Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Crush and leap down dirt roads with no change of philosophy whatsoever, like treadmills.

The moment he bounced up high in the sky with the roar, his vision held wide apart.

I can only see about two black shadows moving away from this scene, and my mouth unwittingly looses.

- Thanks, Benech.

I would have come purposefully only to lend a hand from the imperial side, thanking in my heart a friend in a complex relationship.

At the same time, descent.

It's more of a drop that uses up position energy than that. Target's already on the lookout.

"Eh, already. Not good!

It's troublesome, a green-haired man with a distorted expression all the time - Renoir Vie Atmosphere. I swing to beat my fist with all the wind pressure.

"If it's Temeye that's not good, ahhhhhhhh!!

but Renoir's body braced at that moment.

A fist cut out of the sky without a direct hit on Renoir crushes the ground by degenerating the shock straight into a wave. The crushed dirt mass floated there, and Sten kicked it into Renoir using his heel, one of the largest of the raised dirt sands, continuously from a missed and ambushed operation.

"Eh - Laurel Spirit Tree!!

- Ancient Spells/Laurel Spirit Trees -

A grumpy grasshopper shielded Renoir.

The earthen mass, which has barely penetrated beyond the speed of sound, explodes and disappears.

The shock and the smoke, however, made him invisible to the bad guy.

The teeth-bit Renoir pays off smoke to ensure vision with the release of pure magic vegetables.

At the end of your gaze.

There stood a demon ghost with two girls.

"Shit, it would be easier if I could get this done, but isn't Temeer that easy?"

"... Mm-hmm. Same goes for being caught up, but you're still an unpleasant demon ghost."

"You'll be a few steps up the offense index. 50 Renoir at best."

"50 Renoir"

You're a Renoir Vie Atmosphere, by the way.

"Hmm, the full name of one watter at 100 Renoir?

"No, 100 Renoir is 1 Renoir Vie."

"There it is."

"When it's 100, it's finally you."

"I'm not convinced the Watersi's Unpleasant Index is 200 times as good as yours!!

"There it is."

"Not good to imitate. Not good. Not good!!

"You don't exist well!!

between those who, in retrospect, are engaged in making each other uncomfortable.

Nature, Sten and Renoir alike. Hostility only increases. Bad emotions such as hatred, aversion and willingness to kill occupy the heart, being interrupted by research, tainted by romance.

Sten glances at the girls held on both sides.

One is for my sister. Dear Sten, You always admire yourself with Master Sten, a little dangerous but adorable girl.

The other is my sister. My childhood memories can now be firmly called up. And in the other world, a girl I've saved.

I'm sure the two of them would have thrown themselves into a desperate struggle to protect Sten's mother now.

When Sten exhaled loudly, he turned to Renoir.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"...... hmmm. Well, it certainly won't even be a battle in Watashi and you. I have to say that the prospects were sweet to be caught up in this place"

Renoir clasped his shoulders with his hands like a balance so that he could stand aside.

There are no shards in that expression, such as remorse or despair, and Sten frowns at the inconsistency between words and deeds.

"... but"

"Am I?"

The corner of Renoir's mouth hangs with distortion.

"Except there's more to the story than there's a" scripture that doesn't speak "......!

Holding in one hand is probably the Book of Magic (Grimoire).

Sten, who had heard that there was no entity in the scriptures he did not speak of, would not even try to hide his suspicious expression, but Renoir waves up one hand just fine with that.

"Come, Laurel Spirit Tree!!

Simultaneously with that arm down.

The summoned crawl drew every orbit and slaughtered toward Sten.

"Ha... no, I'll crush you!

Staring at the twists of the trees that strike, Sten can roar.

I kicked the earth and shook my legs off in the air with the momentum as it was.

Boom, and the wind pressure becomes a wave, bouncing back the laurel spirit tree.

"What do you say, you bastard!!

"Hey come on...... I want both of you in the way there to die!!

Renoir, whose hair was reversed by wind pressure, unfolded his magic book with blue muscles on his forehead.

The disastrous signs transmitted are ancient spell magic vegetables drawn from the unspeakable scriptures.

Renoir was independently expanding the enclosed sole into his own power.

"Chi no."

Sten's got his arms blocked right now.

My own sister, for my sister. It's not hard to imagine how much it would hurt you, including yourself, if you kept them out of your mind and fought.

Because of how much it moves, I can't even "hold it for a second" in the trees around there, and then there wasn't much action that Sten could take.

- Ancient spells and catastrophes -

- Ancient Spells/Laurel Spirit Trees -

"Temeye!! How many demon guides have you been using? Hey!!

"Hmm, don't you know anything about this at the disposal of the eagle?

"You don't talk about the Bible!" What's wrong with that...... eh, seriously? Wait a minute?

"Yes," The Unspoken Scripture. "And the necessary magic vegetables are drawn from what was used for this seal and from the spiritual veins of the land. It could be almost infinite. I mean -"

- Everything.

Don't be ridiculous, even as he shouted, Sten had to focus on avoiding it.

If we keep fighting like this, naturally, the girls will be scratched. We have to keep them in a safe place once and for all. If we think about it, we need to pull out Renoir once and go back to the top.

But Renoir couldn't have made it so easy for me to do what Sten likes.

As a result, Sten was in a state where he was completely stuck.

Renoir, who can now move to his advantage, uses his magical guidance from the scratch in an effort to sharpen the power of Awabari Sten. Use ancient spells to fight.

The rain of sparks falling like stars and the urchins chase after Sten.

"Wait a minute, you thief, you're using magic vegetables on your own from me!!

"Burglar? Don't say such bad things to people. I'm just borrowing some magic from your house."

"Can you give it back!? Oh!?"

"That's why I'm giving it back. Here's how."

"It's worse in nature than buying a thousand of the shittiest pastries for 10,000 yen from people like you!!

"If I sold what I bought, it'd be half the price, wouldn't it?

"It's not even half worth it, boggle!!

While dodging an attack in mild steps, Sten's well-rounded tongue never stops.

Finally, Renoir's cut back never stops either.

We're supposed to be seriously killing each other, but this situation was starting to brew a childish quarrel about each other saying bad things.

However, while doing so, it was certain that the space within which Sten could move was being eaten.

"I can see ancient spells that are one of the frontiers of demonic guidance, but I didn't know it was even worth half the price, so the unschooled demon ghost"

"My life (sometimes) is in the price!! Can you say 'ho, you're an unknown guide' or something like that, Doorhoe!!

"Hmm, it's not enough to put in the cost of labor and technology for the eagle even if you have your life in it..."

"It's not enough and it's not enough!! What the hell is wrong with you, converting it to your profit?

"The eagle is a researcher."

"Ha, self-proclaimed researchers can't take care of themselves using magic books (cheats)!!

"Hmmm!! You have to listen to yourself!!

- Ancient Spells/Moontooth Dragon Strikes -

Seven dragons of seven colors approach the sten as if they were barking.

At that point the area of movement of Sten is not already wide.

"That dragon eats you to death!!

Renoir screamed distorted his mouth. Joy peeks into my face just because these dragons are sure to win if they attack Sten.

As the clouds and spreads surround us, even the sparks of a meteor descend.

But Sten saw the Moon Tooth Dragon strike. No, he stepped on the ground and jumped.

"Become..."

"That's one time, Veroche's giving me a sore eye. It's a magic guide!! Evil can't be caught!!

"Gu...... if it was the first look, what was a blow......!!

These seven dragons.

They had no entity.

A seven-color exorcism that specializes in detaining goals, slipping through everything: attacks, wind pressure, and exorcism.

Sten, once restrained, was engulfed with a chaotic meditation moon, and has a history of being taken away by the pitiful demonic realm, to a magical guide that uses a psyche that is easily inclined to intercept because it symbolizes an attack called a dragon.

"In retrospect, I enjoyed the rest of that, but Veroche wouldn't be so relieved to be taken away by you yet!!

"Hmmm!! I don't have a hobby for taking away stupid demon ghosts like you either, so I'll kill you here!!

"I don't care if they kill me!!

Though I said so.

No more defenses existed in Sten than he jumped with two girls in his arms.

Still, the dragons chased to Sten, and they had no means of confronting the sparks that were still coming down like rain from the air.

I would have been able to escape the reach of the Laurel Spirit Tree a little, but that's just a matter of seconds.

For a few seconds, Sten exposes himself to helplessness in the air.

"Hmmm!! Nice, nice. This is good!!

"Nnoh......!!

Impact.

Sten turned his back on the attack from the sky to shelter the two he held beside him.

A flock of flames like needles piercing like arrows, but not to pierce Sten's body.

"Gu, ah, ah, ah, ah!!

Roar.

Kicking the sky to twist and flip, Sten falls through the barrage just as fortunately as it is. Ahead, behind Renoir.

"Hmmm...... oh, not good"

Speaking of Sten's intentions, Renoir immediately orders the laurel spirit tree to pursue him.

At the expense of his own body, Sten dived through the least aggressive Disaster Flower Lightning.

I don't have to feel obsessed around not scratching the girls in any way, but for Renoir it doesn't even matter there.

"Hmmm!! Not good, not good!! Unpleasant demon ghost No!!

"Waiver Cover Ka, you can get caught up in what's going on and do whatever you want ~!! If you punish me for this, use your head a little or a researcher. Uh-huh!?

"Mm-hmm!!

The flaming needle, pierced like a hare on his back, had already lost its potency and dissolved it as a magic vegetable and disappeared.

Landing far rear of Renoir, Sten turned his bloody back and big ass to Renoir, waving his hips twisted like a fool before rushing out.

"Not good, not good. Oh!!

From behind, Renoir's figure chasing Sten on the back of a fallen ice shield.

However, the speed at which the disease was driven was overwhelmingly faster for Sten, even with a girl at the side.

I rest them away from Renoir, and I return to intercept Renoir.

That was the plan that Sten had in mind for the impromptu.

Therefore, we cannot be caught up with that green-haired researcher temper right now, and if so, it was at full speed.

"... um, ah"

"Mmm, are you awake?

and Tales, who seemed to have lost consciousness just at that time, woke up.

I looked up at Sten with a look like something, but I would have liked to have guessed something in view of the fact that Sten was there and the situation running at full speed.

"... sorry"

"Apologize for what?"

"... sister, you've bothered me again"

"What are you talking about? I don't think it's annoying. You protected me, didn't you? Take this mountain. Then I'll leave the rest to my brother."

"... sten"

"Don't look so sarcastic!!

Leap on the fallen tree.

It's time to get to the top of the mountain.

On such a mountain road, but Tullies shook his head sideways.

"... let me try harder, even your sister"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"... stand. I can run. So."

Tales said, looking at the flare reel that Sten is holding on the other side.

"... let them protect you"

"Ha... right"

Sten is not wild enough to make such a temper of himself. It's the farthest word from this man, such as Wild Twilight.

Sten slowly lowered the Tullies to the ground and handed them to Tullies with a flared reel in his arms.

"Nice to meet you. Look at our sister."

"Yeah, shy, hard-working, precious sister....... Sten"

"What's up?"

"My sister protects. So again... protect the village, protect everyone"

What's in Tales' brain must have been something that happened two hundred years ago.

The End Village Rashean. That day, Sten and Yulica rescued the village of fallen angels.

Including Shanoir, the irreplaceable Tales father.

That's why Tales says.

Because no matter how difficult that is, Sten laughs and accomplishes it.

And now, because I'm not as helpless as I was in those days.

Although I can only rely on my brother now because I will defend myself as best I can.

"My sister does the best she can. Then I'll do everything I can."

That's what's so romantic.

"Yeah!"

Rarely loud, Tullies turned his back on Sten and ran out.

While dropping that back off, Sten takes one deep breath.

I saved my plans.

If you've lost one hassle to intercept Renoir, then we need to get Renoir closer to the top somehow.

That's what he thinks, and Sten hides himself among the trees by the mountain path.

"Hmmm!! Where is the demon ghost? Where is he?!

Shortly afterwards, Renoir appeared from below on a fallen ice shield as he chased him.

Less than a minute after Tullies disappeared.

This is a pace that would be unplugged if it was the station. Sten accidentally jumped out of the side and punched him in the face with momentum, thinking of something he didn't know for some reason.

"Atashi is here!!

"Bubura!?

Renoir doesn't happen to blow to the sidelines to a blow carried out with a much more disgusting backvoice.

After knocking down the trees and pushing through the mountains, the momentum finally waned when he bounced with two or three turns.

"... Hmmm, you're suddenly cowardly"

"You ate a ghost shot in the face, but you didn't get any damage."

He must have followed after the blowup, Sten appeared at the dawn with his arms gently turned.

This was an open cape.

I'd say you're lucky you drove Renoir to some kind of end.

Or is it a thought of something?

Renoir stares abominably at Sten as he rises loosely without much pain.

"Hmm, about a blow that doesn't contain a lot of magic vegetables either, it's not going to be a lot of damage. Because this body is reinforced by ancient spells of the Bible that do not speak."

"How poor are the contents, even if they are fortified, they will blow all that away"

"Don't you know how awesome a ghost blow is!?

Renoir screaming with his eyes open.

But he goes on, as he changed it with one cough.

"Hmm. At least it's not enough to kill the eagle to the extent that you used your strength as it was. It's a little bit of a mistake to be blown away by such a despicable place... well, it's only a time of error"

"... hon. The extent to which it was used as is,"

Meaninglessly shrugged Sten and the relative Renoir.

There are few obstacles to this cape, and only cleaved cliffs exist behind it.

What the hell can you do in such a situation? Renoir frowned... and noticed something.

Sten, loosen his mouth.

I'm sure that's because it's his favorite situation.

Renoir waits for Sten to open his mouth, remembering his unpleasant hunch.

"... I mean, is that it? If you had a weapon, wouldn't that be all?

"Hmmm......"

"I accept silence as yes. Ha, ha, ha. Well, what a great situation it is to have blown up right here."

Sten joyfully takes on his shoulder when he pulls through the "stick" that was poking him on the spot. Even without a blade. Even remnants of crushed weapons now. Still a companion with him, therefore.

Watching Renoir pulling the corner of his mouth, he whined as he spilled, with a hot exhale.

"No evil. I need you to help me again. - Ghost killer."