Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Smoke covered the surrounding area, like a smokescreen.

After the passing of a winding sandstorm. Because I've hidden the trees like curtains, or there's only one light yellow color in my current vision.

Not a single side in Sten's golden eyes leaks into that example, but the sound of sliding the ground touching his ears informs Renoir of his safety.

Are you still breathing?

Oops, just flashing a ghost killing stick.

The whole of the headland, clearly visible instead of the dust blown away by the wind pressure of the drenched sleeves and sticks, did not retain the prototype until approximately earlier.

Numerous recessed craters so much so that they even poured down in the meteor cluster.

The tip of the cape has collapsed, and the near-field trees that were mimicking the windproof forests have fallen all over the house.

And in the center of it, one green-haired man fell and lay on the ground.

The deification of Sten.

The turbulence of the attack must have easily swallowed this man.

No defense by the unspeakable scriptures was fulfilled, no rewind was fulfilled at the behest of pride, except before the violence of God, Renoir had no skill to exchange.

"... Impossible. Impossible, just a few moments..."

"That's just the logic in Temeer. Evil doesn't mean that deification is not as narrow in knowledge as it is in Temeer's knowledge of the world."

"Hmmm...... not good, not good, not good......!!

"It's Temeer that's not good, I've told you so many times. … it's time to pay the annual contribution, Renoir"

Shh, and the ghost killing stick was directed at the green-haired man - Renoir.

If you keep swinging it down, it will be easy enough to crack your brain.

What I wanted to hear, I could hear it earlier.

Then there's no further reason to let this man rush you.

"Think about it, Temeer had a lot of guys struggling with it. You can beat him up for that, but I'm sweet. I'll handle it in one blow."

"... no, don't... that's not good...!

"Make it Minerina, make it the leader of the Republic, make it the others, make it Veroche, make it Yatano. Those who have suffered because of Temeer are so much more than I know. I don't know what Temeer's purpose is, and I don't mind treading down the road without an outside road or a way out of the way, but still. It's not just about trampling people's paths."

"The eagle still has something to do… I've made this many sacrifices, and nothing has come of it…!

"Results, results."

Scratch the back of your head with your empty hands as you prepare to slap the ghost killing stick on Renoir at any time.

Sure, I know Renoir's yawning.

A study that I tried to build at the expense of a large number of people. If that ends unexpectedly, the people who have ever had scattered eyes are so-called "futile".

As long as we have achievements, as long as we can reach our ends, they will have meaning as well.

"Then the eagle reaches the sanctuary. If we don't bear the fruit of the research that we've been loading up until we live in the Bible that we don't talk about, it's not very good, it's not good. It's not good!

"- Don't justify it. The outside road of Temeer."

"What?"

Boo, there is a flame of demon guidance in the ghost killing.

Sten just put the magic through it, and his long-time partner responded to it.

Because it is a magic guide, it resides in strength via magic vegetables.

That is a testament to the fact that we have been able to counter Renoir with one stick until now - an iron hammer that will now be disposed of by Renoir.

"Whatever Temeer did, it's only the murder weapon that smashed someone else's romance. Whatever Temeer does makes sense, it's not what's ahead of him. That's where it was exchanged, and I'm not saying no to the people who lost their way. 'Cause then Temeye did it. And"

Golden eyes stare at Renoir.

- You'll do it again with no punishment.

"Eh."

I had a long relationship with Renoir.

That's how long it's been since I learned I existed as a tenant with a bomb loaded in Minerina. Not as much as this one's monocle bald, but it's been hostile for a long time.

Hence, the doomsday here, at last, Sten remembered a little relief that a man named Renoir exited from here.

"So, bye."

"- Not good! That's not good. Not good. Not good!! As long as we complete the research on the eagle, we can prevent unparalleled catastrophes such as the number of humans we used to experiment with it! And reach the sanctuary, the sorrow of the eagles -"

"It fell from something worthless to something worthless because you yourself have been pricing people's lives."

"- god god, god stheeeeeeeen!! I don't get it! I don't get it! If you kill the eagle now, that's the scripture you don't talk about."

Cry your best, but Sten doesn't even care.

Shake it down for a moment.

I slammed my screaming mouth on the ground with momentum, both in my face.

There is a nasty sound of the fruit crushing, and deep red dyes the surrounding area.

"- Sorry, but a worthy romance for me must be waiting for me at the top of the mountain."

Like paying for blood, Sten waves a ghost killing stick.

The previous cause broke off as lightly as a yarn.

Renoir is dead.

"... and I wonder if the Hiragi guy is doing well"

Turning his back on Renoir's body, with a ghost killing stick on his shoulder, Sten leans consciousness towards the spiritual path that connects him to her. Exhale gently and close your eyes, and in no time you will know what situation she is in and whether she is physically or mentally healthy.

bonds with relatives strengthened by Hiiragi when boarding the Japone by boat.

This had allowed us to borrow a little of each other's abilities.

Sten was able to use her magic vegetables lightly, and Hiiragi should be given the endurance of a ghost tribe.

I wasn't particularly worried about it.

"Eh."

In a double sense, Sten breathed.

One is the critical situation coming from Hiiragi's spiritual path.

And the other, a mighty sign from behind.

"Renoir Teme -"

At the same time as you turn your momentum around, you notice a runoff of magic vegetables like a violent wind releasing toward the sky.

From where Renoir's body was, its magic vegetables spraying up as if it were a rising geyser, were black and distorted.

"... what is this, even the ink boiled"

A swallowing dialogue is a backbone, and its expression is hard.

Something dangerous in every sense. The location of Renoir had already been invaded by its nanica, and the black geyser began to pour down with so little rain that it became scattered with its creepy magic.

The black swirls by itself, and when the poured, rain-like grain of black is recovered, it ascends into the sky as the snake wraps its corn around it.

And flew straight towards the summit.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, wait."

Let the corner of his mouth snap, and Sten stares at the direction of the summit.

Signs of leeches also come from over there.

And now "black" headed in the same direction.

The signal of crisis felt from Hiiragi is probably because we are fighting Yatano.

If we even rendezvous there to that black, we don't know what's going to happen.

Before then, Yatano must be stopped. Renoir was defeated because of this. If I can't save Yatano here, that's what I don't know what I fought for.

... go.

Pushing anxiety to death, Sten drives toward the summit of the mountain.