Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Lindbarma third layer.

The safest place in the city of Lindbarma, so to speak, where the outer circumference was protected in a donut shape by the first and second layers.

However, the warm brick-built streets with a sense of elegance had no shadow to see at the earliest, and this compartment, which was supposed to be central, had become the center of the doughnut in the true sense. Originally, it is an empty hole in the streets.

The pieces of furniture and conditioning stacked with piles of debris and glimpses of life were torn apart and smashed to pieces almost as if they were poorly made decorations or something.

Occasional winds carry dust and swell gray, with only a small sound rubbing against the ground and brick fragments.

Wilderness or ruin? In any case, the third layer of Lindbarma had been made up in just a few minutes in a place that would not make people feel alive.

- Hmm.

Hard, and one man appears from among the piled walls and roof fragments.

Being completely intact, he took the cigarette out of his pocket and nodded alone when he gently paid for the shoulder of his vest, which had been slightly dusted due to the influence he had been outside.

"Bad guy, looks like Todora's son and the Dark Fallen Girl went somewhere. But... I don't know how many rescuers were there, so I think I wasted a little magic. It's not good, it's this mess."

Something's mixed up, my son's cliché.

"I wonder what you're going to say, if my son took the liberty of imitating my tone or something. It's original, this is me!

In the same way, another young man crawled out of the rubble in a way that lacked a bit of elegance.

Wearing the cassette again three times, narrowing its golden eyes and walking up to the man's side as he threw the rubble in his way in the right place, he looked around and muttered, "Cockroach."

On its shoulders, this is another young man in charge.

"What about him?

"Paul is a ninja in this tour. This is not how it happened. Oh, I didn't think... Is Veroche safe, Shanoar"

"Of course not. Look, here."

Shh, and shake your right hand off horizontally to the right, a man called Shanoar.

Although it did not come true for the young man in front of him to follow the movements of the magic vegetables released from his hands.

Still, the young man exhaled relieved to see the girl who had come out of the place where Shanoir had appeared earlier, lying down.

When one of the crushed walls formed a flat ground in the general orientation so he put it to sleep there, Shanoar lit a cigarette.

"... do you want to smoke?

I'll take it.

Shanoir tried to ignite the young man with a small fire at his fingertips in a familiar motion.

The young man put out his hand to say no.

"Huh!!

And when you hold that hand, the fist itself lights a fierce flame.

The name is Shura Huangyan. It was the magic guide of energy multiplication, taught to him by Ibuki the god of God.

The young man answers Shanoir, who rounds his eyes as surprised, with a full face.

"... it"

"Hey..."

"It's a little fuel-efficient to ignite."

"Uh-huh."

When at once the obstinate young man turns that way and exhales smoke, Shanor laughs lightly at himself, too, before shrinking the length of the cigarette.

I got a little while.

"Digire bastards, Justa, bury them alive."

"I saw it at first. Boulders are experts in the phenomenon of divine erosion, they cut off all the magic vegetables around them at the same time as the enemy's demon-induced activation, holding the girl aside and leaving at once. Well, I protected it because it was still dangerous. This is me!!

"Honestly, it doesn't take you three or four steps."

"If you extend it, you won't be able to return the favor you've accumulated."

"I don't know about that. Don't even think about it, Lord Dachi."

"... Huh. Help each other, huh? Come on, really."

Two purple smokes to get up.

The blue sky they looked up to was without a cloud, it was a comfortable one.

If that's the effect of the storm that happened earlier, that would be a lot of irony.

The current situation where I feel refreshed and my purpose has been made all the more so.

Because it's too convenient an environment to organize something and organize different things.

"Sten-kun."

"Am I?"

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

Poop, youth to a name called - Sten reacted.

Erase the near-life cigarette with another flame I let out in vain.

When I saw Shanoar thrown the cigarette into Sten's fist in good time, he had a much troubled grin.

"I told you to help each other." I thought you were hiding something from me. "

"Oh, did you touch something there? Well, I don't even ask what I don't want to talk about... minus that, but there are a lot of things I want to ask you, and if this is the way things are, there are a lot of things."

"I think so."

Shoulder-covered, Shanor took out another cigarette of his own.

To talk about anything, with knobs, dishes, and these props, it's just right to lift up the awkward.

In the form of getting fire for Sten, who at some point used to bobble his fist in his face, Shanoar inhaled his lungs full of smoke again.

"Phew...... First, yes. I wonder where we'll start. From Renoir, or"

"You said" Pay Dawn Regiment "or something. If you want to keep it that way, I mean you're ready for dawn... but I'm just wondering where the world is now mandated to be" night "for him."

"Renoir was born with Shuten-kun and Yurika...... I guess I called Yurika right then. Well, it's been awhile since we broke up. I was busy with a lot of things back then. During Renoir's childhood, he often asked for help with research.... blood, maybe. For a long time, I was obsessed with magic. So is he."

With the far-eyed Shanoar on his side, Sten stretched out greatly.

On second thought, the past Shanoir is remembering now will be nearly two hundred years old.

Renoir turned out to live the same long life, making it all the more meaningless.

Veroche is a human being and Shanoar is also a human being.

In that case, Renoir's mother and spouse would be human.

Do you live long in some way, just like Shanor, or...

"The Magic Guide was quite brilliant. That was simply an awesome user of the Demon King's Army as a" magician. "For example, yes. As you said," If I'd been manipulated or dead, "number one, that would have been my mentor.

――

"... what is it to say for yourself? Dimensions are wrong. Renoir and me. At that time, I guess all the hands I put out were foolish. Sometimes I encouraged him, showed him a new path, and offered him support for his research. Now that I think about it, all of it must have been a pride beating business"

Complex, huh?

First, with some understanding of the obsession Renoir was feeling, Sten nodded one person.

Indeed, the mentor in front of us, Shanoar Vie Atmosphere, is too good.

Its strength, its intelligence, may be said to be the most powerful magician of all times. If there was a demon conductor who could fight Shanoir, that would be something like Veroche twenty years later, or Aleia von Galluscia, the corner of the five heroes who died three years ago.

"One day like that he suddenly started researching like he came up with something. I've been alienated at that point, though I didn't know what I was doing until I achieved results. That was the failure."

'Father! Isn't this a study that you didn't even think of!?

"- I also didn't realize his eyes were cloudy at the time of the lie. I am." Soul "transformation. He cheated on his men, caught an unaccompanied demon tribe, or abducted a human being, and conducted a large number of human experiments to" de-limit and gain tremendous physical ability by fanaticizing the subject "what a research report he submitted.

- That's the beginning of the first place.

"I didn't even think about why I didn't get my hands on it. A man's soul is noble and sacred. Let's do that... I didn't even think about it, especially this one. Sometimes I was about to be, but I couldn't forgive it any more. So I banished him."

"... hmm? Wait a minute."

"... have you noticed? Sten."

Hear all the revelations.

One on Sten's cheek, the cold sweat Shizuku falls zero.

Exile. That's it, sure. The last time Shanoir and Renoir met, as far as the words of the earlier reunion were concerned...

"Shake a decade, maybe"

Worst of all, even if Shanoir himself has an appropriate sense of time because he has lived too long.

"Sooo... sooo..."

Sten did his gaze at the girl who keeps sleeping beside him.

A serene expression is salvation, but both appearance and real age, she is certainly around fifteen.

"... Shanoar, when did I know you, Veroche, existed"

"Ten years ago."

"Yeah... well..."

those five years.

It was easy to imagine if you listened to Shanoir so far, such as what he was doing.

Evidence that she couldn't come to life "healthy" in all of her emotional scarcity and the occasional oddly childish. Don't even know the prolonging habits, the roots of her character were not very bright or anything like that.

"Although I'm glad it was childhood that I helped. What if, for example, there was a world line where Renoir became a mentor? Then I'm sure it wasn't strange that she was turned into a machine that killed people emotionally."

"It was like that. Nobody had a side."

"... sten-kun"

"Am I?"

Erased the cigarette, and Shanor hung again.

"Again, thank you for keeping me alive. This, me."

"Come on. What are you, the main heroine?"

"... hmm?

"No, nothing. It's not a good idea to tear things up at times like this."

More than that, Cigarette. Give me another bottle. Urging, Sten lit the fire again with Shura/Huangflame.

Apparently, it doesn't really matter to Sten that the firepower is too big and burning a little too wasted.

"It was one of the things that surprised Mr. Veroche when he came back from the past."

"Right. That's... good."

To Shanoir's voice like a relief, Sten returned silently.

In that "World Line where Renoir was the mentor", Sten was not as friendly to Veroche as Shanoir thought. Whatever, as much as I've challenged the fight in a boss fighting mood.

I never touched on her so deep past, and most importantly, she didn't try to talk.

Spit out the purple smoke, Sten thinks.

I would say that the past alterations have been so successful that Shanoir thanked me.

But naturally, there are those who have taken a different path as a result of Sten's past alterations.

If.

If there were other people besides Veroche who had undergone a great change, it would be.

Would it be hostile even though it was previously friendly?

"Shanoar."

"What?

"I made a covenant with" The Unspoken Scripture. "That's what you said."

"Oh, right. That's how I can live."

"... Renoir said, what do you mean" slave ""

――

The day we returned from the past, the memory of the two of us talking like this in the demonic realm is still clear.

Regarding the "scripture not to speak", Shanoir said it was necessary to live forever.

And when Sten mentions the side effects do what they do.

'... I don't. Nothing you're worried about.'

I remember you saying that.

So.

"You don't have to worry about me. Don't you have a contract? Instead of living long enough, you'll give it to me, for a price."

I don't see the look on Shanor's face.

Nothing, I don't see how you spin words.

That's why Sten left himself to the odd chills to grab both shoulders of Shanor.

"Hey. Answer me. Smile like you always do. What the hell did you do with the" contract "? I'll give it back to you, you sacrificed what for just that reason!!

"... Well,"

"Shanoar!!

Just try to mock yourself and raise the corner of your mouth.

With such a trick, Sten drops his shoulder to Shanor, who has indicated that he does not intend to answer.

At the same time, his hands, which he left to his emotions to grasp, then drooped.

"... sten-kun"

"What the fuck?"

"Life is a lot of fun, I am."

"... Yes, Kai"

I can't stand it anymore, and Sten puts on his lips.

I don't force myself to ask. It was myself who said so earlier, and it's not Sten who can't spot as much as Shanoir's stiff will. That's why I exhort anxiety, but this is how he still lives. That was the only sedative that calmed Sten down.

"... prolong life, live. Is that the effect of the" Unspoken Scripture "?

"I can't say it all. A scripture that does not speak is a huge database that can explain the very organization of the world. So if you hope it goes against your cooking, and you pay the price for it, you'll get the right one. Well, I'm limited to good magicians."

"... one of them is life and....... hmm?

"Have you noticed?

Shanoir's eyes narrowed.

Earlier Shanoir said he paid "consideration" to get that life span.

And that it is, from Renoir's point of view, "a slave to the Bible who does not speak".

"Renoir is not irrelevant, it has a strange lifespan. And -"

"- Oh. I wonder what she (...) offered in consideration. I wonder what I wanted for life at that young age."

Yatano Hussou Arklite.

Sten knew, by the way, the fact that she was a hundred years and a little living person.

But suppose she was also a contractor for the "Unspoken Scriptures". You can tell by looking at Shanoar. About nothing grows or gets old since the time of the contract.

If so, she had considerable training as a magician first at that young age, and had reason to wish for something against a scripture that did not speak.

"... I'm not talking about shit, that guy"

One, exhale.

"" Pay Dawn Regiment, "hey. I don't know if I can be concurrent with the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Commander. For those guys, it's" in the dark at night "now. I don't care about Renoir, but if the reason Yatano's gone awry is really" my fault "like he said at the end, it's not like he's gonna get away with it, I'm sure."

Shh, and Sten's eyes caught fire.

Staring at Shanor laughing like any other HR next door, Sten says.

"Yatano, I'll catch you and listen to the circumstances, and I'll also hear Temeer's" consideration. "Don't laugh, you son of a bitch."

"It's not a big deal, I don't care."

"Just kidding."

Hmm, let's snort and rave.

Then Shanoir made a great stretch, just one separation.

"Well. It's time to go back to the demon world, you know. I don't want to go after Renoir, but I'm also accumulating work in the demonic world. And..."

Keep your eyes on the sleeping Veroche, Shanoar continues.

"- I have to treat her again in order not to" initialize. "

"Are you Ate going home?

"Rex can see Veroche's coordinates the moment this technique is activated. Probably coming close."

"Well... well, it was a short time, but it was fun"

Woe to me, Sten stroking around Veroche's head while he's asleep.

I also felt like I smiled somewhere comfortable, but my expression grew more and more rude if it was rough to touch. Even if I wake him up. That's it, Sten lets go of his hand.

"Hmm.... Sten, don't you want to be my daughter-in-law, you pretty girl"

"Either you and this girl don't sell, you idiot."

"When you become a family, you die in peace, but I am."

"Then I won't let you die. I say no."

"Did I say the wrong word......!!

"Why are you so sorry? Respect your daughter's feelings."

To put it all out, Sten turned his back on Shanoir.

Something was said at the end, but Shanor swallowed the word.

"See you then. You're welcome when you stop by the demon world. Then it looks like Yurica is moving a lot, so if you can overcome the sun, please do me a favor."

"Yurika. I think they probably hated me because of the breakup.... and it's hard to do because she's a crazy bitch who likes me."

"There are so many crazy women..."

"What?"

"No, it's nothing. See you next time."

"Ooh."

Shanoar, who floated Veroche, floated as it was and disappeared in a clear way.

"Hmm."

Sten, left behind with Paul, another young man who fell to the ground, took a breath.

"First this ruin somehow pushes both Shinobi together before I embark on a new journey"

Yes, I was determined to be alone.

The next destination, I don't know.

But for some reason, I felt that the new bead piece sensor, which was approaching Lindbarma until earlier, was getting farther away. I know it would have been easier if you'd come straight over here, but you might be a much stronger demon than that, considering that you travel pretty fast too.

"... don't feel like you're on your way to Japone"

In a hunch that the comeback was likely to come again, Sten was standing alone in the rubble.