Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

- The headquarters of the Imperial Supreme Institution "Imperial College" and the Dean's Office.

With the demonic realm underground empire entry now, half of the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Commander was in place at this location.

First seat Astarte Verdanava.

Seat III Yatano Hussou Arklite.

Eighth seat Benetta Cortina.

Seat 10 Grindle Griffskale.

Astarte, sitting on the desk chair, nodded one looking over at the three remaining.

"Now, that's why we need you to act. I must remain on the defense of the Empire, but I support the battle with all the other Commanders of Magic. You're the ones at the center."

"Oh, Astarte, you don't seem to be here?

What was decent was Benetta, who was backhanded at the waist.

The difficulty of the situation varies greatly with or without the presence of Astarte Verdanava, so the question was supremely natural, but Astarte shook her head.

"We can't let the protection of the Empire go away in this situation. The world will not end when the Demon King crusade is over. If there's another country attacking this gap, it's not."

"It was three years ago, but it weighs differently when people say they did the same thing"

"So convincing, too?

Where does Astarte blow in the thorny Yatano remarks as well.

Three years are already about to pass since that day when the Demon King and Eisenhardt stabbed each other.

Now that the path to the Underground Empire of the Demon Realm has been opened by the key, even those who do not exist at the "Gate" are able to enter and exit the Demon Realm.

The Demon King's Army has already set up a battle posture, and it's only a matter of the earliest time to reach a showdown.

Astarte looks to the three of them.

Yatano Hussou Arklite. Though the harmony of heavenly dishes is no longer available, there is no alternative to its practical experience. Her presence will also serve as the conductor of the battle.

Benetta Cortina. She refused to be slightly mentally unstable, but no longer sees such a weak part. Expect a battle as a proud magician.

And Grindle Griffskale.

"... Grindle Griffskale"

"Yes."

"Your mission will be paramount this time."

Put your assembled hands on your mouth and look up at Grindle from the desk, Astarte said.

The foresighted grindle nods quietly and loosens his mouth in a sense of self-derision.

"You're insane to give me the most important assignment in the tenth seat, and the first seat."

"It has nothing to do with sequence or anything. I have just determined that you are the most competent of the Commanders of Magic."

"… I will strive to live up to that expectation"

"Good reply"

Mandate handed to Grindle.

It was to help the Divine Son of Light along the way and annihilate the Demon King.

Only Grindle can do it. I see. It was certainly the right task.

In other exorcist scribes, it's a little unbalanced as an assist to the Divine Son of Light, even if he excels as a stand-alone warrior. If I tell you, the Divine Son of Light is on his feet. No matter how the Commander of Magic builds a gap in the battle, it's a little short to stab most of the demon kings.

In this regard, Grindle's phenomenon of divine erosion (phase skills) is different.

Since it is a divine erosion phenomenon that strengthens equal to or greater than itself, or specializes in interfering with the opponent, it is easier to accommodate as long as members are in place than to act alone.

If the power of the Divine Son of Light, it could be said to be a sufficient point for Grindle.

"The Son of Light, the Second Prince of the Kingdom, the Ninja of the Republic.... and some adventurer (Braver). With Grindle added there, you won't have to worry about anything. Anyway, even the gods and their families turn to follow, so be it. Didn't I?"

"An adventurer (Braver), like his entourage, is also brilliant. No problem."

"Well, then it's about Yu."

Satisfied Astarte nodded.

"Let's give the demon king and the demon god crusade to the three of us."

Together, he bowed his head gently to respond.

but apart from Yatano and Grindle trying to back down, only Benetta stops on her feet.

"What's up, Benetta"

"One more thing, don't you have a mission?

Chew the meaning in those eyes.

Second, I recall what was once (Chapter 7, Lesson 9).

"Why don't you even reach out to the guy who just seems to want to take it easy and help his friends"

She stood up pretentiously with one ear under control, looking at Astarte from the front and saying so in fear. Now it's time to kill him, but don't worry about killing him.

Still, against Astarte, who said the gods were in the way.

"... if I could, I'd be in the mood to squeeze the gods out of my back. But now is not the time."

At the same time as I spit that word, the temperature in the room drops.

The source of the inflated cold air is behind Benetta. Unexpectedly even Benetta looked back, and Astarte narrowed her eyes just a little.

The coat of III, which had already turned its back, slowly looks back and meets Astarte.

"... you don't seem to be lying"

"I will remain sincere to the people of the Empire. Benetta, how about a problem?

"Ah, yes. It's okay, it looks like it."

"Fine then."

Astarte draws an arc on his mouth small.

Seeing such a first seat, Benetta opened her mouth with hesitation somewhere.

"Friend, what is it?"

Her eyes like a plea.

Astarte, punctuated by that look that Benetta never saw before, blinked only once. I waved like I gave up somewhere.

"Are you friends with the demons, not to mention the gods of the earth, who will be called and shaken up?... good, no harm so far. Just tell them to stay away from the Nu Empire. That way, I won't do anything wrong."

"... eh, yes!

- I laugh happily.

This imperial subjects from the Republic became stronger in a way.

Protected by someone, protected by someone. I was raised to be the strongest girl as a person, capable of fighting in herds.

If so, it is an act of betrayal to the imperial subjects (Benetta) that is now debating the gods.

It was my mood as the head of the Imperial College that I wanted to avoid doing as much as I could.

If the harm is immense, and if the gain is immense again, there will be no hesitation.

But what is the benefit of killing that god? Harm to kill is.

It drives the yarn of future destiny crazy at best.

It's not annoying. It is very unpleasant at work to interfere with future forecasts.

But to that extent. Human beings are inherently living unpredictably in the future.

Then I'll meditate on your eyes for as long as I can't bother you. Because this is the only refuge that the Commander of Magic takes.

There's no reason to say that.

"Then go. You're counting on Digire more than you can move."

"Sounds like you got it!

Back of a distant VIII.

I sighed at her leaving the room.

"Oh man, love is annoying. The Demon King's Army and the mortal obsession, though I thought it had been proven."

"- That's why that god is essential, Astarte."

"Abominable story."

If you laugh at her with your nose, she smiles with her sleeves on her mouth, oh, my God.

With a spare look, Yatano told him so and left.

"Grindle Griffskale"

"I don't know, first seat"

One last time I give a voice to X's back trying to quit the room.

It's a strange look that the handsome man who turned around didn't think he could be stopped.

Astarte said as he let one of his proud wizard scribes loosen his mouth just a little bit, missing somewhere as usual.

"Go with your chest up, Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Director. I trust you."

"... eh"

A little, round your eyes.

Then, gracefully, I gave a toast.

"I'll live up to your expectations, thank you. First seat"

For Grindle Grifskale, it can be said that this past year has been a major turning point in his life.

The Imperial Peak "Imperial College Book and Mausoleum" was reached without difficulty by passing the subject as an elite.

Sometimes the seat was just empty, and being better than his ex, he climbed up to the tenth seat of the Commander of Magic so that he could keep rolling up.

... but that was Grindle's limit.

Even if I look up a little, I have more skill, strength, and knowledge than myself. All the magical conductors.

"How dare you look like Zako at all"

Even the boss on the second seat, who laughed openly and said that, from Grindle's point of view, was on the scale. At least I didn't think my strengths would make it happen to anyone alone.

In such a rambling mood, I met that demon ghost and played the lapse of making a big hole in the Imperial College headquarters, etc. But it was the same fellow magicians who lent me a hand at that time.

'Looks cheerful. Grindle's Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) is stronger with his peers than fighting alone. I should have been one of them, but he betrayed me and followed me to Sten, but hey.'

'It's a story in the first place, but the very tide of man cutting head-to-head into the Demon Nation to fight and so on is a mistake. People should use people's strengths to fight one-on-one. Mostly Astarte and Eisenhardt are driving me crazy, though.'

"Though it would be a hole in the hole as well. - Whatever it is, your phenomenon of divine erosion is some kind of orthodox. Then it is much stronger to fight alongside the equivalent. You should recruit that fellow in your unit first. I'm not saying it's that easy to find, but you should try. '

'If that's what you mean, don't worry. Destiny says you can have a companion who can keep your back after a while. Now we should build ourselves up anyway. Because Imperial College is not incompetent enough to accommodate that time. "

Encouraging workouts like that for a while.

Joining Grimoire Reverse, Grindle realized on a journey through the kingdom.

At that time, I was told with a smile that it was easy to fight with the Divine Sons of Light.

For the first time, I felt that we had met those who could be raised together.

Nor have they once or twice been reminded of the difference in power with the Demons.

In time, he accepted this job as a task that could not be done to Yatano, Digire or Benetta.

Failure is not tolerated more than being. And...

"Ah, Mr. Grindle! This way!"

"... are you here"

"Grindle! Yay! I've been waiting. Yo!

"Hurry up. It's meeting time."

Demon World Sixth Street is the most street.

Once inside the lodge secured by the Tetumina Company as a base, the members who were surrounding the table in the lobby will speak up.

Crain Farbnil. Lyudius Fossalena Grand Galea. To Harna, Justa Welseia.

We must lead them to the Throne of the Demon King. I understand the weight of the task, but I have no wonder or feelings.

Raise your hands gently and say hello, and a light and enjoyable conversation ensues, focusing on Lyudius, who slaps each other on the shoulder trying to work hard.

That was something strange and temperamental again.

"Looks like they're all here."

"Oh, you Grindle. Ohisa."

……

and three shadows coming down the stairs.

Minerina D. Orba and Hiiragi on Sten.

The red-haired blood-sucking empress, walking refreshingly ahead, turns her short body toward the five.

"You're ready to enter Demon King's Castle. It looks like the Demon King has already revealed his presence. According to the information that came in to me, it appears that Miranda and Shanoir are engaged. Hurry up."

Oops, with the hanging voice, Crain groaned somewhere emotionally.

"It's finally a showdown."

"That's the end of a long journey."

"Good luck to the end"

"... quite so, win"

Matching the voices of the four, Hugh Grindle glanced at Sten.

"Maybe it all started when I met you."

"Hmm? What?

"It's like greed to me."

"That's an honor story. I hope so, you guys teamwork."

Gu, nodding to the thumbs-up sten, Grindle says away at everyone.

"The goal is Demon King Castle! Come on, let's go!!

- Last, to battle.