Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

- The Empire is the Executive Office of the Secretary of the Mausoleum Department at the headquarters of the Imperial College of Grand Sill, Imperial Capital.

That day, the new Second Seat Digirre McLain, the Commander of Magic, had been summoned by the First Seat Astarte Verdanava. Shortly before the order to leave the Republic was issued, shortly after assuming the second seat.

The book of the night falls and it's already dark. The only light that illuminates the room brilliantly is Cantera, which is at the desk between the sitting Astarte and the Digire standing opposite it.

Digire silently urged the reason for the call, not to mention the competition for the new cake, which will now be available under the Imperial Academy seal.

"Well, I'm sorry you called me in at this hour. You'll have a job, too, taking over the institute."

"If you know what I'm talking about, tell me what I need to do. I sent you a letter with a wax seal, and you're talking about shit."

Respond to the swallowing greeting of the cut out Astarte, also with the evil of greeting.

Did you anticipate his attitude like that or not, Astarte took out a book on the desk with a small, meaningful sigh.

I wonder if that piece of paper, which is rounded around, is about the size of a map that would stick out in the conference room if it were to be expanded. The red ribbon is carefully bracketed from the top of the roll.

"... so?

"Originally, it belongs to you. Open it."

……

Unmake the ribbon. Astarte looked sad that she was abandoned on the floor as it was, but Digire doesn't care at all. Anyway, that must have been the new ribbon or something to wrap around the cake box. There's no such thing as a hippo dating their pride.

What was on that piece of paper that opened was a paper written in a familiar handwriting.

Rather than that, I wrote about a substance previously written by Digirre herself that is working with an example asshole demon ghost under the heading "On the usefulness of ultra-high density amorphous demon crystals and the dangers associated with them".

Show this to the writer himself, what the hell it is.

If you look at Astarte with a frigid eye, he puts his hands together in front of his face and looks up at Digire.

"I'm not familiar with this field."

"Stop poking presenters in that society. Authorities in other fields, Nori."

"This certainly won't take in on humans. But, yeah. If you're like Yatano, if you're good, you can't even take it in..."

"You can't."

"Hmm?"

Digirre looks at Astarte while adjusting the monocle slightly.

"I don't know exactly what Temeer's thinking, but don't. I'm out in the first place at a time when" bass "is human. Even Eisenhardt K. Fangini, unmatched in heaven, will explode and disperse the moment he absorbs that one. But Astarte, Temeer doesn't talk about it."

"... because you're a god of the living?

"That's the thing. As I wrote in my paper, the" closer to God, "the more I can capture the number. In that regard, it would be beneficial for Temeer. Though, in the case of Temeer, the opposite is true of the fact that" base "is only the god of the living and half is human. It wouldn't be weird to storm out at that point if I took in both. Numerically yes… less than 67% chance of the magic in your body going wild and leading to death"

"Because the" base "is not human?... you know what?"

"... ah?

What is "such a thing"? Digirre's one-eyebrow rises at Astarte's remarks, which don't get the guidelines right.

"No, it's not a big deal though. I just didn't think it was a mistake to promote you to the second seat."

"Ha, don't make me laugh. Even I didn't think I'd get meaningless and strong like this. Mysterious pieces of beads, or whatever, did that fucking demon ghost call them? After all, I don't know where I can get it yet"

"Okay. You should return to the institute until you have your next assignment. I'll get back to you with the details."

"Let me do that"

Returning his heel, Digire waves back to the door with a flickering hand.

The inscribed letter on its back is II.

Huh. Astarte called out on its back.

"Digire"

"Ah?"

- Don't die on me.

"That's the only way. But will Temeer say it in the second seat (...)? We're all laughing."

- Aila Border Bridge, the bridge of the border that connects the empire to the kingdom.

There was a young man standing in front of the Imperial guard.

A black coat that hits the sea breeze. A sharp design dagger on the back.

Second seat of Digire McLain Magic Supervisor. He was now on his way back to Imperial Capital after completing his assignment in the Republic... but had been ordered by intelligence to come in secrecy to this Eira border bridge.

He is now whining about something against a pendant-like pocket watch down from his chest in front of that border bridge he has arrived at.

"Oh.... well, okay. So?... Got it, tell him I'll be on my way to the first seat right away.... Oh, thank you."

Digirre, nostalgic for her pocket watch, exhaled one and looked across the bridge.

Well, was it for that reason that you were sent here directly without bothering to go through the Imperial Capital? With a convincing look, I take a step.

"So, what did you say in the contact?

and there was a girl who would go next to him like that as a matter of course.

Dressed in a new black light outfit in the Empire, she is somewhat exposed but stylish as a "Shinobi".

- Justa Welceia, the youngest girl who was supposed to be traveling with the Divine Sons of Light to crusade the Demon King by now in the known authentic history of one demon ghost.

But she was late, and she accompanied Digirre to the Republic, where she hit many walls... eating up her teeth and proceeding.

How could the biggest "wall" have been the youth in front of me, but now I have less narrow, childish horizons and less emotional behavior, and I don't hesitate to go out with Digire.

"... Apparently the death of Renoir Vie Atmosphere has been confirmed"

"Ah duh. So?"

"Instead, the seventh seat, Renault R. Atelidia, revealed his true nature, taking the magic guide" Ten Volume Copies "from the Academy Treasury and fleeing, and disappearing straight into the kingdom," he said.

"... What does Renault have to do with Renoir?

"The Astarte guy said - the first seat said it seemed like a split of the same existence. He laughed that it was worth letting him swim. It was Renault's crusade we were entrusted with. Go to the kingdom and destroy Renault and the anti-social organization known as the Pay Dawn Regiment."

"We?"

"Third seat Yatano Hussou Arklite, fifth seat Shakti Vikmund, eighth seat Benetta Cortina, tenth seat Grindle Grifskale. Half the Commander of Magic, including me, will be driven out. I'm sure it's too much."

"Heh."

Joining hands behind his head, Justa exhaled loudly, remaining a swallowing walk that threw her legs out. There is a commonplace dissatisfaction with the expression.

"... I know how Temeer feels."

"All that was done, Renoir was not dead! If you ask me, I can't do it! Even what you did to Sheikh Shrak is still..."

Justa pointing her lips. What she's trying to say, I know.

various incidents in the Republic some time ago.

She was in the whirlpool of incidents in the form of a war between the ninjas of Golzon and the ninjas of Leidore.

Sheikh Shrark was the man who was trying to tighten up the ninjas of Oldra, create a force using the Mad Demons, and avenge the Empire.

But still, he was desperately fighting to rebuild a republic oppressed by the Empire.

… in the end it was not only believed by Renoir's spiritual manipulation that "the Republic is oppressed by the Empire" 800 lies. Still, as a person who thought he was just a bad guy and was stripping his fangs, it was also true that he really stopped hating Shrek himself.

Justa and the children of Oldra also learned the fact that Shrek managed to escape the killing by Renoir in the form of a "mission" outside the country even though he was drunk by madness.

Now that that that background has been brightened, I can tell you that Justa was continuing his journey to defeat Renoir. That's what stomach bugs don't fit in "I was dead".

"Don't be a jerk, you little shit."

"What the heck!

"Split means Renault and Renoir are the same people, although I'm still not sure of the principle. Aside from whether you remember or not, you're still alive. You've left enough room for Temeer to complain."

I'll be there when I know.

That being said, Digirre goes on a wide bridge of cobblestones once upon a time.

Around you can see a little bit, a lover leaning against a stone trunk and looking at the horizon, an old man interested in walking a dog, etc. Justa chewed what Digire had told him, and laughed furiously as he rearranged next to him.

"Could you have inspired me now?

"Where do you think you're going to be, you little shit?"

"Ah, right, right."

It floats all over the universe.

It seems that the people around us who were in their world earlier turn around surprised, but I don't even care about Digire. It's no use forgiving this guy.

After a while, his hands were released, and Justa, who had been pounded and dropped to the ground, felt his own painful head loosened and realized.

That feels like you're still taking me.

"Hey."

"That's you, you fucking kid"

"What do you do when you enter the kingdom for now?

"Think a little bit about it in Temeer."

"Because I barely know geography or anything because I've only been in the kingdom once. I'll leave that up to the prince. The carriage was also a transfer from and to the port."

"... is that so too"

Digirre stood one finger up as she stroked her jaw and assembled an explanation in herself.

"A kingdom is not a great many cities for its size. There are five good things about being a central city."

"Is that it? It's as much territory as the Patriarchate, right?

"Oh.... you're studying world geography properly"

"That's right. Someone's got a little respect for your knowledge and shit! Because he was thrown into the library."

"I wish I had studied the kingdom at that rate.... Fair enough. A kingdom as wide in territory as a patriarchal country, but the biggest difference between the two is the form of the country itself"

"Shape...?

Leaning his neck, Justa thinks of the shape of two countries in his brain.

If you are here in Stén, the Patriarchate is Japan's main state, and the kingdom is like Hokkaido. The metaphorical expression can be quickly rolled out, but it is not so if it is Justa.

"The Patriarchate is elongated on the side, and the kingdom is close to rhomboid?

"Correct."

Justa got a little happy.

"And the biggest difference is in the capital. Eden, the holy capital of the Patriarchate, is extremely close to the southwest, but Delkar, the king's capital of the kingdom, is almost in the middle of this rhombus... almost in the middle."

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?... Oh well. Yes, Dr. Digire!

"What's wrong, incompetent student?"

"I have heard that there is a king's capital in the center and that there is a means of transportation in the kingdom that can be used by anyone who is a king citizen called the Demon Train!

"So?"

"So if we connect the city at the end to Wang Capital, I don't think it will develop in the middle!

"Correct."

"Yay!

Did you know the Devil's Train?

Digirre snorted, "That's a good point."

"That's the thing. That country developed a means of mobility that energized magic guidance as a monopoly technology. I can't even imitate it in the Empire, but that would cost maintenance to run a prescribed route. That's why the Empire develops a horse-free carriage that moves with road maintenance and magic guidance... but that's not quite as bad as a demon train ride"

"Heh. I don't care. Isn't a carriage that doesn't need a horse a carriage?

"Sure, I don't care, but the official name of the horse's unwanted carriage is recruiting the subjects throughout the empire. If you're hired, you'll get a 500,000 gard bounty from Imperial College."

"That's the one I can challenge?

"Even republican territory is part of the empire. Naturally."

"All right, let's try it"

Grabbing both fists, Justa intended.

As childish as that is, it is much better than when you were fighting for revenge...... and there is no way Digire could even speak of it.

Justa kept thinking for a moment and asked Digire.

"Leave the horse alone about the carriage he doesn't need. We're on the Devil's Train for now. Is it best to get out of the nearest city and head right to the King's Capital?

"I was going to."

"All right."

"So many variations of joy in vain."

"We've known each other for so long, you didn't know?

"It doesn't even mean you're that happy."

"Oh well.... right? That's right."

Bye.

"You're full from now on!

I hope so.