Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

That's one day's memory.

Far away, decades old, but vivid memories that never fade.

"Um... Are you sure you want to tell me?

I was disturbed by anxiety. My chest shakes deliberately.

The bottom of my belly screamed, "Run away". My brain tingles and keeps my guard up.

Though, the girl is too inexperienced to be in danger.

He makes a blunt noise and unwittingly turns his back, frightened by the sound of a closed door, and looks up at the man standing at the moment.

I'm a few years old when it comes to youth, but I'm not calm enough when it comes to grandeur, such a man. He raised his own green hair and just nodded, "Oh, yeah," he said.

"... eh. I'd rather be a little warmer, I..."

"A magician called Genius brought us the most suitable environment for our activities. You deny it before you know it."

Not good. Not good. Not good.

To a sloppy word of denial, the girl lost her voice.

It was creepy, it was scary, that kind of thing. As a previous issue, I shut my mouth disrespectfully to someone who would teach me magic. It was no exaggeration to say that she had already "been able to" in that sense.

"Sorry, dude."

"No, no, no, no, no, if you have no choice, you have no choice. Come on, shall we start the magic guide? For the sake of the cause of God."

"Yes. If I... can help all of us... and the devils stay away from us, I will do anything!

"Hmm, no, no, no, no, no. Anything."

Hiding in a girl holding both fists so as to temper her, the man's expression is badly distorted.

Is it blasphemy for wishes, curiosity for new knowledge that happens now, or an irresistible pleasure in leading one girl to ruin? Or do you honor the sacrifice of doing research that no one can beat?

Or a praise for the means of responding to "enemies" that we have yet to see?

There is no guidance to show a man's delightful emotions. There is no way to notice the emotional subtlety.

So I didn't know until the end.

Her desire, which worked diligently to guide the devil, melts with hesitation and ease as she melts iron.

Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo.

My, precious wishes. Thoughts I wished for as a child. The only prayer I thought of.

They all melt like rain and snow.

"I'm sure that kindness = = = Help = = ="

Stop.

"Demons = = = = = = Bonds = Works = = ="

Stop...

"= = = Guide = = = = = ="

Oh...... nothing more.

"Dissolve that wish"

... Is that it? Stop what, I will.

The girl looked up at the man in front of her, leaning her neck so tightly, with her vain eyes without light.

All of me is lost.

In those empty teased eyes, there's a sight of you jumping in.

It was the moment when the biggest fist jumped into the cheek of a man who was laughing joyfully.

"Let me or let me. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A man blew it up. I stuck it in a bunch of pots.

If it falls off the shelf, it cracks.

"... ah"

Those loud, annoying sounds.

Oh, come on, lady. Remember, I giggle and ask.

"I'm sure you'll help that sweet sister."

Ah.

"Make a bond between demons and humans."

Yes, I am.

"Put your magic guide in the hands of salvation."

To that end, I

I gave him a face.

I waved my fist through it, the horned demon clan made shelter with my hands so that I could even look away, even the brave ones wouldn't break the pot so flashy, though I'm saying something that doesn't make any sense.

But.

It is true that I was helped.

That's kind of very warm.

"Thanks for your help"

So honestly, I could thank you.

Empty, warm memories like sinuses that could not have been, but did exist.

"... why, it's pointless to ask"

"Huh?

The first phenomenon of divine erosion (phase skills) that Yatano regained in his battle against [the harmony of heavenly illuminating cuisine] - a spring or kana plain near the summit of Mount Ibuki, born by [the saturation of compassion that blesses the earth].

Yatano asked Sten as he listened to the spiral of a large, relaxed river that ran to cut its center.

At the time, he drips his fishing rod and blurs as he faces the river.

Seeing as if the fishing rod isn't handy with just yawning "ku" on time, I guess I don't have the talent to fish.

"… may I return something to you"

"Was that the last one? Well, you care, Yatano."

"I care! You can't possibly care less! You, because of me... even this mountain."

The feeling of slapping Peppy on the back is the same for Sten as for the breeze.

Until earlier, the signs behind me, feeling small and warm on my back, are now up and protesting against Sten repeatedly.

That didn't seem like a long time either. The slapping hand leaves his back and gently moves to his shoulder.

"I am.... pitifully spiritual. They tampered with your soul's information, and they did you harm. I thought you were my friend. Soon I was taken in by the hatred planted, and I..."

"Then you don't have the answer anymore."

The hand that accompanied Sten's shoulder was shaking small.

Until a while ago, hands waved in bad faith. yaka, that luxurious hand.

"Because I thought we were friends. Me, too. That's why I helped Yatano when he got laid. I don't think so, but you don't think there's a good reason there? Do I look that smart to you? I'm a demon brother."

"... Sten. You are."

As always, Sten never looked back at Yatano.

I still just stare blurry at the tip of the fishing rod and don't even have any emotions on my face. Oh, my God, the usual asshole side.

"Ma, yeah. Can I give it back? If you feel the burden of this one. One thing I think."

I just don't see the kind of browned grin that I should normally have.

From Yatano, you can't peek at Sten's face.

I just wait silently for his word, as if I were to take it even in a temple.

"... back in the day. It was a long time ago. I wonder how long ago it was before Yatano was born."

"Sten's not even alive."

"I made friends on my journey. You're a funny guy, I cracked it right up. It wasn't three days since we met until we broke up. I had a little incident in the meantime, and I helped him a little because I'm a friend."

――

"Then that bastard, long after that, you saved me from dying."

"Eh. Sten was a little over twenty now, wasn't he?

"Well, I am.... He seems to have always considered one of those things" gracious "without even covering the reunion. As a big deal. Unlike me, you saved me a crisis I really thought I was gonna die. That's why I laughed and said." It's time to give back ".... Two hundred years, huh? Forget it. I don't remember why. I can't. Not my head.... but... I was delighted. No kidding. You saved me then, so I saved you. You're my friend.... Me, my friend and I wanted to be like that."

He's too distinctive, but with the last of it, Sten cut the words.

River spirals touch my ears on a breeze.

"Okay."

Sten's eyebrows moved slightly on the young soprano before the vocal change.

The hand that was on his shoulder comes to Sten's chest as it then slips.

His right hand also came from above his right shoulder, wrapped in warmth so that he could cuddle from behind.

"... it's warm"

"Yatano's got a higher temperature. Warm."

"That's because it's a little embarrassing. Don't tell me."

"Don't be silly. I'm embarrassed when people say that."

"Well, come on in."

"Oh, yeah? Is that okay? I feel a little strange..."

Gu, and. Yatano's hands held him tight just as he let go of Sten's upper body. Because of his luxurious body, Shiten's right cheek immediately has Yatano's face and golden thread-like hair.

"When you helped me somewhere one day. The last time you saved me from the mud. Thus I feel that I was in a gentle sensation, wrapped in something very warm. It was your warmth without a shadow."

――

"... one day. No, anytime. I swear I will help you. You can repay me, you can destroy me, because I'm a friend, that's how you told me. So I will make sure of you. I swear I can help you."

Small, luxurious, heavy vows whispered in your ears.

"... I'm glad, but that's okay. I don't have to feel so bad. I'll help Yatano easily again."

"Because we're friends?

"Because we're friends"

"I'm not."

"They didn't think you were my friend"

That's a little lonely - trying to keep the word going.

The little face that was right next to me felt this way.

"... you are mine. Because he's irreplaceable and important."

Softly feels like something can be pushed against your cheek.

Faster than understanding what it is, fever leaves the body.

"Grimoire Reverse, for your pleasant and gentle, warm journey. Be sure to take me with you."

A fragrant grin stained with Zhu in a straight line from the right cheek to the left cheek.

Yatano left, wrapped in an oddly glossy atmosphere that shouldn't even be at the end of the year.

The remaining stens gaze at the flow of the blurry river.

"... Huh?

I understood what I had been done and now reddened my face.

There's not as much demand as hair.