Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

"Well, it looks like Sten will be back when I send him."

A few hours later at noon. Benetta and Sten were at the exit of the village in the bright, downpouring sun.

To drop you off, village chief. As soon as he raised his face, there was an arch there depicted as the "village of Ram," and to that village, which he took care of, even though it was only two days, Sten loosened his cheeks, remembering a little remnants of fame.

"Wow. Be careful.... So, Sama the Goddess."

"Hmm?

He turned his gaze in a strange odd voice to the voice on Sten, who was pointing his consciousness at the sky.

The village chief scratches the back of his head looking bad, clouding the words "that, what".

Did you finish greeting Benetta, and if you look at the girl next door remembering why you were flying your consciousness into the sky earlier, with your arms on your hips and feeling energetic, etc.

If so, what exactly is the village chief's behavioral suspicion?

"Uh, I took care of you. Benetta's definitely a lot stronger than me, but she's still only my daughter to me. That's why I'm worried about you... God damn you, Sama. You too, be careful. No matter how strong he is, he's up there, and the strong guy will do it in an instant. I won't let you do that. It's the world. The stronger you are, the more likely you will be to defeat any enemy. Still, when you meet a comparable guy or someone stronger than you, be brave enough to run away.... If you noticed that, maybe your son didn't die either..."

"I see."

Advice, it was too personal for me.

Even though Sten's strength was visible and understandable, it would be advice not just to be afraid of it, but to flirt with the utmost seniority.

That's why Sten nodded.

Why is this man also the "head of one village" and the "parent of the Magic Master"?

More than that, maybe it's a masterpiece. The strength of the mind was there that could not be measured by the strength of simple power.

"I'll keep in mind my liver, and my dictionary has withdrawals and defeats." If someone isn't crying behind me, I'll make sure you keep that promise. "

"... I can't say anything because I was helped by that, but fuck you, you puke dialogue."

"I don't want the nigga to tell me, do I?

To the hilarious village chief, Sten also makes a smile.

"Well, then, it looks like we're going"

"Right. See you, village chief."

"Oh," again. "

Waving, taking a step.

The two leaving backs were as if they were different in shape and physique, but Fu Murakami thought.

"... Benetta became such a daughter that she could walk alongside Sama, the god of God. Alongside Sama, the god of God, who can take out a light lead.... proud and lonely ones.... Hey, Julius"

No one could hear the words that looked up at the sky and murmured, but they flowed in the wind and vanished.

Sten and Benetta left the village of Ram.

Pushing through the middle of the comfortable Lunamiz plain where the breeze streamed to comb their hair, the two were walking all the way to the Empire exchanging words on various recent events.

"Do you know anything about Yatano's recent entry into the Pay Dawn Regiment?

"... that sounds like you don't know. But at least Astarte seems to know. My organization doesn't seem sweet enough to get into Imperial College because it's dark behind it."

"Seat seven, Renault R. Atelidia. Hey..."

"Was it Renoir Vie Atmosphere... if you're human, you do seem to qualify for the subject"

"Oh, no, you had a due diligence..."

Hospitalization exams at Imperial College - citations.

If Renoir himself would be able to pass without any complaints about writing or practical skills.

If there's an interview, I'd like to brand the interviewer incompetent, but now.

As a matter of fact, we can't abandon the possibility that Renault and the others are Renoir. On the contrary, the formula is quite high, but that's why we can't even say it's him.

After all I can only predict, Sten now heads out to the Imperial College and says, "Chihuahua, are you there, Mr. Renoir?" I can only see a future where when I go in, I get monocle baldness and get mass assaulted by seniors.

"As long as I can at least get something... no, you can't. The village chief just told me not to fight the impossible."

"Then I guess I can explore it. If you say you don't care about the third seat, you're lying."

"... you can't do that right now. If you find out you're connected to me, I don't know how Astarte works."

"Astarte says something to me before I see Sten again if it really doesn't work out, so I feel fine about this one. You should be relieved."

If you look at her thumbing up well, there's nothing else to snort about as a sten.

I don't feel like something's going to catch me, but I still don't think she has a back.

"I'll leave that to you. I want you to know what happened to Yatano."

To an unexpected and reliable ally, I decided to snort for now.

And Benetta, who hit and changed and frowned, put her hand on her chin. Mouth the words going diagonally of Sten's predictions.

"... originally, he seems to live a long life using a nasty potato called the" Bible that doesn't speak, "and he only has a bad feeling if the magic trick involves Renault, who is deeply involved in it"

"... what do you know about the Bible you don't talk about?"

"You look like an asshole!

Uh-oh, against her roaring as intimidating, Sten only waits for Benetta's answer without looking like she cared about that though. Because I found out it was an arm push on the warm curtain, or a small sigh, Benetta said.

"It doesn't seem as good as something. In the first place, the Enchantress of Imperial College is all" excellent ", including the Enchantress, so it doesn't seem strange who would let him reach out to the" Unspoken Scriptures ""

"In the first place." The Bible you don't talk about. "What is that? I know everything. I only heard it was a database."

"... I know everything, that seems to have a bit of a narrative. The person who said it probably said it softly so that someone who doesn't even know the magic magic spell like Sten..."

"That bastard......"

That Shanoir is hiding something is still the same.

Again, probably.

I guess I was lying low to make sure I didn't worry about anything extra.

- I can't help but throw away the possibility that I told Sten, who seems really weak.

"It doesn't seem wrong that it's a database. It seems right to have a lot of information (data). But, Sten."

"... what?

"That doesn't seem to be the knowledge that the Bible of Not Speaking had from the beginning."

"... what do you mean by that"

Not the knowledge I had from the beginning.

I couldn't drink down the meaning of the word in an instant.

A scripture that does not speak is a database packed with tons of information that allows you to get something at the price of something. That's what it is, Shanoar said.

Or not, he opens his mouth to Benetta to strike a chase against Sten, who puts his neck up.

"The knowledge originally held by the unspeakable Scriptures is a group of demons called" ancient spells ". Demon King's Army may use it, against the Legion, against the Castle Fortress, against the Nation. It seems to have been packed with an unrestricted, contraindicated guide that has been passed down from time immemorial"

"... hon. Do you feel like it's handed down to a long-lived demon clan?"

"It sounds like some things demand tons of demo magic that humans can't handle. So, that sounds like the real deal from here. Instead of communicating its magical guidance, the unspeakable scripture seems to demand" knowledge ". So it seems that the ancient demons have given the scriptures much knowledge of the truth of the world and of the demonic guidance experiments, information on extinct warcraft and the distribution of ancient creatures, which cannot be released to the public, and have instead obtained ancient spells"

"... knowledge, huh. Oh, I know something."

Pong, it looks like Sten, who hit his hand, flashed something, but unfortunately that look isn't bright enough. Benetta nodded heavily too, wondering if he could imagine what he had in mind.

"That seems to be the case. Knowledge gained that way also seems to have now given" knowledge (it) "instead of demanding new knowledge for what it wants. I gained more and more knowledge and could at some point become a huge database that knows more about things than anything else. … that is the" scripture that does not speak ". It seems that the scripture has a big name, but the fruit -"

"... after all, what is the Holy Scripture you don't talk about? It's more like living than a system in the world."

Benetta took a serious peek into the questioning Sten's eyes before continuing.

"-Yes. They say he lives thousands of years making it a righteous of knowledge, like a warcraft"

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

"Originally it was a pillar of God in this world," the knowledge god Omoikane. "It seems like they've managed to say something about the warcraft that it made half the play, but they don't know if God still lives in this world in the first place."

"... I know one person, goddess"

"It doesn't sound like a joke when Sten says it"

Gito, I wonder if I should tell Benetta I'm not kidding.

But I decided I had no choice but to go out of my way to say extra things and turn the story back in vain, and kept it gently flushed.

"Give knowledge to consideration, or? Deal with the devil."

"He doesn't even seem to do that with both Kibi Demon Roads. No, he doesn't seem to know."

"I wonder what it actually is. - Well, let's just say that. You know what Yatano offered to pay for?

"- Yikes, he seems to be in Little Ear. It's just that I didn't hear it in person."

"Still, just in case you ask. I don't know what's gonna happen."

"... or"

Benetta, with her index finger on her lower lip as she strolled, said, "Okay."

Slightly loosened his legs going down the plain trail and turned back to Sten.

"- Rumor has it that it was really as a child that the third seat arrived at the" Unspoken Scriptures ". Is that the right age for appearance? I don't know how, or how, she doesn't seem to know, but anyway, she was able to reach" the extreme end of that magic guide, which is impossible to reach at that age. "And the knowledge to hand it over - the hand she extended in the first place without knowing what the" scripture not to speak "was about, and before she knew anything, she paid for something important, or something"

"... important, something?

"Neither do I, but it's like those who are desperate for magic guidance can never give it to me. So, I'm sure." Someone instigated me to reach the extreme, and before I knew it, I dedicated it. "Seems"

"Something that no one can ever give away if they are eager for the guidance of the devil".

That being said, Sten, the gatekeeper, could not have predicted or imagined.

Still, I naturally frown on the possibility that I've been "paid" a hell of a price.

"... what did you hear about it?

"Oh, yeah. Simply put..."

Simply put.

Despite the foregoing, Benetta's mouth seemed heavy.

Uh, uh, pick a word to cloud a little.

But in the end it didn't change what he said, Benetta said, as he decided to.

"- Information on the soul. Of course, you are."

"... something tells me it is, but how does it suck?

"... right. Speaking plainly to Sten, who is not involved in the magic guide... it seems that the soul information is also made of texts. A line of characters that also appear to be seemingly irregular. If that's what you see, you know what kind of guy and how he's lived and what kind of food he likes doesn't like to be done this way... and you know it all."

"Look at the enhanced version of your personal information."

"The way you say personal information sounds reasonable. Exactly, personal information. But naturally, there's no such thing as a demon or a magician."

"Uh, is it embarrassing if they find out?

"No, I'm not."

Without "looking" on, she shook her head.

"Soul information, I mean, if you look at one person, you seem to be able to write another person's,"

"... ah"

"And the information of the person who sold the information of the soul..."

Keep your eyes closed, keep going.

Words that come out of your mouth are predictable, and if that's true, it means...

"- It doesn't seem strange if you can rewrite whatever you want."

- Renoir deals with, the identity of the Magic Guide.