Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Until some time after sundown, Sten had lightly plowed the fields behind the village chief's house.

It's almost time to sprinkle the seeds, which is why I'm trying to hang out with him about manual labor.

Wipe the mud gently attached to your cheeks and take a breath.

The neighborhood is already dark and almost invisible, but Sten had a pretty good night's eye.

For that reason, Sten, who even worked until the village chief spoke up when he gave him a treat for dinner, was quite hungry, and cheered for the dishes he had been served on the table.

"Oh, seriously."

"That's totally the big eater around napkins while tensioning, not at all."

"No way, a proper dish came out of the village chief. I didn't think so."

"That's too much, Barlow."

The dishes served in front of the sitting sten are all warm items.

Warmed bread and spring vegetable soup. On the main is the boiled rabbit meat and accompaniments of warm vegetables.

"Are you so moist, this village?

"I'll have it first, though.... but I don't know if I can be confused. In fact, it just so happens. A merchant just walked by. It's probably because of the fact that some of the surrounding villages were targeted by both the Mad Demons."

"Ho ho, so the merchant bought it off me in a good way.... This village is definitely there, you can take it in the moon tower."

I'll take it.

Yes, when Sten started to disappoint in the fork one hand, the village chief slowly joined hands, laughing bitterly at its strange "youth". With a word of gratitude to Toyoshi, Sten scratched his cheek casually, but when he gently flushed, "Don't worry, it's a village flush and it's none of your business," he really stopped worrying, "Well, no.

Remembering his own son for the blatant appearance around it, the village chief raises his mouth corner again small.

"Ore that can be picked at the Moon Tower has a good price there this month. Whatever, he said it could be sold as a wishing stone. If you pray, it will come true.... There's no basis for that."

"Ho. Never heard of it. A stone that would come true if you could pray...... hmm?

Two, Strangely remembering the catch, Sten tilted his neck.

With the fork stopped moving, the village chief also wonders whether to stop chewing vegetables.

"What's up?

"No, that wishing stone? Did the merchant say anything about it?

"It's a strange story, I heard it, too. Give me two months. It's been popular for a long time. The merchant said rumors were spreading that there was something like that. Well, thank you for the golden tree. Nothing. Life isn't easy."

"... I guess it's not a piece of bead"

"Do you have any idea, you?"

"Yeah, I don't care because it's just a mild guess. From what I've learned, you must be beneficial to this village. Too often it's poisonous to know."

"... Uncle, did you stick one foot in the awkward?

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

Says Sten while eating meat from toys and rabbits.

The village chief also looked reluctant because he had heard a little strange talk, but he shook his head when he saw that the "seemingly perceiving something" youth eating in front of him didn't seem particularly concerned.

As a matter of fact, it was known what the price of the ore could be in the Moon Tower.

That's about 10% of this village's income, but only about five minutes. How about that, suddenly it's more than five times the price, so I get upset with the village chief.

If rumors spread that the wishing stone can be picked at the Moon Tower, the Duchy Adventurer (Braver) might come, and maybe we should really keep about maintaining the inn.

In addition to being such a tourist resource, an adventurer (Braver) visits, which also means that "a village can be escorted at will".

If so, you may want to keep the money you earn from this wishing stone for your new business.

The richness of the people of the village comes first in the position of village chief.

Lately, the country is also noisy. That's why let's make good and polite use of this money that came down and boiled.

As far as the village chief's thoughts were concerned, this was more or less the case.

So I didn't want to go into it, and I didn't intend to.

"I don't know what to do with you... hmm?

The cup was tilted with soup, and the cabinet next to the table was the one where Sten put it in view. What was standing was a single sword.

Sagittarius, that's all that makes me feel uncomfortable, but that's it.

What bothered me was the carefully polished blade and the broken pattern in about half. The lower half, where there should be a stone bump, is nowhere to be found in particular.

"What's up?

"No, village chief. Uh, well."

"If it clouds me, don't talk. Nothing. I don't have that much of a delicate mind."

"Then I say... no, I guess I can guess.... That."

Half-rependant for realizing it, I point to a broken sword.

Then the village chief lowered his eyebrow butt for a moment, and "Oh," he whispered.

"Well, as I guessed. No, maybe less pitiful than that. That's not mine, that's my son's."

"I thought it was your wife, but it wasn't."

"My daughter-in-law died at the same time as childbirth. I don't know... Well, it happens a lot. Don't look like that."

"I wish. I'm sorry about what happens so often. I guess I raised my son with one man. Don't hurt yourself if you don't care."

Throw the last slice of rabbit meat into your mouth, says Sten.

The village chief laughed small, too, and nodded that he did.

"My son was just looking at you... no, he was a little lighter, but he wasn't a bad guy. I thought you'd do a fine job of taking over my tracks."

"That's more or less what a one-parent son is. Parents can't hide their struggles. I guess. I guess it's up to the kids to see what happens as a result, but if the village chief thinks so of his son, I'm sure he's proud of his father, too."

"... yes, I don't know"

Hilariously, the village chief peeks into Sten's golden eyes. Those swallowing eyes like you're in the middle of a conversation, not particularly upset or anything. I tried to break it off thinking I wasn't talking about making him look like he hadn't seen me all day, but my mouth wasn't going to stop anyway.

If it is alcohol, will you dress a little more?

No, rather if I feel sorry for myself on this occasion, I won't have to carry it over tomorrow?

"Swallow?

"Where did you get that booze?"

"From a good guy I met on my journey."

"Well, that's not the answer, idiot."

Stir the liquor that will be poured into the pottery where the well water was previously contained.

The aromatic, crisp taste and the burning sensation of alcohol moisturize the throat.

Oh, good booze.

It was almost at the same time that the village chief kept his word.

"When the Republic and Empire went to war, such a despicable village was at peace."

"Well, if the Empire is serious about repression, you just have to violence the capital with ten people."

"I can't imagine, but it's like that special conductor got hit by just one guy. I'm taking the army out of my way to ravage the villages. If I had time, I'd be moving with Book and Mausoleum. So well, it was peaceful. The question is, after that, the kingdom the Republic attacked after it became a part of the Empire."

You don't have to imagine, I don't want to imagine either. And even though Sten groans with a bitter face, there is nothing else to flatter his shoulders about as unimaginable as any.

More than that, Sten narrowed his eyes with the emergence of the new word "kingdom".

"... Demon Wolf Squad, huh?

"I don't know what to do with the troop name. But a large number of demons and speared soldiers pushed in. At that time, there were ninjas because the republican side also laid a vigilance net, and there was an Imperial College for everything. But, you know, there's a flame, you know, every time. A" leak "attacked this village. There were no more than ten of them, but you've only had one of them. It's just a bunch of guys. It was me and a few others who managed to fight. Some of them had sons."

"- The Demon Wolf Squad refers to the kingdom's Mad Demon Squad, which preceded the Republic's" Leader. "Apparently, it's not like that.... but there are many times when people raid villages on a level to see if they're destined to run into each other."

"There's no power." There's no way we can muster peasants and make enemies of armed professionals. That's why my son helped me when I framed a few people for fighting. He was the guy. Look at the grizzly. He was a man. My son took the sword down instead of me - every sword he prevented, pakah... Mine, in front of me. "

Ka, and the village chief poured the liquor in the momentum of emptying the cup, squeaking so.

Sten looked at the slightly moistened eyes unmistakably.

"When I jumped in between him and me, he said, 'My dad needs this village'... and if I screwed up, Temeer would have succeeded me... well, that's such a boring story"

"The village chief was well safe."

"It's ironic, the Empire guys just flew in for a call. The bear who killed my son, the big man, evaporated without being able to do anything to the child he showed up against. I didn't feel comfortable. They just cut me up with a sword.... Why didn't you come any sooner, because I couldn't help but think so. Pathetic. Talk."

When I heard he was chopped up just because he had his sword pointed at him, the temples of Sten hissed for a moment, but that's it.

He leaned down and said, "I wonder why you're telling this to the traveling demons. Bad," Sten looked up at the ceiling, glancing at the village chief, who grinned at himself.

The village of Ram. It was only a "scaffold of the moon tower exploration" to the extent that Sten's memory would have forgotten if he had passed by. Neither the name nor the structure of the village can be remembered as a "common RPG village".

But all the people of that village are alive, and there is a story that is correspondingly interesting and irrelevant.

I had come to this world and realized it, but recognising it again, Sten threw the rest of the bread into his mouth.

"Mayor, where is your son's grave?

"Behind the field you plowed for me.... What, are you feeding me?"

"I'll take care of my father for the night."

"Ha, well. I'll lend you the bedroom upstairs. Sleep as you please. Me... I'm swallowing some more."

Aye, and Sten going out again with a light tension.

It was delicious, Mr. Dinner. And a word of it weirdly fell on my son.

"Oh, shit, that's pathetic."

One of them drank another drink.

And notice. On the ladybug that was placed at some point in front of me.

I shrugged.

"... oh, shit"

Pan, with his hands together, Sten meditated in front of the stone tomb sign.

I can hear the bug whirling at night and it's comforting to my ears.

Already the village's fortune is quiet, and not one of the lights is easy to see.

In the meantime, Sten narrows his gold eyes and looks at the grave marker.

"Julius Cortina, or"

It's like I've never heard of it somewhere. I don't think so.

That concludes, Sten added a word.

"I'll take care of your father today. Maybe it's not about telling a dude who's bluffing... but I miss being killed in front of my loved one. As it happens, it's probably good because the Astarte guy came, but it could have killed the dog.... No, still, I'm sure you did your best.... if it stays that way, this kind of thing."

Secondly, according to the back of Sten's brain is a friend with two spears.

A hero who lost many of his precious companions in front of him and still defeated his last enemy to save the world that lives now.

The great vortex of his emotions, curled up when his supposed dead companions appeared in front of him, is naturally so much in the heart of Sten that it cannot be forgotten.

"No, I wonder if the burger shop is safe. I hope there is no crisis. I wish the Demon King's Army hadn't been a skewered burger for a reason."

If it's that friend, I'm sure he'll be okay. He's not the kind of guy who can leave someone in crisis alone.

"If Tetsu is home in Komamoi, I can stop by before I go to Japone. I think he's back."

Hmm, and arm wrap. If I didn't see him, I wouldn't have seen him. So I just need to go to Komamoi when I miss him, so I don't have any particular problems, but I'm still looking forward to stopping by on my journey.

"Come on, let's think about it.... Am I?

And that was then.

It was hard to see anything shining.

It's from inside the village. The stars are not cute, but probably blades (if you do). Ferocious blades that kill people.

Clear your ears, rough footsteps.

"... that's not romantic, you son of a bitch"

Moments later, Sten unleashed the hegemony he had been hiding.

Those eyes, Aura, are dyed red.