Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

- Magic Bridge, outside the gates of the Imperial City.

Shanoar Vie Atmosphere was meeting one blood-sucking princess inside the Demon King's Castle when Sten was wandering around 6th Street in the Demonic Realm with Harna.

Just a few moments until the time is fixed. I returned my pocket watch to my nostalgia, looking for a waiting person and looking around lightly.

Unlike Demon World Sixth Street, this place, where demonic demons who conceive powerful magic vegetables wander around, is a corner that gives a sense of some sort of high-so-saeti vibe.

It is more natural than having the most prestigious architecture in the demonic world in front of you, but it is no exaggeration to say that the area around here is the nest of the so-called elite or powerful.

- Demon Realm 3rd Street. Of the millions of demonic inhabitants who exist, only a few thousand demons are allowed to stay in this place.

He must be a fierce finger wrestler if he is also a "mentor" Shanoir, and in fact there is no such thing as someone around here who doesn't know his face... but even so, the demonic wind to him was a little strong.

If you're a fan community of idols, you don't have to know, and most demons categorized by the strong neglect Shanor. Even though Shanoir's spicy arm was to be appreciated around not rubbing just by neglecting it, it was still felt shiny that it would cause him to lose his legs even as soon as he missed the gap.

That's why what Shanoir needs is the help of the demons who belong to the "vampires".

Not a pro-Shanoist who puts his faith in his mentor Shanoir, but a faction figure known as a "vampire" or "demon king" who lists anti-Shanoir so as to be a pair.

That was a girl named Miranda D. Borca.

Although dating Yurika is the only thing known to the vampire side, the information she has is not unlike that of the vampire center. A valuable source of information if so.

"Yahoo... I slept with you"

She appeared at a time a little after this scheduled meeting time.

"Oh yeah, I thought that would happen, this me"

"I'm sorry."

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Miranda said so blurry.

Minnelina D. Orba and the melon. Dyed those faces lazily, she held hands together small as she let the orange twin tails swoop. Do you intend to apologize?

"So, go now?

"Because it's time for Rex and Veroche to come. I'd like to share some information before I do."

"Uh, I will. I don't know if it's a good idea to let those two hear it."

As convinced, Miranda snorts.

I stood about three fingers looking small and unwilling, she said.

"That's the story I looked into - I'm more or less concerned about three things. They all seem to have about two of those stones that the demon ghosts are looking for. The one thing is that the demons of the Pay Dawn Regiment, who are using Salielgate's coordinates prison gate, are all like Rex's father. At the end of the day... hmmm..."

"Are you okay?

"Hmm, don't worry. I just didn't know what to say. Hi, I have two fallen angels on their side... you've never seen them."

"Two fallen angels you've never seen?

"Oh, my God."

You're in trouble, and Miranda rubs her eyes.

It was a strange story if you ask me.

The community of fallen angels still exists. Surviving the resistance to the Demon King's Army, which existed about two hundred years ago, and exploring to some extent the possibility of coexistence, it was outside that Shanoar created their place in the Underground Empire of the Demon Realm.

A fallen angel is a species that has a long life and is also cautious about making one child. It was no exaggeration to say that Shanoir, who lives forever, has grasped all of the fallen angels who live in this city for less than a small population. Doing that to him, the information that "Fallen Angels I've never seen are turning to my enemies" was water in my sleeping ear.

"So... maybe he's not a legitimate fallen angel."

"Eh, but that's a fallen angel..."

"It's about Renoir. Whatever you're doing, it's not weird."

"... uh, well, that's, yeah"

Miranda agrees that it's not an impossible story.

"But thanks for the info. You'll always be taken care of."

"Ma, it might be the last time... I don't think I'm going anywhere else."

On her head blurry as she twirled the twin tails, Shanoir laid his hands on the pong.

"Then come anytime. You're welcome, I am!

"Haha, if -"

She laughed with heartfelt joy. He even seemed happy. But I was about to give up somewhere.

A girl named Miranda D. Borca falls for the daughter of Glasper Eye Draculia.

Sounds good when it comes to my daughter, but that entity is a good body experimental bench. It was my position as a vampire that was covered, but while resentment is solicited.

If I can't make the only friend named Yurika, I don't know what would have happened to her by now.

That's why Miranda, who was a ruinous man and had a verse that he thought would be fine if only he could accomplish his purpose, no longer has a purpose to live for.

Many thanks to her for bringing back information, such as abandonment, and her complex mood as a parent of a person was also in Shanoir.

"Ma, that's it. Either way, if we fail this time, we'll all die. I won't. Okay, I'll do my best. I don't like it, but all the best."

"Miranda."

"Hmm?

"I'm not going to ask you to die. I am."

"... um, hang in there"

No more reason to live.

So blurry and scratching her ear, Shanoar stared with his eyes like a mixture of loneliness and awkwardness.

"Are you ready?"

"None of them."

It was just then that Rex and Veroche joined.

A giant and gothic lolita whose black vortex extends to an equal size to reveal itself from the invisible nothingness in the back.

Shanoar raised his hand as he greeted them, thinking of the extra things they would do, such as line up with a beautiful woman and a beast.

"Hey, you're all set. Then it's time to go."

"I don't mind -... why bother going all the way?

A daytime running light that pops out of my mouth without changing my phase.

She said so extremely relaxed, not letting go of the Frill Umbrella (Pagoda Umbrella) even in the presence of the black sun.

There is also a troublesome odor-looking color hidden behind his eyes, but Shanoar laughs.

"You seem to understand the importance of this."

"... ha. If I'd spin my stupid sister over here, I'd have been able to see the sky gracefully on the roof by now."

"Is that fun?

Veroche turned away gently.

"Look, the lady from Veroche, because she doesn't like the Castle of the Demon King in the first place. You have no choice, mentor."

"Indeed, it may be expensive to lay people in the castle of the Demon King."

- That's not what I'm talking about.

"Hmm?"

"... that's not what I meant. It's just a story that reminds me of something nasty."

"Hmm."

Occasionally, there is a situation in Shanoir that cannot be helped.

Mostly in relation to their own guardians, Veroche and Yulica.

I still won't forget, we met two hundred years ago. So Yulica was saying, Veroche on the world line where he died. Veroche, who has a verse in which he remembers that memory fragmentarily, must have felt lonely many times.

That's not all I can reach out to that I don't know what's going on.

He can't even remember Rex, so it's either Yurika, who's time-tracked, or...

"We'll talk about marriage as soon as possible."

"It's too much."

"No, but. Given my granddaughter's mentality, I still think it's the best solution, and I am!

"You simply want me to be your son, don't you?

"... no, think of my daughter"

"Then that statement that Yurika or I would be fine"

"……………… do you think of your daughter equally"

- Ancient spells and chaotic undermoons -

- Sixteenth Aggressive Magic/Water Flower Famous Moon -

A black runoff that jumped out of Frill Umbrella in no time melted into a magic formation that unfolded around Shanoor's hands and disappeared.

"That's dangerous!

"Why my chaotic undermoon with such inferior guidance..."

"I wonder if it's the difference between the years!

Veloche, sighing annoyingly, turned his foot to the bridge as it was.

"I'll go first -"

"Oh, me too."

Behind her walking refreshingly, Blurry followed by Miranda, who had been watching.

Looking at those two backs, Rex blurred.

"I don't know, that weak combination"

"Maybe it's better than getting too uptight and tired."

Anyway, Shanoar looked up at the sky.

"It's almost the end of this world and we have to cut the front and fight it."

- The deepest part of Demon King's Castle, between the thrones.

"Master Shanoar Vie Atmosphere, enter -"

Slowly a huge stone door opens with a harsh female voice.

It was dark between the thrones, but blurred and the lights without light sources were the guide to seeing the whole room.

Step out onto the red carpet that stretches to the throne and your soles will return a soft feel.

Turn forward, hostile or malicious gaze pierces Shanor.

But this is also something I'm used to. Shanoir, with his usual soft grin, proceeded to a position close to the throne, kneeling.

As I learn, I also follow Veroche and Rex, who have followed him.

"" Instructor, "two of you, please."

"... um. Face up."

"Yes."

In front of Shanoir's eyes sat a bent man characterized by two sharp, crooked corners.

A cheekstick on the throne, a carefree attitude with legs together. But he releases immense pressure inexorably. It was easy to understand that it was the kind of hegemony, and most importantly, at that moment, I could feel that the Demon King was regaining power close to full height.

"It's been a while, Shanoar. Let me see your face. How's work going?"

"Yes, without delay"

Nod, watch.

I can't read the Demon King's eyes as usual. Both eyes glowing red, just quietly shooting through Shanoir.

But oddly enough, Shanor's spine was kneaded.

The gaze of those who hold back more than usual is overt. Its provocative malice is far too "strong" for the usual jealous hostility.

It was Shanoir who still had no understanding of why, but as far as arranging the information I heard from Miranda, who refrains from outside the Throne Room, I don't see their change so far.

If you insist, it is possible that the Demon King has regained full power and the "Demon King" itself is gaining momentum, but the Demon King and Shanoir are not ostensibly hostile. The Demon King is danced as claimed by the Demon Kings, and I can't think much of anything hostile to Shanor.

- And Shanoir thought.

I perceived everything in one word of the next demon king.

"Right. So - is it good that the Divine Son of Light is in the demonic realm?"

"Ha...?

Face up like it was bounced.

The demon king's spare look was, however, pointing a clear hostility at Shanoir.

- The information is too early.

I was filled with the desire to take time for thought, but the upset also comes quietly from Veloce and Rex behind me. All I can do now is fix it right away.

Not yet, we can't just find out.

"Are you sure?"

Sincerely, nothing.

"Because it is a well-known fact that Father and the Divine Son of Light were fighting together in a calming tree sea!!

It was the green-haired man who appeared directly next to the flutter and throne.

"Renoir!?

"The eagle is Renoir! He's a man who plans to succeed his mentor.

"Demon King! This Renoir is an insider with an organization - I was wondering if you could believe it!

I know Shanor and the Pay Dawn Regiment and the Demon Kings go through.

but it is easy enough to take the form of not knowing that interfering with the "Pay Dawn Regiment" would be to the detriment of the Demon King. At any rate, the information should be confidential.

So the advent of the proud Renoir is also planned harmony for Shanoir.

"It's Shanoir. As you may not have known, Renoir's Pai Dawn Regiment is an organization close to another team fighting with our demon king's army. Therefore, I will meditate my eyes there."

"Ha..."

Shanoar bows his head. Here, too, as planned.

"But"

- But that's all it was supposed to be.

"I have to doubt your hand that the Divine Son of Light will be in the 6th Street of the Demon Realm without hesitation when he enters our demonic empire."

"Become -"

I stepped on my mouth dangerously wondering how I knew so much.

The intelligence and countermeasures against the spy should have been adequate. Why?

Renoir's mouth hangs like the third moon.

"Well, speaking of which, I didn't have to tell my father."

Renoir to make eye contact with the Demon King. On behalf of the Demon King, who gave permission to snort heavily, Renoir gently rang his fingers. It was a pair of men and women who showed up at that moment.

- Fallen angel.

Refrain right to your head, information brought to you by Miranda.

Two fallen angels I've never seen. I see. They were certainly two people I don't even remember for Shanoir.

"Hmmm! Let me introduce you. I'm Eurei Eureka, a battle doll. It's a by-product of my research on eagles. The soul used to be a fallen angel around the world. Even though Glasper Eye is the only achievement, yes."

"... glasper eyes? Fallen Angel? Hey, well, that's"

Sweat erupts from all over your body. A doll made using fallen angels who were touring the world?

If you do have the ability of a fallen angel, you can also monitor far-sightedness. But that's why...

"Kuhaha! What the hell is that mentor's face?

"No way, I thought no one would notice every single one of their own"

"Don't think of it, you moron."

Many galleries go out of their way to skin the vampires.

No power or will is felt in the eyes of a fallen angel, just sitting there.

Seeing them in turn, Shanoir turns to the Demon King.

"It's Shanoir. The ritual of the coming of the demon god is now complete. I don't know what you thought of inviting the Divine Son of Light... but we're already ready."

"... Demon King"

"This doll in the form of a fallen angel is also part of that preparation. It's a tank of magic that Renoir has been putting in for nearly a hundred years. There, if you use the magic vegetables that I've accumulated, you'll have enough magic vegetables for the ritual."

And the demon king looked to Shanoir.

"-Shanoar. Let's stop imitating silly and see the dawn of the world with us"

"The dawn of the world, is it"

"Oh. This world will all be doomed in hundreds of years. You don't know that, do you?

……

It was the two of them who silently refrained behind it, not Shanoir, who reacted to the word.

I accidentally raise my face and rush down. The demon king, who saw how it was, perceived something.

"I see you didn't tell anyone. This world comes to an end with the depletion of magic vegetables. No, a little of the humans will stay, but the Demons will crush all of them. I can't accept that with you. If you love your city so much."

"It's..."

Both Veroche and Rex were overflowing with the desire to ask Shanor what it meant. But outrage is unacceptable on this occasion.

Though teething, they just have to watch.

Even if Shanoir was wrapped up in words.

"If you're going down, now's the time, mentor!

"We are as promising as your prospects!

An arrow rain of rebellious words pours down toward Shanoir.

While taking all of that, Shanoir remained silent, however.

"... Demon King. Descend the demon god and destroy man. Are you going to do that?"

"No? Humans are worth using. If I'm as competent as you, I'll take it. Most of them are livestock.... but far better than we all dying amicably?

……

"Just snort. Otherwise..."

Kill.

If that word had no lies, it wouldn't be clear either. If there were a demon king today and the number of demons here, even three people, including Veroche and Rex, would be twitched and killed. That's the kind of difference in power, Shanoar also understood.

A gaze for two pierces Shanor's back like that.

"Answer me, Shanoar."

Demon King's words. As in tune, the demons bark.

"We are being given the opportunity to receive warmth once we try to turn our teeth to the Demon King!

"Honestly dispose of the Divine Son of Light and come back!

"- Come on, come on!

"You're not even in the wind of a mentor, such as betraying the Demon King!

"It's all on the Demon King's palm!!

That, it was a moment.

"- On the palm of your hand? - Yes. I don't know what to do."

Between the thrones, the entrance door began to fly.

The wreckage of two demons standing on the lookout flies over the demon king.

Renoir bounced it off the wall, annoyed, and looked at the entrance.

Standing there was one blood-sucking princess.

Demon Kings, supposed to be vampires, bloodsucking princesses.

- Ancient spells and bloodthirsty hands -

A hand made up of blood, boiling out between the thrones, wants many demons to drag to the ground.

"Miranda D. Borca!? Why are you here?

"I'm back because I'm in trouble."

"What disrespect in front of the Demon King!!

Fluffy, Miranda looks to the Demon King, blocked to shelter Shanoir. Screaming and being dragged to the ground, she just squealed with success about the ambush, not knowingly intervening about all the demons.

"Wake up, Shanoar."

"... there are a few who always tell sleepy Miranda to wake up"

"If you can slap that light mouth, are you okay?"

Blurry and she looked to the Demon King.

And continue the words without looking back.

"There is a demon world, 6th Street, because you are here. There are many measures to be taken to destroy the world in a few hundred years. So don't lose sight of it. Something you want to protect."

"Miranda, are you..."

"- Rex, I didn't leave the three of you flying to 6th."

The place where Miranda was blew up.

"Gu, guh."

Miranda rolls down the ground like a bounce. Shanoir found out only that the Demon King exercised some sort of guidance. In the next moment, the demons arrive looking for Miranda.

"The demon king's face is dirty!!

"Kill him!!

And the demon king can roar.

"Don't let anyone else get away with it! It's troublesome to give you a chance to get back together!

A risen Miranda cries out as she knocks down an enemy lined up with a blade of blood.

"If the place of the Divine Son of Light is cracked! You're the only ones I can count on! You don't need me for anything else, and go!!

Hearing the words, Veroche tried, however, to choose to stay and fight. Shanor and Miranda didn't make it a good idea to leave one.

So, with the exception of Miranda, Rex was the only one who looked to the reality that even if the four of us stayed, we could only see a future of total annihilation.

- Ancient spells, coordinates, prison gates -

"Rex, what are you--"

"No, Miranda, don't leave me alone."

An empty big hole at your feet swallows you both up and disappears without letting you do anything.

Lex, who remained alone, said looking to Miranda to fight.

"I still have to live as a conductor."

"I know. I'm enough alone."

……

"So go. I don't care if you're here."

"... sorry!!

Rex also vanished into his own made gate.

Exhaling small, Miranda stands in front of the door she herself destroyed.

"Most of the Demon Kings are here, aren't they? I'll scrape as much as I can. I won't let you go to Demon World Sixth Street."

"That's a terrible sale of life, Glasper Eye's daughter."

Miranda even smiled back at the spiralling demon king's words.

"Nothing, I'm not an important person. There's no better reason to live than to show vampires what they can see."

The place froze over Miranda's remarks, which put out her tongue all the time.

Show vampires what they see. What the word means is, perhaps, some kind of incident that devastated the vampire home a while back.

"Was it you, Miranda D. Volkaaaaaaaaaa!!

The screaming demon voice is also a breeze that blows anywhere. Turning her white eyes to see if she even knew a vampire, she sprinkles a blade of blood.

But a number of blades, dispersed and aimed at the Demon King, were held back by a wall where everything was invisible in front of the Demon King.

Trying to clean up a demon tribe with dozens of adults with one tongue punch - once again, her place suddenly blew up.

"Agoo......!!

An unprotected mysterious attack.

This is all I get directly from the front, exposing me to huge gaps in how to defeat my enemies, no matter what the timing.

He suffered an explosion and where he was bounced, he got an axe blow in and knocked down.

He gets an explosion and is electrocuted by placing a trap of demon guidance ahead of him being blown away.

Exploded and surrounded where struck.

The Demon King was looking to Miranda just to mock her.

"Hmm. Tragic heroine. I feel sorry for you. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I

Renoir sidelines the situation where Miranda is being shredded as she makes her absences.

"I'm not interested in any terminals, even over here, Miranda D. Borca, and I wonder if it's a good front-seat pastime for terminals to crush each other. Hmm, not bad, not bad, not bad. It would be perfect if it were one of the drinks here."

"It's Renoir. The coordinates of Rex Salielgate, the prison gate, what's going on with the pursuit?"

"Looks like you're back on 6th."

"Hmm, just fine. Kill him."

"In your favor. Now it's time to give guidance to that unpleasant demon ghost."

When Renoir gently claps his hands, the coordinates prison gate appears.

Dropping off him walking slowly into the gate, the Demon King began to enjoy watching Miranda with his cheekstick on. No longer, all I have to do is watch it become a snare.

"Let me crush the time to descend the demon god at best."

Miranda was already dying.

That's right. In the first place, she's not unprogrammed and strong in the Demon Clan.

Miranda won't be rivaled by Yulica in bundles, and she's a few steps inferior to Shanor and Veroche.

He was aware of that, too, and at Shanoir's operational meeting in the sedentary tree sea, which he had fallen asleep to hear, he somehow grasped his role by looking at the forces around him.

That was the abandoned pawn.

If Shanor listens, he will deny it with all his might.

If you're a friend-friendly yurica, strangle them with wings, but you must stop them.

But Miranda was some kind of stereotype "demon tribe".

I can move my life into my account, too. It's not like that member of Gan. In that sense, only Rex was now able to make a solid battle judgment.

That's all right.

As long as I'm done here, and more or less my fighting power is cut, the mighty ones can handle the rest.

It was obvious that Miranda was stronger than Miranda, although he had barely ever had a conversation.

Speaking of which, it was members around the Divine Son of Light who seemed weaker than themselves on that occasion, but they have the strength to fight on the team.

If so, I can be a Jewish pawn.

"The blood-sucking princess can't laugh at spitting blood..."

He was blown up and hit hard by the wall, and Miranda didn't try to stop light-hearted even when she couldn't breathe.

More demonic tribes will have a lower grin at the present state of gradual dominance. It's like lynching. But Miranda is never pessimistic about this situation, which is buying her time.

Instead, I even thought you were lucky to put it on a miscellaneous fish like yourself.

If you shake yourself, only the time to shake will increase the preparation time for the Yuleeks.

Because I believed that.

"So you can throw away your pawn"

"puller, biting dog, superior"

"The one with no great dreams, no hope, no charm, but should disappear first"

"Isn't it?

Lily Miranda gets up.

In an attempt to be beaten unilaterally, I won't stop it as long as my consciousness persists.

Though I have no dreams about myself.

I really like the city Shanoir has built.

I thought the goal they were trying to take together wasn't so bad.

More importantly, friends work hard.

Then enough. To give up your life, too much consideration awaits.

If you insist, yes.

'Come anytime. You're welcome, I am!

Only the warmth of that hand, though I feel oddly spared.

I don't need to tell you. He's Yurica's father, and he's someone he doesn't have much to do with.

Because the lazy bloodsucking empress is in the mood to just give up if she can't reach for anything she wants.

"I'll have you hang out with me till the end."

"Do you still stand up"

"You have to wear a heart, or smash your head."

"Wherever the others attack, they're blocked by the power of blood."

"Well, just right for a sandbag."

"The Demon King seems to be enjoying himself."

A dozen demons in front of you. Fine, I shredded it. I scraped it.

It's just time for my eyes to get warm, and I guess I can rest.

And then, well, the others will do something about it.

I worked hard for my lazy self. It's time for the terminal to leave.

"Can you at least blossom in the last hua -"

"What are you laughing at?"

"Aren't you crazy?

"Interesting, keep it a little divergent or we'll do the same."

It's not in front of the Demon King on a boulder.

You can say whatever you want, Miranda said.

Speaking of demon kings, you won't be able to prevent this on boulders.

"Hey, you guys. Why do you think the mass-produced bloodsucking princess (Minnelina) was loaded with suicide bombers?

"... what?

"It can't be possible to impose such a trick on a blood-sucking empress, or a demon clan, in a single battle. I adjusted over and over again. I mean, well. - Because there was an experimental bench."

Miranda thought she didn't have to thank her resentful father, Glasper Eye Draculia, just now.

Come on, with the Shanoirs and the demon king's army. Let's go with the opening fireworks.

With a grin like the March Moon, Miranda sticks her middle finger up.

"Dorn."

The moment she laughed.

"I won't let you. This is me."

Gently, the head was accompanied by a soft feeling.

"Become!?

Turn around and there you go, one man.

"How?"

"Always this demon is too light-hearted for life. If you've been in the Demon King's Army for nearly 200 years, that's how much you'll know. I'm not that close to you."

"Though it took a while to convince Rex,"

"Still, I think we all have a happy ending. Since that time 200 years ago."

In his brain, fellow Happy End Supremacists, starting with delightful demon ghosts.

"So I'll endure until backup arrives, Miranda. Otherwise, I'll be angry. It doesn't have to be me."