Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Around the time the two of us, Sten and Hiiragi, shore through the sea.

Renoir Vie Atmosphere had finally reached the foot of Mount Ibuki.

"Hmmm...... good. Good. This is good. Exactly the dawn that presides over the power of God. It's a vessel that can be a god, bringing the morning sun to this world."

Next to him, he stares into the void and just floats.

To just humans, I couldn't see it from anywhere.

Dolls? Maybe so. I can't feel the vibrancy of a person from what she looks like. You probably don't see anything in your unconscious, clear eyes. At least there's not enough willingness to feel something in the "scenery" that dominates in front of you, only to be emotionless.

God? That could be possible, too. Only one person in this situation, sitting on the spot without changing his complexion, can even feel divine around. Behind the appearance of a child, the violence of a magic vegetable that does not even pass through any vicious weapon strikes as baptism. For those who roll as a wreck on this occasion, her appearance would have been like a reaper giving despair.

Weapon? At least the man next door who laughs softly only sees her like that. How much it can be used in combat and how useful it can be. You will only see it as a singular, such as the numerous demonic tribes ravaged by her, and the stacked wreckage can only be a conversion material for her combat power. one pawn used for his purposes. A piece of weaponry with no emotions and it wouldn't be strange to feel that way.

But if I were to sum up those three impressions and say so.

From the demon ghosts who live in Mount Ibuki, who lived no, it would be this one easy word.

"A monster... meh..."

"Hmm, you still had your breath. That's not good. That's not good. That's not good! Yatano."

――

I conceived anger, the gaze of a man crawling to the ground.

Slowly poke at the umbrella, seeing those words and eyes piercing her that once aspired to "demonic friendship and human friendship", but now Yatano just sees it as a "disorder".

"Ah... ah...!

"Zero distance is intolerable. Mm-hmm. It's a good thing Taga came off."

- I'm sorry.

Moments, flashes.

The torso of the man who had his skull blown off jumped like it had been bounced off once before falling to the ground like it had been. The head that should be does not exist, and instead, sloppy red drips off.

"I'm sorry".

If she asks me what the right expression is to throw up that word, then various emotions may come to mind, such as sinking repentance, but of course her expression doesn't apply to any of them right now.

"Well, I'm just out of the way"

Renoir looks around.

At the foot of the mountain - that place, which should have been a forest surrounding the mountain, had been made wild by Yatano in just a few minutes. At the same time, the demons and other low-ranking demons who admire Ibuki, who lived around them, are rolling their bodies unharmed.

Renoir snorted one thing, "This will be enough," he said.

"Come - the mystery of life, the grace of abundance, the messenger of the Ethereal Dome. It is wisdom to unify, and wisdom to sum up. Chaos and order are in its hands, just get revelation. O Omoikane the third god, create in your hand, and desire all demons."

The bodies of dozens and falling demons gleam golden.

Spell chanting.

A few hundred years ago it was already obsolete, verbal instrumentation text. One end of the magic guide that trembles the vocal cords, echoes the magic vegetables, and appeals to the mana of the world.

"Come to my hand, O Scripture, the Book of All Knowledge without the art of speaking and without the entity - to obtain the new knowledge you seek!!

Renoir's guide to descend a scripture that does not speak.

A spiritual vein called Mount Ibuki, "a spiritual vein for possession of the Spiritual Domain of the Goddess", is sucked into Renoir's hand with the sacrificial remains.

"Hmm, you're still right here. It is not the Alphan Mountains that maintain the spiritual domain, but this Mount Ibuki. A scripture puppet who does not speak puppets a scripture who does not speak. How funny is that?"

――

"What the hell, Yatano. I wonder if the Bible, which I haven't seen in a long time, still bothers me?

As the roar echoed as if faced with a great vortex, Renoir noticed one gaze at himself. Turn around, one girl staring at this alien phenomenon without moving one eyebrow. There is still nothing to be felt behind those eyes, which are pointing still at his right hand, which is aggregating the magic vegetables.

"- In the first place, I've been in contact with Yatano for a long time because I'm generally ready. To achieve the purpose of the eagles. Unlike you and your mentors, who are nothing more than puppets of the Bible, the eagle continued to study pulling everything out of this Bible. As I said to you right now, you may not understand... but the power of the Waters and the Wizards alone could not bring them here even if they could reach the unspeakable scriptures. So I needed to pay the price and qualify to bring my wisdom back. - But!

The vortex converges. The figure of the demons offered as sacrifices disappears one after the other into golden dust. It wraps around Renoir like soaking smoke. It rises to the sky drawing a spiral. Local magic mega-enrichment occurs around Renoir.

"There is another place where we can maintain the space of an exorcism called the" Spiritual Zone ". It wasn't just you taking data that challenged the gods, it also made sense to look for the root spiritual veins of the spiritual domain......!!

The gods are no longer full of creation.

I also left the demon ghost Sten behind.

The place is ready here. All you have to do is kill the god who would be at the top of this.

"By obtaining a scripture that does not speak, the eagle also gains all-knowing power. And if Yatano's powers are combined, the Pay Dawn Regiment will finally be in full swing. If we don't fight only the eagle, they'll tell us."

Shoulder to shoulder, Renoir laughs amidst a violent flow of magic vegetables.

This is all in your own hands.

Sufficient amount of sacrifice and magic. The filling rate exceeded 70%.

"Now let's clear this work while the Lord is gone. Kill the gods and we're done talking."

Highly, Renoir says it off as if it were the curtain of a comedy. Emotionless, faceless Yatano, but without responding to anything...

But at that time, Yatano slowly laid his hands on Renoir.

"Hmmm!? Not good. Not good. Not good!! Why are you leading the magic toward the eagle?"

Yes, at Setouchi, whether to say it out or not, Yatano's guide activated it "to protect" Renoir.

- Crawl to the ground.

The pouring is a sharp rain of blood like an arrow.

Not surprisingly, Renoir stopped the convergence of the magic vegetables and swung the protective wall at the same time as the evasion.

Every time a drop pierces him, he moves his eyes looking for the bad guy, hating and staring at it.

"Oh, don't put up a lot of dumb defenses. I wonder what it is while the Lord is away. What a terrible way to make the landscape of Master Sten's place to come back... the bastards."

"Hmmm...? Why is there a blood-sucking empress here, that's a natural thing too...?

"Answer my question or die otherwise. Okay?"

Buckwheat, and the black wings flashed. Nestled in the sky, one bloodsucking princess. The eyes of that girl, who stretched out her dark hair for a long time, and whose appearance appears to be of a degree of age very much the same as that of Yatano, are lit with a lousy intent to kill.

"Sten, hey. Hmm, I see."

The information stated that it was a mountain inhabited by demons and gods, and that it was just another place where lowly demons lived shoulder to shoulder. Renoir says to the dew that once again he was annoyed that he was overshadowed by irregularities.

"It's him again!!!

"Whatever imagination you may have, whatever plot you may have, Mr. Sten easily overturns it. Know that the heavens and the earth differ in their character as living beings. Because he's equal to God."

"... and it's thick again. What the hell, Goddess Sten?"

Ooh, Renoir looking up in the sky with his hand on his forehead. In its hands is a scripture that does not speak "70% filled with magic vegetables". The strength of a blood-sucking princess is probably considerable. Renoir, who guessed so, did not see the extent to which there were more powerful bills. As usual, hit your best hand.

"Yatano"

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

Kill, etc. Needless to say, Yatano unleashed a divine guide.

Every coincidence comes inevitably to the blood-sucking empress.

"... eh"

The blood-sucking princess who sensed something immediately dodged it. In a moment, lightning struck in the wake of where she was. But it doesn't just end, and a whirlwind that chops wings wraps around her.

Even if you dance over it and avoid it, the sunlight shoots at it.

The girl avoids further with barrel rolls and hits against Yatano with that momentum.

But Yatano just closes his eyes.

If you notice, there are "accidental" rainwater blades pointing up, down, left, and right around the blood-sucking princess.

- I'm sorry.

"Eh!!"

At the next moment, the blade, along with the bursting sound, was released against the blood-sucking empress at the center.

Water vapor clouds the surrounding area like fog for a moment.

"Hmmm, did you do it!?

――

To Renoir's glad voice, Yatano shook his head quietly.

Until recently, the bloodsucking princess alone had a demon holding a chain whip that stood to protect her.

"......, flare reel. No."

Blood-sucking empress sheltered on her back - Flair Reel speaks to the woman in front of her with her lips pointed.

Even when it comes to women, is the appearance age about twenty from Renoir? If you're human, we're talking about.

"Weren't you your mother-in-law's amulet?

"... I'm going to pop out on my own, I can't watch"

"Oh, I don't care if I'm alone."

"... lying"

"Stuff"

Another rookie, Renoir sighed.

I feel like I've seen it and I would have just said it's still more sublime than a bloodsucking princess called Flair Reel.

Then Yatano alone is enough. Then add yourself and you'll have a piece in no time.

"Hmmm!! Not good, not good!! Come out on the battlefield!

"Aren't you very strong, too?

"That's okay because I'll make it up to you now......!! Shut up! Anyway, I hope you die collectively!

"Unfamiliar." It was also a word against the flare reel, but it had a strong meaning against the other demon ghost.

Aware of that, she shakes the dark hair of a side pony and puts up a chain whip and says.

"... I know. But my mother-in-law fell. Then it's my job to wait for Sten to protect the place to return. Weaker than Sten, weaker than Flair Reel, it doesn't matter......!

Momentum wielded that chain whip snaps down trees with a range that is clearly longer than it looks. Staring at Renoir, who opened her eyes to wind pressure or something, she rapped far more than usual, and said a hard will.

"-Because you're my sister"