately? I don't see any scratches yet.

But as in its place, where was the leeway until earlier, hatred on cloudy eyes, in return for Shanoir?

"... I didn't know you'd run into your father at a time like this"

"I told you, I am. It won't come true to touch Veroche."

"Put together a soothing ceremony for that fresh-face.... is nothing more than a slave to the" Talking Scriptures. "

Slave? and Sten reacts with a tingling frown.

But I don't mind such a thing. Shanoar laughs lightly at Renoir's words and recieves them.

"You can say whatever you want. I will do my best for the memorial. That's a creed, this is my creed. That's why I don't tolerate actions that involve people in my aspirations like you do and don't exhaust themselves"

"Chi......"

Hit me in the tongue, throw up.

There, something came down.

Just while Shanoir and Renoir confront each other.

And it was as if he had already lost his mind, when he made a sound, and was slammed to the ground.

"Shrark."

"Hung, I broke a bone to disable... but why is there a leader of the Demon King's Army here?"

"Hey, new second seat. It's fine to argue, but now let's go with a light truce. If that's the case with Stern, I'm on his side."

……

I don't blame you. With such a sentimental expression on his face, Digire nevertheless shut his mouth.

Now there is an evil that needs to be done more than that.

He also understood that ignoring it and fighting it was extremely dangerous, as he seemed to ignore the smoked spark. At least, much more than Sten.

"... to the Commander of Magic, Father. Hmm, I don't care what you think. Minutes are bad. Well, then, I have no choice. I got Shrek's data."

Shh, Renoir raised his hand.

At that moment, "the gate opens".

"That's the same thing as Rex. I see."

Shanoir, glaring at him, said so as he was convinced somewhere.

Renoir opens his mouth in exasperation at the windy atmosphere.

"What, you don't think it's a betrayal of your people? It's unpleasant, unpleasant, unpleasant... but I can't help it."

The gate was open directly beneath the fallen shrug.

Justa leaks her voice low to Shrark, quickly captured by a black vortex.

I had so much to ask. I felt the will to protect the Republic even if my consciousness was being manipulated, so I was determined to "talk".

"... wait for the desk, you fucking kid. He's not dead."

"... ugh, yeah"

She nods at the words that Digirre, standing in front of Justa, small-mouthed. I wasn't just a childish kid anymore.

"Shrek's was unexpected, but, well, we just have to smash him to death before he gets away at the gate."

The moment the gate opened, Sten had already moved to beat Renoir without letting him escape.

But Renoir fishes up his mouth there once again distorted.

"There's no way a weasel can just run away with someone so disturbed in front of him"

"Huh?

What do you mean?

There was no time left to question that intention, however.

"Eh, fourteenth offensive demon - undermoon rambling!!

Moments, a black runoff dances wildly between Renoir and Sten.

Undoubtedly it is Shanoir's operative ritual, which for a moment fails to keep up with the understanding that blocked Renoir and himself. But as soon as I realized that wasn't just an attack or a target for Sten.

Because.

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Harmonization of Heavenly Illuminating Cooking] -

"Nuh, guh......!!

The propulsion used to make the leap ran out. At the same time that the atmospheric magic vegetables disappear, debris that could be bounced with undermoon ramblings arrives "by chance" in front of Sten.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sten!

"Don't worry about it! That's not what you're after. I understand!!

Sten landed in front of Shanoir as he flew.

Renoir eats his teeth with a little remorse and stares.

Speaking of Renoir, he was just standing there, laughing naturally at it.

I don't see any particular use of magic guidance.

Because he understands, Sten holds his fist uninformed by the sensation of the remaining magic vegetarian in his hand.

And it was naturally this man who best understood the current wave of demonic guidance, the motion of magic vegetables.

"It's the magic of alien phases now. … the phenomenon of divine erosion (Phase skill). And it is the bastards of Astarte who can do this, or -"

Digirre's words broke off on the way.

"Or me.... right? Digire McLain."

Fluffy.

In front of Renoir, the girl who landed with an umbrella open. Floating in the universe, naturally, he looked over to observe the earth with its unusual blue eyes.

Golden hair, like a doll, cut at the neck. A blue-dyed kimono that's not supposed to look familiar but somehow comes tight. Not worthy of a stormy hegemony, young looks.

"... Yatano, honey"

"Long time no see, but it's not. Well, it doesn't matter either way."

She smiled at yaka as she gently suppressed the hair on her ear.

But I don't know, unlike her so far, that smile is hopelessly cold out.

The blue-eyed without light looked terribly cloudy as did the man next door.

"What a black yatano.... What happened?"

"... hey fucking girl, that's him"

You can either feel the obvious hostility being directed at you, or you can only make Sten cling to your mouth.

Besides that state of affairs, Digirre, who was at first a "colleague," stared over the monocle at her gesture of transformation. What came out of my mouth was the suggestion that it was an obvious adversary to be next door. But she still had the same emotionless grin.

"I'm done. Everything. Then at least you want to fight it."

What are you talking about?

"Nothing, the hard part. Right, maybe..."

Yatano's gaze passed naturally and sten as it was, moving to another man.

"Why don't you ask the fitters of" The Unspoken Scripture "there, though?

"Shano, Earl. You know something."

……

On the side, Sten inquired.

But usually there are no words to return swallowing, instead piercing silence.

I thought I heard the word "scripture not to speak" somewhere, but I couldn't find any words to put on Yatano today because of his lack of further knowledge.

"Because Sten is a demon tribe. If you chose the way to go with the mentor there and his granddaughter, there must be no reason to say anything to me. - Renoir."

"Hmm, I'd love to kill them all if I could, but can't you do it a little bit? Well, there is an avant-garde athe (...), and let's just say we crush it once we get back. Because of this, let's keep it in the name of the eagles."

Too bad I couldn't retrieve Veroche, but I got all the data.

After that, Renoir speaks out.

"The eagles are the tribe of Pai Dawn. The organization that fights for the sanctuary invasion to come. You'll find out soon enough, the truth that this world has brought, if you say so," new. "Well, maybe I can't help you right now."

"Isn't that a waste?"

"It's not a waste!!

I forgot the language and ate it down Renoir, but in an instant I coughed it back to me.

Digirre stared at the same sten that made the same tea. But he realized his gaze wasn't laughing.

"Yatano."

"... Around you can still talk to me, you're the same. I almost killed him."

"No, you'll talk to me. What conspicuous appearance do you think, you idiot?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Uncomfortably, Yatano frowns.

Naturally, however, it is not Sten who cares about the reaction of such opponents.

"I don't know what makes you follow Renoir. But look, take the counseling of your ghost brother for once. 'Cause I'm gonna ask you all sorts of questions about how you got so sloppy."

"Eh..."

"Am I?"

Bullshit.

Severe pain and gravity that engraves your whole body so much that you don't think it's roughly from this world.

It took so long to understand that it was a hegemony that it was unleashed endlessly.

The boulder sten is so much that I have to take a step back.

Perhaps Sten stepped on some kind of landmine, Shanoar puts a light protective wall on Cigarette. In everyone else distorts their expression in bitterness.

The screams of Yatano echoed around.

"It was decided because you smashed it all up. Grrrrrr!!

At that moment, every magic element in the atmosphere is rampant and insane.

The third layer of Lindbarma was erased without a trace by a "coincidence" hurricane.