Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

It was in a dim room.

One rusty, reddish-colored heavy iron door on one side of the square wall. On the three sides, one iron plaid hole at a time at the top that you don't know if it's a vent or a window.

Fortunately, the light was leaking from it, but it was a black flame light that never seemed natural.

"Um... Are you sure you want to tell me?

The girl asks anxiously. Girl, the younger you look the more right you are to say a child no longer than a child. And a shaking eye to the fear that sensed the air in this room, obviously unusual, along with a sense of anticipation and curiosity about the unknown commensurate with appearance.

He makes a blunt noise and unwittingly turns his back, frightened by the sound of a closed door, and looks up at the man standing at the moment.

I'm a few years old when it comes to youth, but I'm not calm enough when it comes to grandeur, such a man. He raised his own green hair and just nodded, "Oh, yeah," he said.

"... eh. I'd rather be a little warmer, I..."

"A magician called Genius brought us the most suitable environment for our activities. You deny it before you know it."

Not good. Not good. Not good.

To a sloppy word of denial, the girl lost her voice.

It was creepy, it was scary, that kind of thing. As a previous issue, I shut my mouth disrespectfully to someone who would teach me magic. It was no exaggeration to say that she had already "been able to" in that sense.

"Sorry, dude."

"No, no, no, no, no, if you have no choice, you have no choice. Come on, shall we start the magic guide? For the sake of the cause of God."

"Yes. If I... can help all of us... and the devils stay away from us, I will do anything!

"Hmm, no, no, no, no, no. Anything."

Hiding in a girl holding both fists so as to temper her, the man's expression is badly distorted.

Is it blasphemy for wishes, curiosity for new knowledge that happens now, or an irresistible pleasure in leading one girl to ruin? Or do you honor the sacrifice of doing research that no one can beat?

Or a praise for the means of responding to "enemies" that we have yet to see?

There is no guidance to show a man's delightful emotions. There is no way to notice the emotional subtlety.

So I didn't know until the end.

her wishes, who worked diligently to guide the devil.

"I'm sure you'll help that sweet sister."

Incinerate the thought that

"Make a bond between demons and humans."

dismiss the hope that

"Put your magic guide in the hands of salvation."

The man was terribly excited to watch the magic guide, which was completed one after the other by dissolving the desire, by sacrificing begging prayers.

And whenever he forgot his "thoughts," the man smiled and praised the girl.

"Hmm. You are a vessel that can be reached. Carefully, one by one.

- Let's crush it.

It was raining that day.

It rained like a shovel.

A kimono with the same size as one day and no match for growth.

Giving him the umbrella that led him to the ultimate guide of the demons, the girl stands alone, in a mass cemetery.

"I wonder what I was..."

I remembered. What did I wish to begin to teach?

I remembered my desire to use my power as a saving hand by killing all the many enemy soldiers.

I remembered the hope I had of creating a bond between the Demon Nation and man when I saw the Demon Nation as food for demonic guidance research.

I remembered seeing her helped when I thought I was sure I was going to help that sweet sister.

"... that's all I'm telling people"

Is there anything else?

The power of slaughter that no one can save, gained by feeding on their wishes.

Just by the time I got there, I had crushed so much and turned it into a cold stone staircase to reach the scriptures.

At the price of obtaining the magical guidance of a sanctuary comparable to that of God, I furthermore -

I stare at my own little hand.

Palms, which were about the same size, are always getting bigger and bigger, squeezing and scattering.

What the hell am I to be envious of just being old and dying?

I'm no longer human. But I can't even be a demon. Then is it God? That's different, too.

"I am a monster and I will love you too." Because I am an imperial subjects'

God should be able to love something and pierce it.

You should be the object of such envy that you can turn to free love.

If so, as I was told then, I guess I am a monster who left his flesh behind.

It must have been a monster.

A foolish monster who built a mountain of corpses, shed rivers of blood, buried the earth with his body, and did not notice his heart.

"... Phew."

Destroy the enemies of the Empire. Until I attacked him, I forgot until I killed him, my wish.

The killing, which merely followed the faith held by the first seat, reminded me of my first prayer in the very act.

The trajectory is too cruel to be represented by just two letters: sarcasm, etc.

Instead of cheeky muscles that are no longer moved by emotions, just a sarcastic grin leaks.

"But still"

Yatano turns forward.

No matter how hard you get. Believe me that thought is only real.

Encourage yourself that's why you have to spin at your own expense from now on.

It was then.

The voice I hadn't heard in a long time echoed behind me.

"Hmm, not good, not good!

"Huh!?

The sound of rain stopped at once.

It is a reflective testament to the divine erosion phenomenon (Phase Skill) she used.

Kill enemies as monsters, the divine guide.

I didn't even think of shards like wanting to arrive, just violence.

Unleash it across the entrance to the mass cemetery, with the utmost intent to kill.

"Whoa, that's a little dangerous. The eagle is powerless, it will disappear."

"If you think about what you're going to say, that's what you're going to do."

"It's radical to say hello to a decades-long reunion. Not good."

"Who...!

The eyes of a girl who devours her teeth with hatred are painted murderous and stares at the man with impulse.

The man in front of him stood in the range where he would be able to eat and kill at any time with his guidance, but he did not break the appearance.

"Let's just calm down. Actually, I need to talk to you."

"I don't know...! Just a weapon, you think I will respond to conversations in a great way towards the cause that has become a monster......!!

"Except you don't have to respond... can you kill me about the eagle? You?"

"Huh..."

"You don't have to be. You know me."

"... what"

Keep the tip of the umbrella pointed at the man with his shoulders clasped. The look on the girl's face freezes.

Your acquaintance.

Isn't that how you know the man in front of you in common? And in view of the reason for the accumulation on purpose, isn't this man doing a lot of things again?

Doubt Dark, rather than malicious trust in the man in front of you.

Now I don't want to hear what pops up, but I have to ask.

Desperately calms the heartbeat and screws the man.

The tip of the umbrella into view is shaking fine, holding it down with force.

"I don't know who the eagle is directly... but I'm talking about a man named Shithen."

"... man, is it"

"Oh, yeah"

As he nodded, Renoir raised his hand and rang his fingers. Yatano stiffens as the dry sound echoes.

- Seven ancient spells and refinements -

"From what I've heard, Sten, the god of God where you are my friend, opened the gate two hundred years ago and saved my father Shanoar Vie Atmosphere. Together with the" Wheel "Yurika Faullova Atmosphere, she sought to increase the power of the Demon King's Army. Do you know what it means to have saved my father, Yatano?"

"... oh, no, that's gotta happen"

"Mm-hmm. Can you speak differently to the eagle in this state... But if it works, if you're listening, if you're listening, that's fine. It was also probably the goddess who made the eagle born. The Demon Wolf unit was created in the kingdom, the Demon Experiment was created in the Empire called the First Demon Leadership Research Project, and the Demon King's Army became enlarged, all because the" mentors "were alive."

"Sten says if he doesn't follow the Demon King's army, he says no, and that one..."

"Hmmm, not good, not good, I talk about things with speculation haha......! If you say so much, you just have to see for yourself..."

Slowly, Renoir speaks as if to teach a toddler.

Yatano repeats each and every one of those heart-eroding spirits, like pouring words into the eyes that have lost their highlights.

"Yourself, look..."

"Yes. And if you find you've been betrayed... come with the eagle. No matter how much you hate the eagle. But if you were betrayed by the god Sten, it would be..."

"I'm sure you'll help that sweet sister."

deprived of that sweet sister,

"Make a bond between demons and humans."

They broke the bond they tried to spin,

"Put your magic guide in the hands of salvation."

I mean, I was betrayed by that thought.

"......"

"All your childhood wishes will be discarded and you will be able to fight" God "purely as a weapon that houses" the power of the Eight Immortals ". It is the goal of the eagles, and you are an indispensable monster in achieving that goal."

"... Still"

"Yeah?"

Pompous.

Still, Renoir welcomed the girl's face with her eyes full of surprises. The words that slowly came out of my mouth were too unexpected.

"Still, I am. I'm sure you won't betray only that one, believe me..."

"We'll see, then we'll decide. Hey. Yeah!

"Ugh."

I slapped the brainwashing magic into all the stubble.

The implication was too strong, Yatano crouched down on the spot.

Ugh, and a sigh of breath, Renoir groans at Yatano, who collapsed on the spot.

It was a perfect match for what you gave to "The Unspeakable Scripture" and what the eagle gave. Ku, hehe... because thanks to you I had the best research...!!

Yatano's ability to elevate the power of the Eight Neighbors to the phenomenon of divine erosion. At that price, what did she choose?

At only one age, there is not so much "knowledge" that can be given to "chunks of wisdom".

"Ha! I'll see you around, Yatano Hussou Arklite... because you can't kill a weasel. When you despair of the world, you should come with the eagle..."

Slowly Renoir's voice drifts away.

The puffiness and the damp smell of the soil mixed with new moisture.

It builds momentum and wets her back, mercilessly shot.

Where many corpses sleep, it just seemed like a living wreck rolling around.

Yatano and Sten meet in the streets of silver, a few days ago.

Grimoire x Reverse - Reborn God Romantic Tan

The paint of the scroll, "The Devil's Bible, Eight Neighbors."