Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Episode XV: The Demonic Realm 6th Street IV: Veroche Vie Atmosphere

Time goes back a little bit, just after the Demon King and the Divine Son of Light line cut off the end of the battle.

- Demon World 6th and 3rd Avenues.

A land lit by just a faint sea and purple sky, and a black sun, without the sun falling permanently.

That is the Underground Empire of the Demon Realm.

Among them, Sixth Street is a city made up of weak demons who have been abused and people who have escaped persecution in the human world and brought in by the hands of Rex and Shanoir.

It's an artificial paradise, made by Shanoar Vie Atmosphere.

The weak are allowed to scratch each other.

A new heaven and earth that can also be called the new demonic world, out of the logic of the weak and forceful eating of the demonic world.

Therefore those who lived in this city lived with a strong sense of companionship, and with each other in mind.

Shanoar was content with their way of life, and Yulica and Veroche are again.

Miranda was pointing that way when she said "Kurura-nai," etc., and seeing that Rex was also refraining from commenting on this place, it might still have been a somewhat difficult place to accept for demonic demons.

But for Miranda and for Rex, it is one of the same demonic worlds.

I was aware of that, and I would do enough to lend a hand if a crisis came, even on Demon World 6th Street.

Then try Veroche, who liked Demon World Sixth Street from the beginning.

- This hell was evil that had to be wiped away, even soon.

"... what is this?"

Veroche, where Miranda remained alone between the thrones of Demon King's Castle and forwarded by Rex to the entrance of Demon King's Castle, was returning to Demon World Sixth Street by his own union of avoiding edges.

Close the pagoda umbrella gently and look out at the sixth street of the demon kingdom with its cold eyes.

The view floating in the sky was inherently spectacular and pleasant and was one of several of my best positions for her since she was able to fly.

But right now, under her eyes, there is nothing for the kind.

Despite the demonic realm, where the sun never permanently falls, it was turned into a scorching earth.

Veroche stared at the world with his coldly sharp eyes as the chiseled firepowder burned his cheeks.

"Mine. Our Demon Realm Sixth.... what the hell"

Patrol your gaze, release your magic vegetables, and explore the situation.

Every scream struck me in the ear and my mouth clasped unknowingly.

A hungry growl echoes and empties with his toes in frustration.

What I finally found was several empty "holes" in the sky.

"Rex's - No, was it the work of a man named the father? But this is"

Coordinates prison gates.

I've seen Veroche too many times. That's what I was peeling my fangs out of the way now.

Regardless, the coordinates prison gate is just a transfer device.

So the problem is with the forwarded objects themselves, but it's nice to drop the umbrella. Veroche couldn't clearly recognize the monsters that fall one after the other.

"Shit."

One tongue strike, Veroche dances in the sky and approaches Sixth Street.

Whatever enemies you have in front of you, whatever circumstances you have led to, all you need is a calm decision and nothing more or less.

If Shanoir's teaching is correct, now would be the time to look over the situation and explore the best course of action.

But.

There were two runaway boys and a girl who was caught crying.

They can do nothing while the flames await them wherever they go.

"Brother............!!

"So, it's okay, I'm sure there's an exit...!!

He was a boy who wasn't even old enough. Even I can't help but cry in person, but I can see from this place that I behave in a temperament because I am in front of my sister.

As far as I can tell, they're human. I'm sure it's a child born to each other that we met in this city. The work of Demon World 6th Street is evidence that it is handed down to the second and third generations. Yet they turn me down here.

About three men, I saw them desperately retreating from the rubble.

Is it a inferior orga? They seem to have power there, but still they don't have enough power to put together and eliminate burned-down houses. On the contrary, it's already lame if it's after something attacked you.

"Can you hear me!! I'll help you in a minute!!

"Even this rubble...... somehow, if only I could get out of the way......!!

"I can't, it's overlapping, take another route."

"You'd be dead if you did that!!

They don't stop yelling, screaming, and moving their hands. If you look at it, it's sandwiched in the back of the rubble, and there's another man who can't escape without being drunk by the flames.

"That's enough......!! Even you guys will be on your way out of that monster!! Good about me!!

"Ugh!! Though we would be friends!!!

"If I abandon you and run away, we'll regret it for life!!

"I can help you more than that, if you get this out of the way"

"No!!

Veroche had seen them. The four of us are very interested in gambling, and when we get very cold and poor, we are all idiots crying in the tavern. Sometimes I've been crying for my mentor's granddaughter to lend me money. I lent him a little because I had no choice, and they all slipped on a beat and cried again in the course of the day. I punched a chaotic undermoon into the boulder. But the next day the four of us made money by waving a good friendship and laughed that we had no choice when we honestly returned it.

You can't even see them shoulder to shoulder anymore?

I saw those who were pulling out their swords on a scale of ten against monsters.

The relative monolithic monster is like a ghost that just pictured the shape of a person. There is an entity. You can tell that by Veroche. But it's a creepy monster with roughly all the parts people need missing.

But Veroche quickly understood that the monsters were the ones who would harm the demonic world Sixth Street, which was still pouring down. And that's why I know. In the ten of them, they are also enemies, even if they are bundled.

"Oh my God, all of you!! You have a sword!!

"Ooh!!

"We are better than ever!! Ko, crusade the evil that harms this city here!!!

"Oops!!

Veroche immediately remembered to his daunting, razor-sharp line.

That they were a vigilante group on Demon World 6th, calling themselves the "Shanor Regiment".

From day to day, it's a bunch of people who don't know how many times I've asked them to stop because they're dressed in iron armor that only looks strong, and when Veroche tries to go down the road, he salutes it split beautifully left and right.

Among the "humans" who felt beneficial to Shanoir, a group of confident members gathered there in their arms and vowed to handle the rubbing in the city on their own.

Most importantly, there was too much peace in the city for all of them to turn up.

"Even if you exposed the wreckage, you're a real nostalgia!!!

"Oops!!!

They were trembling. To fear, to intimidation, to the thought of wanting to escape.

Reddening his eyes so much that his vision would already be blurred, such as the captain of the regiment, rattling his teeth, but still. Still, he stood in the lead and in front of the monster.

――

I can't. Veroche thinks. In their armament to the extent of iron, I thought it would be over with one shot of that man-shaped attack.

And I guessed. They understand that, too. Then why don't you run away? Why can't I escape?

Veroche doesn't know. To someone stronger than me, I know I'm going to die and I'm ready to go in.

But Veroche's breathing stopped at the dialogue of the captain, who could scream all the time.

"We've been waiting a long time for this moment to give back our benevolence to Your Highness!!

"Oops!!

Shanor said with a bitter smile that he would stop calling me Dear.

But just because I changed the way I called them to my lord, their eyes of reverence had not changed as a single thing.

Veroche likes this city.

Ten years since I started living with Shanoir.

She has visited the city more than once, enjoyed hanging out with the Demons, formed friendships with humans, and grew up adored by everyone as the "granddaughter of Shanoir".

Sister Veroche, and the children who admire themselves.

Both idiots are scared to lend me money.

Men who, for some reason, even honor themselves.

Veroche likes this city.

This city. For the first time since Veroche was born, it was a gift like a treasure.

A lonely life and a back table that has been overlooked by demons and lived in fear from humans.

A honorable memory above all, allowed to be loved.

"Stop..."

The expression is distorted.

The look on Veroche's face, who has been disguised as calm at all times, distorts into hatred.

Veroche likes this city. I even like it.

And this city is a testament.

Above all, it is a sign that I have never been happy.

If you want me to tell that stupid demon ghost.

"If fifteen years is going to be a gift, then there's always one."

My most important.

"It's not romantic."

"Give me back my precious things."

- Ancient spells and chaotic undermoons -

The black runoff turned into a furious rain and blew away.

As one of them, there was no misfire, and as one of them, nothing disappeared without wearing an "external enemy".

Saved the children from the fire.

I smashed the rubble and saved the men.

The trembling swordsmen raised their faces.

Many others have now spared the fate of death.

"Run...... this is where I take on -!!

The voice was diffused by the magic guide and echoed across the sixth street of the demonic world.

The people of Demon World Sixth Street, who accidentally looked up to the sky in the rain of black light on the brink of death, would have seen the goddess there.

The princess gracefully opens the pagoda umbrella and stagnates the sky.

Veroche Vie Atmosphere.

Of the man who once saved us all, granddaughter.

"Veroche, sister...!!

"Veroche!!! Seriously, thanks!! I won't lend you any more money!!

"Oh... we are not the only ones to say and the goddess was here..."

As always, Veroche has a slight loosening of his mouth when they are free people.

Her heart, stained with hatred, spit out along with the exorcisms ahead.

We have to help. The people of this important city.

and that's where the communication went into Veroche.

It's a terminal that connects to Minerina.

Hello, Veroche? This is Minerina D. Orba. Thank God I almost died, too. "

"... what can I do for you?

"They are resistant to dark magic. I don't know how much damage I can inflict with a single blow, even on a chaotic undermoon. I suggest you convert it into pure magic and exercise it. '

"Be polite. Minnelina's safe. I don't want to be shot."

"Oh, let me do something on my own"

Mm-hmm, and I feel something smiling at Minerina for putting in the effort, and I hang up the communication.

Attack by pure magic. It's not hard, but delaying a one-handed process is a hassle.

But it's not the kind of situation where you can cry to that extent.

Because I am now in charge of the lives of the people of the city.

"Yes, yes, I'll protect you all. Unfortunately, Grandpa is absent..."

And I said that much, and I thought I said something extra.

Shanoar Vie Atmosphere is the main pillar of this city. It's not a cute thing, such as a strut, his very existence is just hope for them.

It is true that my grandfather is not here. By now, you will be confronted with the Demon King to save that lazy blood-sucking princess.

I shook my head that I didn't have to bother to say it though.

- I can tell, their expressions have been bitterly distorted.

"... then Mr. Shanor is absent in this situation...?

"Hey, what happened!! Are you all right!?

"I don't know what we're talking about without Master Shanoir..."

"As long as Lord Shanoir is here, this is not the case..."

Mouthfully groaning, their gaze leans down, looking up at Veroche until now.

Veroche in the sight.

I didn't think I had a choice.

I didn't even wish Shanoir was here.

I didn't even get a blow if I wasn't strong enough myself.

Normally I was upset.

"Isn't that rude to boulders? Grandpa is definitely not here right now, having a relationship with the Demon King."

In the meantime, I'm sorry. "Grandpa's doing his best. quite" while appealing.

Raise your voice to focus on everyone.

Shanoar Vie Atmosphere is certainly not here.

But is "my city" weak enough to break?

That can't be right.

That must not happen.

It's like that, doesn't it break my heart easily?

"I am Shanoar Vie Atmosphere, my granddaughter Veroche -! Ok!!

"Whether those grandfathers are here or not, I want you all!

"Because I will return alive!!

Yes, I could yell. I cut it off.

I told him to strain his chest.

I'm not very good at shouting out loud, but still, this would be an occasion to stick up.

Think so, just look around.

Oh? I think so.

Somehow, I still felt they were waiting for Veroche to say something.

"He said he'd come home alive..."

"Seriously, even if Grandpa wasn't here, he said he'd come home alive."

"All of us."

Yeah, that's what I said. It should be.

But what, their, "From?" The gaze like that.

"Uh, who did?

"Who would do such an amazing thing to me?"

"Without Lord Shanoar, who can do that?

"There's got to be someone amazing who deserves to keep our lives."

Thousands of glittering eyes.

Something Veroche guessed.

The word promise crosses the back of my brain and makes me feel half fucked up.

"This me!!!!

In a moment, "hope" lit the hearts of all those living on the sixth street of the demon kingdom.