Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

- Demon Realm 6th Street 3rd Avenue.

Veroche was in a good fight.

Even though I am the mentor's granddaughter, there is no way that I can fight on my own with my consciousness on the whole of Demon World 6th Street. Even so, Veroche was able to fight.

Now at this moment, I surpassed Shanoar's strength with the power to think of someone - and so on - I'm sure Veroche could have put his chest up on his own guide, but unfortunately it should not be.

It's simpler.

"Veroche!! Over here!!

Voice.

If Veroche looks, the figure of the men fighting in the alley of the city.

"We don't have to defeat this monster!!

Relative is the one of the monsters.

In them, who mark the "Shanor Regiment," they deal with the alien Warcraft who would not be able to fathom the foundations, but they work together in formations that they would have worked so hard to practice before, stopping the Warcraft.

"If it's about seizing it!!

Men who raise their roar and cling to both arms of the Warcraft.

There.

- Ancient spells and chaotic undermoons -

A black running stream descends like a comet drawing a single trajectory.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......!

The Warcraft, stunning with giant wind holes in his abdomen, disappeared into sand as it was.

"Yay!!

"If you're happy or we're going next!!

"Veroche, that'll help!!

Thank you, thank you. Responding to the hand being waved from the ground with only thumbs up all the way with her sleepy eyes, she quickly searches for her next target and wears it with her magic guide.

If it's just about controlling a warcraft that storms endlessly, you won't be carrying Koto this well.

The "Shanoals" and all the idiots in the city are guiding the Warcraft, holding it down at times, and stopping it at times is helping Veroche fight a little easier.

A dull spot.

There was only one man who could fight, but not one.

I'm sure Veroche doesn't know.

That only one wizard capable of fighting a mighty enemy was once a source of courage for all, just as it was once in a fortress two hundred years ago.

"Turns out, you were right to leave it to your grandfather."

Relax and whine in your mouth, you will not stop the exorcism that releases you.

Those warcraft are a threat to the inhabitants who do not have the power to fly, even if it was an arrow and a kill of miscellaneous fish for Veroche.

And for Veroche, I'm sorry to have ruined the city any more.

There is still enough magic left in the body.

Because of the first series of chaotic undermoons, there is a little drain - not even against the mighty enemy. Then that's enough. For one thing, keep the residents safe.

and so Veroche sensed a mighty magical reaction.

its magic coming all the way down from the sky, behind itself.

Veroche, however, remembered the sensation of that saturated and intense magic vegetable that, if it were an external enemy, should immediately move into an interception posture.

Therefore, without turning around, he continues to exterminate the Warcraft like a pale task.

"Oops. Veroche, are you okay?

"Sa? Wouldn't this have happened if the wheels under the sky had come a little sooner?

"Ugh, gu. Only at a time like this can I have my title in white."

Three pairs of black wings winged next door.

"What have you been doing -" Veroche turned his white eyes to his own sister.

Yulica F. Atmosphere.

As always, the idol of the demonic world was there, dressed in adorable, well-designed attire.

"Ma'am, yes."

Veroche turns his eyes to the city.

What you see under your eyes are fire, fire, fire. A pile of rubble that collapsed by the place, a herd of warcraft that crumbles the city's fortune.

No matter how hard Veroche worked, only the damage to the city couldn't be helped.

Only that many people's lives were saved, at least, would have been the salvation for her.

"Where Yurika was coming, things may not have changed much."

"Oh, that's what I say"

- Ancient spells and wheeled outfits -

With his lips pointy, Yurica wiped out the two cutlasses she was gripping and took out a giant black bow instead. Three people, also known as Zhang, etc., put three thick arrows on a tough string that could not be pulled by a very constant person, and she squeezed to the side of her cheek.

The aim was for a few moments, and the arrow released pierced the warcraft that was in three places the next moment - wearing it.

Wind holes open in the sniping area like balloons that have begun, and the Warcraft can be crumpled intact.

The children nearby looked up into the sky, trying to escape as relieved.

"It's Yurika!!

"Oh my god -! Cute!!

Boys turning away somewhere smelly to the girls who also forget to run away and raise their yellow voices. Though the wheel, it's about her being more famous for her side as a cute idol.

I guess the embarrassment of being protected by girls inspired the pride of the boys of their age. Retract the girls who were on the spot and resume their escape.

Good decision. Warcraft is not dead yet.

- There.

Two arrows, three arrows wear warcraft.

The warcraft, which fell with a distressed voice raised, was now completely silenced - disappearing like sand.

Veroche's eyebrows move pickly.

Ugh, and once exhaled to calm her spirit, Yurica looks back at Veroche and stretches her chest.

"The wheel's positioned higher than Brother Shano's, isn't it? I think your sister wants you to understand."

Veroche missed his attention looking troublesome.

"Sisterly, it would be easier if you covered for me without saying a mess."

"What the hell is that!!

- Ancient spells and ghost paths -

Veroche's unleashed magic guide summons ghosts gushing from the ground, a dangerous thing of instant death once touched. It's time to evacuate the inhabitants, Veroche's in an understandable mood for a sweep around here.

Yurica unleashed a bunch of arrows once up to cover her and began to rain like rain. This is a complete, sealed escape to the sky.

"Goaaaaaaaaa!!

"Gaaaaaaaa!!

Warcraft is worn by an arrow and dragged into the ghost where it crashed.

A warcraft that tries to escape from the Ghost, but disappears without being prevented from forming by the hand that goes to the arrow.

Conversely, some warcraft vanished after the Ghost poked him in the gap as a result of trying to avoid the arrows.

Much more efficiently than earlier, this situation is able to exterminate the warcraft that harms Sixth Street.

Of course, because the residents of Sixth Street have worked so hard so far, but the "wheel" coverage was still extremely effective.

He seems to be accepting and silently supporting the earlier bitterness.

And, horizontally, Veroche glanced at Yurica's grumpy face.

"... Yurika, can I talk to you for a second -?

"Tell people to fight without saying a mess!?

"There's nothing I can do about Yurika."

"Not terrible!?

While the words were exchanged, neither Veroche's guide nor Yulica's offense showed any signs of weakening.

Whether the ghost spiritual path turns into a chaotic undermoon or a strong bow into a bow, it is proof that consciousness will never deviate from the battle.

Veroche shrugs as the two of us argamo the warcraft from a distance.

"... from the beginning, I thought it would go well with the battle, I..."

"From the beginning... I mean"

Instead of looking at his face, Veroche is just moving his mouth relaxed, as usual, with his hands in a demonic circle.

Unlike her like that, Yurica unexpectedly saw Veroche.

- Because I didn't expect her to tell me about "back then" towards Yurica.

"I hated it. So I hated him as much as I wanted to kill him -. But from the beginning, I don't think there's much benefit to fighting together."

"This wasting sister, who always says,"

I stopped with an arrow that struck at the foot of the Warcraft, and a chaotic undermoon wore my head.

"Well sure, it's compatible in these situations right now, and I think it's strong enough for me to turn to the avant-garde. That's still true now, isn't it? I mean, you can't do it without it now."

Pierced by a flying shotgun from behind the Ghost he was avoiding, another Warcraft dies.

Yurika, to be honest, didn't really want this topic to continue.

"Back then" we have all these bad memories of each other.

I can only make mistakes if I follow my memories, but I'm sure I couldn't reconcile them when I learned about each other's circumstances.

That's how much we didn't get along, it's the two of us.

But I'm happy now. Have dinner with me from morning to night, fight from time to time, be embarrassed by Shanoir, and play with me. I have such happy memories.

Veroche said he has a double memory.

Fifteen hard years and fifteen happy years.

Yurica is not.

Hard memories are all that matters to her, now that she's taken care of her distant older sister in a bend.

So what my sister tells me is hatred but disgust, there is something inside.

"Why are you talking like this?"

"... I wanted to apologize. Once."

A chaotic undermoon wiped out every arrow that pierced him.

"I did not know that Yulica could not go out into the earth. I didn't know it, but I think it hurt me then too. during the plan to invade Eden, the capital of the Holy See."

"... uh"

He was caught in the ghost spiritual path and still wore the brains of a resisting warcraft.

Yurica clouds her words as she moans the newly created shooting.

I was told, I could dig up some blurry memories.

I remember storming Eden, the capital of the Holy Land, and poking at the "mentor" you just told me to help too. If I had gone, the "mentor" might never have been imprisoned.

But I was also mean to myself back then, and I didn't even feel like revealing the truth if I couldn't get to the ground, so I chased him back for a good reason. Rarely, I came to bow my head because I was tough on my own.

Throw a shotgun and wear a warcraft.

Without dropping off the end of a brilliantly centered warcraft, Yurica looked next door.

One day my mentor, my dear sister, was staring at Yurika without realizing it.

"- So sorry"

Laughing like trouble, Veroche said so.

"... I don't know why I'm here."

The shooting broke. He blushes the cheeks of the Warcraft, who were supposed to wear his head, and pierces the ground.

"Whatever they say, it's only because there was no timing."

But that turned out to be a stepping stone, and Veroche's chaotic undermoon stabs Todome.

"Thanks."

"Sticky."

Yurika, who rubbed her eyes small, regained her mind and held a strong bow in her hand.

Keep a few arrows and stare under your eyes.

The number of warcraft in the boulder has also decreased, but we will not be able to turn this situation upside down without doing something about that empty "hole" in the sky that falls apart.

Nevertheless, the number of warcraft flying into boulders is also decreasing.

If the stopping is close, are you happy to cut him off? And Yurica thinks.

"I am. I searched for my mom and dad, and I joined the Demon King's Army."

"I already know about boulders."

"So that's all I could see, so I misunderstood you. I'm sorry."

"... hehe"

The Sixth Street sky is danced by Yulica's martial arts to match Veroche's guide.

The two of us smiled a little.

"Good for you. Hey, something. I really didn't think it would be like this with Yurika."

"I am, too. I didn't think this was gonna happen."

But that's why we're so reliable together right now.

The two people who hated each other so much that they wanted to kill them once are also "the ones they wanted to kill or couldn't kill" if they returned the back. The very fact of working with such a strong opponent is above all else.

"Isn't he a wanderer?

"... I don't know, it's me"

"Right. That's it."

Chaotic undermoon and wheeled outfits. Demonic guidance and a shower of martial arts.

We both know what "arr" means without saying anything.

I'm sure he would laugh that everything was going to end the same even if he wasn't there.

But they deny it.

I'm sure it's because of the romance that I can get along with someone who was only the "enemy" in front of me and live "happily" as sisters, knowing each other.

The warcraft worn in the chaotic undermoon became sand and vanished.

To the sight, Veroche licks his lips small.

"I knew it was weird."

"What?

"I thought it was a warcraft, that way of disappearing is the monster's... so maybe the hole is connected to some dungeon?

A monster is a special situation like a dungeon, like a mass of magic vegetables born in a place. Like a warcraft, it doesn't mean it's a degraded race of demons.

"No, you don't mean monsters. You're saying that Sixth Street is even dungeoning?

"Hmm. I don't think that strength belongs to the Warcraft..."

"The way it disappears does...... Besides, you don't seem intelligent."

Hmm, Veroche nodded.

Maybe it's something I can't help thinking about. Warcraft or monster, but enemies to be defeated defeat, that's all the story - maybe. But I kind of got caught up in Veroche and let's put it in the corner of my head for once, so I calmed down.

And that was the time.

"Veroche!!

Yulica leaves in front of Veroche and waves the strong bow she was holding in her hand.

The bow broke in an instant, but by then she had already stood holding two cutlasses.

Veroche was also able to react to what had happened.

But it should be called a boulder wheel that perfected the interception?

"Thank you for your help."

"For once."

I can't help it, and Yurica showed Veroche her frightened face - turning to those in front of her.

"So, who are you guys? - A fallen angel I've never seen before."

The black three pairs of wings are a testament to fallen angels, no matter who sees them.

There was also an enormous fluctuation of magic vegetables felt, and Yulica revealed her vigilance.

But beside it, Veroche distorts his expression in a complicated way.

I didn't know if it would be a good idea to water a serious yurica, but it looked more familiar to their faces.

That, including dark peach hair.

"Um, Yurica -"

Before uttering the word, the two fallen angels arrive in a breathtaking collaboration to kill Yulica.

The woman had two song knives, the man had a big axe, and he was attacked with no expression.

"It's sweet!!

Yurica played politely, but quickly, one at a time with the cutlass at hand, as the two song knives were swung down with one and two.

Kick a woman's abdomen in an empty gap and face the next Axeman to strike with a big sword.

I aimed. Yurica's blow hit the axe pattern brilliantly, and the man jumped as well with the momentum to shake it off as it was.

"Unfortunately, the axe guy thinks over and over again. Plus, I've been working out quite a bit on some monster opponents called Two-Spear Stream."

"Yurika, no. I think... the duplicity is more of a princess than a two-spear flow -"

"Veroche! Cover me!

"... I didn't hear that."

Even so, the Warcraft still insist on making it to Sixth Street.

Eliminate them first, and the priority of the two fallen angels who have come to this obstruction should not be that high.

That would be more convenient if Yulica could leave it to me. At least as far as the current contacts are concerned, because they are likely to be able to fight even one on two.

And.

"Ahhhhhh!!

――

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From those two, there are signs of a disgusting feeling of demonic guidance. and Veroche didn't put it in his mouth. Perhaps a magic guide that ignores humanitarianism made up only by dark magic, similar to the funeral soul phantom and similar to the refinement Seven Methods.

Yurica flirts with two swords and an axe attack, one after the other with a new kind of weapon.

I can see room in that look.

Yulica F. Atmosphere is by no means an expert in demonic guidance.

In combat, I am sensitive to the signs of adversarial demons who would themselves be harmed, but I have only so much knowledge about demons who are not, and are not involved in crisis sensing.

Still, it had the skill to be at the top of the demon world, so it was a triumph of talent and effort, but in this situation, it was a form of giving way to magicians such as Veroche and Shanoar.

Hence.

Veroche was also the first to notice the "Coordinated Prison Gate" opened right around the corner.

"Is it Rex, with a very late appearance -"

"Come on, I can't do it. I'm with my son. Bye, hey."

No, I instantly guessed, Veroche set up a pagoda umbrella.

One man shows his face through the gate.

Its vicious facade, which resembles Rex but feels ugly toxic.

So Veroche noticed.

No, should I say I remember?

The presence of a man Lex said this time, 'It must definitely be involved'.

And who can use coordinates prison gates besides Rex in this world.

Veroche himself has seen it several times, the current head of the Salielgate family.

"- Sequence Salielgate"

"Who do you think you are, Shanoar and this kid?"

is, and a man laughing with his nose - Sequence.

Rex Salielgate's father.

"If you thought you hadn't seen it in the demonic world for a while, would you still be working with my father -"

"Well. Even the same person is different from Shanoir. Funny, that guy. So we hung out, and the Demon King rode, so I thought we'd take a ride, too."

This man, whispering his ears with thick fingers, swallowing, is probably floating in the sky with the same magic guidance as Veroche.

Put your arms around each other like they're funny and look at Yurika.

"Look at that, fun fun fun - huh? I don't have enough grandeur. Maybe if you had a wheel, you'd realize who they were. Oh, my God, is that why?

"- That mouthful, still"

"Oh yeah. - Eurei!! Eureka!!"

As Sequence yells, two fallen angels return to shelter him.

Yurica was stopped by Veroche as she tried to run straight into the two of them without even showing the upset of the shards.

"Hey, wait a minute -"

"Wait, what's it going to be? They finally followed the monster and they came out."

"Well, that's true."

It was hard to say.

Instead, I didn't know what to say.

'Cause if you believe Sequence's words and Veroche's intuition up until now, the answers that come out are too cruel.

Whether you knock them down without knowing, knowing and fighting, both will place a strong burden on Yurica's mind. Whatever.

"I am. I searched for my mom and dad, and I joined the Demon King's Army. '

I know it was her who had that wish and not her now.

Veroche also knows that there is only one thing that remains the same.

In the end, Yurika doesn't know her parents.

"Yo, yo, wheels. Looks like you're in a good mood. It's been a long time. You show me the same martial arts and I'm a lot of bullshit, seriously."

"Sequence. I knew you were a Renoir."

"Ouch. There is one Paid Dawn Regiment, Sequence Salielgate. The Four Heavenly Kings of Reason Glasper Eye. They're the same as the Four Heavenly Kings of Collapse Jail command - no, even if it's made the same, it's troubling. Miscellaneous fish, and those guys."

"... I can't let Miranda hear you."

"So well, yes. Because of this, I'd like to introduce you, these are the pawns of the Pai Dawn Regiment - Eurei and Eureka."

A fallen angel woman with two song knives, a fallen angel man with an axe.

There is no anger in those eyes, and there is no emotion in the expression.

If a double-speared wizard or a crazy cheerful demon witnessed them, they would have been able to see exactly how they were doing.

Unfortunately, the only two people on this scene are Veroche and Yurica.

"Eureka, Eurei......?

Trying to gently touch Yurica from behind, who shrugs her eyebrows in surprise - but Veroche hesitates to do so. I don't know what to do at a time like this.

That demon ghost might have hit him for now before thinking about it, and if he was my grandfather, he might have come up with some other means. But Veroche was upset.

I've already hung the analysis of the magic vegetables between the two men and women.

Consequences.

- Veroche knows that the two people in front of him are no longer deceased.

"Yes! These two are magic tanks for us with enormous magic, and at the same time combat personnel. Fallen angel's possession of magic is enormous compared to other races, and these two of them, Yurika, have so much magic as to follow you, naughty."

"That's not enough. I don't have time to hang out with crap, and I'll cut it off."

"Whoa, is that good?

"What?

Sequence distorted her mouth to be funny.

Veroche tries to speak up to Yurica - before that, Sequence laughs at Guerraggera.

"It's your parents!? These guys!!

In Yurica's eyes, for the first time, I saw a clear upset.

"Yuleeka...... the"

Veroche, who was behind her, uttered zero pompous words.

And I came forward to shelter her.

"I'll take it from here."

Yeah, I should have done that from the start.

Veroche glances at Yurica while one is annoyed by regret.

Without knowing it, I wish Veroche had given them guidance.

Yurika hopes she will continue to believe her parents are somewhere in the world.

- Are you sure?

"Veroche, were you aware?

"... well"

Pompous, Yurika asked as she distorted her expression.

It could be something I can't help blaming you for.

Because even though she doesn't know how many years she's been after her parents.

Already, they're dead, so to speak.

- Thank you.

"To?"

"Mm..."

Veroche blinking his eyes for the second thank you today and the Sequence that makes his mouth a letter to it that doesn't seem interesting.

"I did, I've lived looking for my mom and dad. Even now, I'm definitely surprised. It's these people."

Two fallen angels in Yulica's eyes.

One of them - seeing his father's gripping axe, Yurika shook her head softly with a sophisticated look like a crying laugh.

"Maybe it was my dad who helped me first. Now, I don't know."

Set up two cutlasses, relative.

"Don't worry, Veroche. I'm alive now. with my current family."

"... yuleeka"

Yeah, if you say so. It was once that I heard you talk about finding your mom and dad.

Not from "now" Yurica.

But will the parents that I was looking for appear before me, and remain calm?

Seeing Yulica's expression, Veroche shook his head.

It's not calm or anything. Swallow everything, she's standing here now.

"Don't be silly, sister,"

"Really? I understand."

- Ancient spells and fighting refinements -

Gently, wave the reinforcing magic guidance to Yurica.

Yurica looked at Veroche, a little surprised, and inquired.

"You were such a guide."

"Come on? I can do it now."

One day, an exchange with that demon ghost.

I'm doing this for someone. If the other person is my sister, it's impeccable.

"Yeah, well motivated. Sorry, Sequence."

"... uh, yeah, okay. I was hoping for some really good reactions. Fair enough, not shabby. Then you just need to get a little tempered to buy some time."

The sequence of a laid face raised his hand small.

At the same time, the two Eureka Eurei get up.

"Veroche. Me too."

"What is it?"

"Now there's an important place, there's important people, there's people I love. So, totally fine. Strongly, I'm glad you cared."

With a strong grin, Yurika looks to the two fallen angels.

"- Really? - I only respect the strength of that spirit."

"Hehe. Then it's bad for Veroche, but I'm gonna get a sten too."

"What?"

Because.

"My heart is strong because I'm a girl in love (idol)."