Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

- Inside the tree sea of sedation. The battlefield.

Now this was turning into Killingfield, where a small war was taking place.

Magic guides fly like barrages, and avant-garde fierces wave in its center.

Even the cry is extinguished by the explosion and the sword trident, only the sound of the crushing that drives life away echoes.

"Fourteenth Aggressive Magic/Undermoon Brawl"

A pitch-black laser rushes through endlessly.

Those of the overflowing Paid Dawn Regiment will vanish.

"Hmmm... not good, not good!

Renoir, you really are.

"Ha, it has nothing to do with you being ignored by the scriptures you don't even talk about! We are going to the divine realm!! Use these two gods!!

A haughty ghost and a demon ghost roar around a pitch-black storm and storm at each enemy.

"- Storm armor knitted by dark magic. Thoroughly..."

One poke. A fist to be punched - lightly playing the elbow that is the root of it and out of balance.

Two pokes. Peeky upper body, aim shoulder. Shake down the great heavens and slap them down.

Three pokes. Aim at the foot of the storm armor and pay to float completely into space.

End of story...

"This blow pierces the heavens and the earth, a ruined bamboo that destroys the demons. Here, look at this."

Despite something coming, the demon ghost, who didn't even get in shape, will take a sharp blow to the abdomen as it is.

"Destroy Ahat Ahat"

"Gwwwwwwwwww!!

"Mm-hmm!?

With a blown demon ghost, it's the chief, Renoir.

But Renoir also offsets the attack from Grindle, who flew in just before, with timing.

"Shit."

"You're just as good at running as ever."

Tongue-beating teeth and sighing grindles.

But we can still fight. Not at all, it's far from a pinch.

Compared to earlier, Grindle laughs at the lack of construction.

"Whoa, whoa!!

"I see, Number One, are you completely rampaged out of consciousness right now... but I don't have the magical guidance to be able to bring back in an instant the reason you've been sucked by a biocidal stone for nearly a hundred years. Try to get you to sleep once."

- Thirty-sixth Aggressive Magic - Everlasting Sleep -

"Hmmm! I won't let that happen!!

- Seven ancient spells and refinements -

A demon guide directed at a haunted ghost collides with a demon guide that interferes with it.

Creeping through the scattered sky of sparks, Crain used a stick to dance in the sky.

"Ahhhhhhh!!

"Mm-hmm! Out of the way, godson of light!!

"You're the one in the way, Renoir"

Timed with Crain, Ludius also had a great sword.

"I'll cover you! Both of you! Speed up!!"

Clain and Ludius' movements are applauded at the behest of Harna.

Renoir, who stepped on this as inevitable, happened to land ahead.

"This is it, Renoir."

Grindle's white sphere was waiting.

"Gu, the magic vegetable!!

"A white sphere that devours magic vegetables. Don't lick the phenomenon of divine erosion, Renoir"

"Oh my god!!

"Chi!!

A stormy god strikes where Grindle is.

Back jump and dodge, but the opponent is heavily loaded by Grindle alone.

"- There you go, Justa (...)"

Yeah, I know.

- To the everlasting darkness, the assassin's praise.

"Fate is irreversible."

One girl appears between Grindle and Renoir.

Its presence in the light and who was unpopular. Her gripping steel thread, dancing in the sky, tells the story of what she did.

Suddenly, Renoir's right arm was dimensioned.

"Gu, uuuuuuu!?

"When you can use the moves that Shrek used, you realize it. I mean, I'm Midnight."

"Don't slap me in the mouth, chase me"

"He said he was doing it."

Kun, and pull the thread Justa gripped.

Flashing is silver thread. Approaching Renoir's neck, he jumped and dodged it as he rose a growl that was not even in the gala, sensing it on the brink. My right arm falls unbroken, but I don't even seem to have time to worry about it.

"Hmmm! Shinobu, oh!!

"It's a bluff, old man"

"What!?

What do you mean, if you look at Justa? Blood erupting from the whole body of the haunted ghost who was supposed to have been standing behind it.

"Gwwwwwwwww!!

"Bluff, no way. The attack on the eagle itself is positive..."

"Mmm. This is also positive. It's your destiny to turn your consciousness here."

"What!?

One swordsman, appearing behind Renoir with his eyes open.

"Know the wrath of the kingdom!!! Renoir!!!

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Cut from his back, Renoir crashes.

Ludius, who landed near Justa, laughed small and spoke.

"You're strong."

"You're stronger, aren't you, Digire?"

Lyudius didn't say anything to that Justa word, but closed his eyes for once.

"Let's get to the end without getting distracted"

"Yeah, of course I'm going to"

Lyudius, with his great sword, rushes straight to the fallen spot of Renoir.

Dropping it off, Justa told Digire.

"Don't ignore me."

"Say it."

"But why did you leave it to Ludius? I wish Digire had done it."

"It's better to slap Iroja into Temeer first"

"Hmm... that's suspicious"

Ma, no.

Justa laughs contentedly and sets up a kunai and heads towards Renoir.

I'm not lost in that look. Digire dropped her back off.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!

"Chi, so many times with Sten's body!!

Against one poke, a fist wrapped around the wind, he pokes his arm with a swivel that rotates along the wind.

Two thrusts, kicking into the abdomen where a flash of clearance was made in the pain.

Three pokes, swinging down in great heaven from the head where it became a letter of ku.

Four pokes, the head that came down with a blue rainbow from the side.

Five pokes, dodging the unobstructed waved fist, and lifting his arm with a blue rainbow.

Six pokes, thread a blue rainbow through your back from under your arm to screw in, crushing the bones of your arm.

Seven thrusts, kicking and breaking my immobile legs, and thrusting them up in great heaven.

Eight thrusts - a flash of destruction.

"Gwwwwwwwww!!

"If you've only increased your strength and wind, a biological sten with a monstrous intuition is still stronger"

That's what I said to throw it away, and I looked at the blown god.

He rubbed the ground, turned two and three times and hit it harder and harder.

Now come again and again, and the eyes of Tetsu, who looked upon him with great heaven on his shoulder, were opened thinly.

"... ugh. Why the goddess? You're breaking up."

"Sten!?

"Oh? Oh. No, he wasn't brainwashed, he was a goddess."

"Don't make excuses."

It's not, it's not. And I'm bumping into him, Sten, but he does return to consciousness much faster if he was under the influence of Renoir's magic.

If you're safe, that's a good thing.

In response to the exhaling tetsu, Sten laughs and says.

"But that's it. I heard you were running wild, but you were trying to keep me down."

"Yeah, well. I had no choice but to crush my arm."

"Oh, that makes sense and weird. I'm not sure which one is the pain in the jamming waveguide, but now the pain feels bad from all over my body. But..."

"What is it?"

"- Even if I screwed up a little, you did something about it. I'll always believe you."

"Huh..."

With that said, Sten rushed towards the goddess with the two sticks he had held in his hand at some point. Surely the battle is not over yet.

Talking about everything will only take place after the curtain has come down on everything.

But what? Oh, not at all.

'I'm nothing, you don't believe me. My journey and the people I met. I just believe in that romance. It's a mess, isn't it?'

Really.

"He's a wretch, you are."

"Hmmm!? That's crazy, that's crazy!! Hey, why is Sten the god back in consciousness?!?

'Cause that one's romantic.'

"That reasoning is weird, weird, weird!!!!"

Sten leaps straight against the god of the haunted.

A storm of roaring hegemony. Demonstration of the demon ghost's leadership, which should also be called deification. Besides, for some reason, the battle method left to the strength of wielding an axe that I don't know where it came from by cutting it in the front.

And.

That god is being pushed by Sten.

"Hi-ha-ha!!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Why!! Renoir bit his teeth.

It's not just the Sophistication Seven Act, its consciousness-taking technique enhanced by the Ten-Volume Abstract is not working. Goddess Sten. A monster in a mighty divine domain that is even capable of communicating with the goddess.

I'll use that, even though I said it was the best time.

"Renoir"

"What is it, Father?"

"You lost. Release number one."

"Oh, don't get me wrong"

Shanoir continues to drive the infinitely gushing Pay Dawn Regiment, this again indefinitely alone.

Whatever opponent you are, it must be your son in front of you.

Yes, it's good until I speak up.

Without even trying to hide the unpleasant look, Renoir continued.

"It would be best if there were two gods. And I just regret it because I failed even though I had all the conditions to form it, and if there's nothing else, it's enough. So."

- Let me pull here for today.

That was the moment I said it.

"The gate is open".

"... the coordinates of Salielgate's house. The prison gate."

"What's that? Now if you'll excuse me."

You're running away! Renoir disappeared straight into the gate, apparently not having received the voices of Sten or Lyudius.

Go on, the gods go into it too.

And.

The gate is closed immediately. The Paid Dawn Regiment disappeared.

Needless to say, the battle in the long sea of calming trees brought the curtain down.

"Rex, they were still using the coordinates prison gate."

It was almost at the same time that Shanoir spoke toward the void and, if you look closely, that the small hole that had been drilled closed.

And.

"... over, you know"

"I said it was over, but I haven't solved anything."

Harna walks over, and Lyudius stands beside him with his arms together.

"Mr. Sten! Good, safe!

"No, it's not. It's not my fault. Seriously. Come on.

Crain rushing over to Sten as relieved and Sten drooling over excuses while holding Benetta.

Are you all right, third seat?

"... yeah, well. That's ridiculous."

"No, you've worked hard."

Grindle was gently treating the heavily depleted yatano with a green sphere. If it's just the healing of the magic vegetables, it's just a little bit, but that's enough.

Finally, the battle is over.

As such a sense of reality spread around him, Justa spoke to Digire, who stood next to him.

"Look, Digire. I missed the King's Capital, but Eisenhardt is here. Give me a proper apology."

I rudely pointed my finger away. A young man stood blurry on the spot like a mindless carbonated water. Seeing you speak a word or two to the pendant, are you in touch with something similar to the Imperial College's communications equipment, or not?

Apologize. I said, one day.

Justa accidentally overheard Eisenhardt's past.

It also means that Digire cut it off at the end.

One day I almost killed the person I admired on the back of that II with my own hands, albeit on mission.

It's not about apologizing and being forgiven. But now Justa thinks.

Still, he said it was important to talk.

So, Digire.

"Talk to me."

"... I can't do this anymore."

"Why?"

- It's time.

... to? The missing voice between Justa that.

If you look closely, Digirre looked a little, even seemingly transparent.

"... So, what?

"What's a class change? I'm the type of thing that stepped into the Spirit Clan's high-end surgical ceremony. This stuff is no different than suicide.... thanks to which I was pimped at the end"

"Wait. Wait a minute. In that way, it's like!!

No more Digire. Doesn't it look like he's alive?

"Ha, I don't feel like complaining about someone trying to protect me from dying."

"Digirre... no, no... wait, don't go... me, me... nothing at all..."

I don't know why, but I could have lived.

Doesn't it make sense that you're gone?

You've got courage, it doesn't make sense.

"... I was ready."

Just like you.

So, enough.

The Imperial College may have a very short tenure.

Again, I have no choice.

I took my revenge, and I protected the last thing I wanted to protect.

Oh, in that respect. I think it's really good to have a machete, train martial arts.

"If I work hard like this, one day I'll be able to protect you and what's important to you."

...... oh. You were right, Smiley.

I, at the end. Maybe I could have protected someone.

Smile small at the crying Justa.

I thought it was time to disappear. The body particles began to glow.

And that was then.

"... Mr. Digire"

Standing in front of you, one girl. Sure, did you say Harna?

"... can you still see me"

"Yes. Even so, it seems that only those who have received the blessings of the Spirit Clan"

That's what I say, turn around. Then there was a shadow coming straight this way by one person.

"Digire"

"Eisen...... Hart"

"Still facing the solids themselves? A little more, I hope."

"Even if they say so. It doesn't make sense to me anymore."

"That's not true"

Shaking his head, Eisenhardt denied it.

"... Digire?

Justa sees Digire in tears.

But Digire doesn't know what Eisenhardt's words mean.

Surely I am no longer.

"... hey, Digire. I told you I was ready."

"Yeah, well."

"... I don't know, because the Spirits took care of me a lot. Feel it. I'm trying to keep you alive, little will."

"... Huh?

Well, it was time.

From Digirre's chest, the twist and light flood.

What, faster than spinning the word.

Just Digirre's ear. My voice, it sounded.

- "Protect what matters to your loved ones and loved ones."

- You've cleared the required level of practice.

- Ready (Intense), yeah, I'm just ready!

- Start the transition. Though the power of blessing itself is no big deal because only half of us are human beings.

- Class change "spiritual scribe." Still. I could protect my loved ones.

"Become..."

This, the voice.

Never forget, never forget.

Shine brightly on your chest - "The Purple Key".

"Finally... I could protect you, about you"

"Something important about you."

... Didn't the spiritual ego that was locked disappear after being shredded and worn out?

'Yeah. Good luck. Until the day I can protect you. "

"Good luck, good luck"

... you are.

'You're in a hurry. I jumped up because I would be forced to give my blessing to that child'

... you are!

I can't live anymore.

Still, ever. One in the key, you say you've been waiting all this time?

"Eh heh."

Why!!

"I told you so."

He said, "If I work hard like this, one day I'll be able to protect you and something important to you."

'I've been waiting. Good luck. Digirre. I did my best.'

'Well, good night then. Oh, I knew I could protect someone. Very, very happy.'

When I realized it.

Digirre's body plays as brilliantly as Justa did earlier.

Instead, he exhaled the hot impulse that swept up from the bottom of his chest, overflowing with control.

"Damn... Damn... I couldn't protect you... I couldn't protect you!! You are!!! You are!!

"Ku............"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

The cry was echoing as it pierced the sky.