Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

- A few minutes ago.

Digirre McLain was in the dream of a swinging foam.

I was somewhat aware of the wonder and what situation I was in right now.

What happened in the sea of calming trees.

Being forced to change classes of Justa has driven my body to the point of extinction. And from that fatal step forward, there was a good friend from the past who saved me.

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

"Something important about you."

Reminds me of a girl who once had a crush on traveling with me.

Saved. I swore I'd protect her one day, and she really - I thought I'd never see her again, but I met her, and she helped me.

Retain your life, then.

"- I'm in the emergency room at Imperial College.... should be."

Consciousness is clear besides thoughts, and your mouth turns.

But what does this bright white space mean?

Is that what we're talking about in the alley, a clear dream?

Nothing, empty place.

Left, right, top, bottom, front, back.

Wherever you look, it just goes on and on and on and on and on.

The sense of equilibrium seemed crazy, holding my forehead by accident.

No one.

What a boring dream.

And I don't even know what that means.

What does this empty, empty space mean?

Are you even going to say this is in the mind of a man named Digire McClain?

That can't be it, I shake one head.

One way or another, you're thinking a lot.

The joy and sorrow is also intense, and the man who looks calm and easily caged in power is Digire McClain.

I knew I had nothing to do with this emptiness because I was aware of myself like that.

Even if I am alone, I have the pleasure of studying the magic guide.

There is something that fills my heart at all times.

The fever, where the lab's men are and we've all taken every step of the way with repeated trials and errors, is certainly in our chests.

There is also frustration. There is also anger.

Even now I still have the heart to hate the demons in an attempt to cut down my enemies under a single knife.

Besides, there's a guy who's got to be beaten up for sure.

It's one of the few goals of life to get rid of him.

There's pity, too.

In the end, he was turning his fever on the business of shredding himself, such as revenge, because his own heart could not tolerate that pity. I can't get back what I lost. Even if I knew that, then where should I hit all the emotions that are so obvious to me?

In the end, it was my sex that I could not digest by myself and could only beat everything to bitterness.

Enjoy, would there have been?

I stopped thinking.

Fun. Something, something I thought was fun.

"Listen to people properly, think for yourself, and decide how to shake yourself"

"Thanks, Digire"

... Oh well.

Above all. Seeing someone learn that straight was a pleasure for me.

For Digire McClain, this world is never empty.

Then this place is still not in my own mind.

For fuck's sake.

"... Should a line caught in some sort of magic guide be seen as thick"

It's just a dream, it's weird.

So surprised Digirre had no idea about this place.

That's right.

This is not the kind of place people can reach.

This coincidence of a dying state coincided with the class of "spiritual scribes" he gained with the power of Smiley and the dependency of the beads of mystery that dwelt in him.

You wouldn't even think that this is the imminent world of the goddess if it were you.

"Then for now"

If I put my hand on my back, I did have my usual partner.

If you grip and wield the pattern, the power of the devil's guidance fills this body.

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Clean Old Swinging Head Spine Machete] -

An absolute champion against the phenomenon of magic.

(i) If you wield a machete, you can cut it off if it is built of magic vegetables wherever this place is.

This is the post-mortem world. Sanctuary of the Goddess.

Digire doesn't know why the goddess isn't here right now, and he's not interested.

So there was no hesitation.

The momentum wielded by the great sword certainly caused a crack in the land.

I don't know where it leads.

But it's still true that we can go somewhere that's not here.

So I took a step forward.

Because the unknown is by no means scary for him, a researcher whose joy and sorrow are also intense.

Go ahead and follow this white space.

Only white with nothing was left in the world.

"So, it's the exit. Ahhh! Oh, thank God. Ahhhh!

- Imperial College Book and Mausoleum, Medical Nursing Room.

Digire McClain woke up slowly.

Seen ceiling. Imperial-specific, iron-like yet still air.

"... is anybody here?"

"Oh, yes, I am."

Temeer, by the way.

A neutral looking goddess peeked into his face that could be taken by both boys and girls, as he responded to the squeaky Digirre.

When Digirre tongues abominably when she sees his face, she wakes up her torso as it is.

Severe pain like current runs all over my body, but perhaps my magic vegetables are still in an exciting state. When he was cured if left alone, Digirre determined his own condition.

"I was brought in from the sea of calming trees, like the 10th."

"Thanks for taking the time.... what the fuck happened to both of you?"

"Yatano, Benetta and Grindle are on mission. You're the only one who's lost."

"Don't call me shedding, motherfucker."

"Contamination of the Out of the Army, Luther, and the Commander of Magic"

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Clean Old Swinging Head Spine Machete] -

"Oops."

Astarte gently misses the neck and dodges the sword.

Ignore it, Digire gets up.

If I looked around, I had my own clothes neatly folded on the side table of the bed. Take off the simple clothes for the hospital and Digire will start dressing again.

Astarte grinned as she looked back worried about her gaze staring at her back.

"How are you feeling?"

"Disgusting. What's that saying?"

"The iron was well hung."

"Temeer did it. It's disgusting."

Although it is more custom-made than the original product, it was the abnormally handicapped digillette that made Nori more comfortable and comfortable.

If you wrap up the coat that was caught on the clothes hanging, it's the completion of the usual Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Supervisor Digire McClain.

Once again, when you take the great sword in your hand, gently hang it on your back.

"... your body is still far from full?

"Still going, I know you've decided, but shit. Royal hand with the demon tribe shit. There's no way I'm going to be able to relax in that situation."

"Even if I might die?

On that question, Digire looks back slowly.

If I had been myself a while ago, I would have smiled.

I could die. What's wrong with that? My vengeance, my hatred of the devil clan, my life, and so on. If I had time to think about crap, it would be better to wield a dagger, and consequently my life would be saved.

That's how, to throw, but surely you must have only been thinking about stopping the enemy's breath.

Although.

'... I don't know. Just trying to protect Digire didn't need any glitches at all. It seems like it was much better suited than vengeance'

"Fucking LOL!!! I don't!! Never again, in front of you!! It's a shame your enemies take your life!!!

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

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

Waste it?

Is that what you're wasting? This life.

I have something to protect.

There's something I wanted to protect.

So I'm not going to die anymore.

"- Right."

Astarte, with the right gaze, muttered and nodded just one word.

"The thread of destiny will not kill you. With that will, there's nothing to worry about."

"Right. If it's the heartbeat of the gods of the living, well, I don't believe you."

"Heh heh, yeah"

The empire's present god laughs eagle and exalted.

"My imperial subjects have to be."

Then go away.

Whether to hear the word or not, at that moment, Digirre proceeded to walk outside the hospital room.

- Demon Realm Underground Empire Demon Realm 6th Street Trail. Hell's Cauldron.

In this place exposed to prison flames, the battle to protect the world continued today.

The air fed into the lungs is heat.

Sparks scattered like rain, eyes screaming slightly into pain.

The living demon god growls and storms around to destroy the world even in its giant form.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!

Laughing like crazy is Sequence Salielgate, who fled to the sky.

"Dawn of the demonic world, sunrise deserves a sun wheel!!! This guy is good. Well, hey!! Drag the goddess Krunair down from heaven and we will rise to earth! The best world ever!!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

At the same time that the demon god could roar, the fluctuations of heat spread throughout the sixth street of the demon kingdom, as if it were to be made in a dome as well. It's all the life that's here that gets blown away.

That's not an exception to Sequence - he's swallowed up by a sea of heat and only laughs like crazy.

I will not contact the Demon King. The same goes for Renoir. Eureka, Eurei was brought down in front of us, and no one was with us on the earliest plan.

The Pai Dawn Regiment people have no response "for some reason". It seems like you'd better decide something's going on than it's almost impossible to have escaped.

And there's no tone out of the magic guide Renoir left for the gods against.

Can't you just use all that magic to kill one god? It's also a long time ago that I suspected. It's already a hundred million bucks to think about everything.

You can't beat each other on a positive offense anymore.

Then think about the future after smashing it with a demon god.

So go sick, the elephant on the sixth street of the demon kingdom.

Unconscious demon gods just do as much as they are violent. His arm, which wraps around him and turns everything that sweeps away into scorched earth - was still about to strike the Divine Son of Light.

Before Crain, Lyudius stood up with his sword.

Even though Grindle was boosting everyone's power after Harna put up a wall of defense.

The roar of the demon god crushes the nature of its demonic guidance.

In the blink of an eye, Harna's barrier is shattered and full of guarding against even Grindle's divine erosion phenomenon. Crain, who was behind Ludius, is still a servant, and Harna and Justa are close to defenseless.

But I made it.

That back made it.

"Come and get hurt. Ah, one city was crushed by a monster just big. That's a fucking abominable situation, man."

The energy emanating from that great sword that stood to protect Justa and Harna.

Sure enough, I let that demon god roar and even the claw of my arms beautifully deactivate it.

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Clean Old Swinging Head Spine Machete] -

"So, what?

Turning to the LORD of such a zero voice, Digirre turned a frightened eye.

"What, that dumb face?"

"Ah, ha. Why are you here now, dude?"

"I don't know."

Tong, and the great sword on his shoulder, Digire stared at the forward demon god.

Anyway, it's big.

Much bigger than the headquarters of the Imperial College. The castle is still cuter in front of you.

But there will be.

With this great sword, even if it is a god, but a magic vegetable, we can cut it off.

The temper is the II on the back.

Digire McLain, Second Seat of the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Supervisor.

This level of predicament is the earliest way to get used to it.

"- So you're okay on your own? That's not true."

"It doesn't make sense where Temeye came out, you fucking kid"

Side by side the girl lined up next to her as a matter of course - Justa Welseia, Digirre exhaled in a frightened manner.

Is that dissatisfaction, Justa shakes her head.

"I don't want to be told by a shepherd who was in charge of therapy."

"Who's the shepherd? I'm gonna sharpen it down, motherfucker."

"What!?

Damn, say something.

"There's no way you can rest alone in this situation. If you're in a place like this, you're not going anywhere."

The front line of the front line is also the front line.

Sure, I was here, but it's not weird whenever they let me evaporate.

It is of the Demon King, the highest rank of the Demon Nation, who is hostile - even higher.

It is the most powerful kind of God in this world as life.

A real sanctuary goddess, not a tiny one like the goddess of the earth.

This is the presence that dragged it down and fell into the vortex of madness.

- Digire had been nursing from the first glance that it was so.

Justa, who chuckled so tickled at Digirre's dialogue, still wouldn't leave beside him with a thread from his finger.

"You need support to do anything, don't you? I'm sorry I got hurt once, but this is still Midnight. It's the pinnacle of Shinobi."

"In form."

"Heh, tell me. Even I practiced not to be swayed by my class."

"I don't know what I can do overnight."

"I know that."

Stick your lips out like you're obstinate, but, Justa goes on.

"This isn't the end of the day. I'll keep getting stronger. That's why we fight today."

"... what brings you so far"

In Digirre's view, I just broke in here because I stepped on it as awkward as it was.

If it weren't for the clean old swinging head and spine machetes, I wouldn't know what would have happened to them godsons of light.

No, my head knows that.

That this girl named Justa Versaia strangely trusts herself and thinks she will save herself in crisis.

Digirre McClain is not cheap enough to think that it's heavy enough.

Except for putting your life on the line.

No matter how much you believe in others, you can't just throw your life out to the dead.

Then why?

"What is it, right?"

Justa uses yarn and flies around the rubble heap to flaunt the arms of the demon god.

It is true that what Digire did is more sophisticated than what he last saw.

The eyes of those who fight, the eyes of Justa who show the will to fight and protect.

That's it, somewhere, Digire. I looked dabbled with someone.

"I think if I work hard like this, one day I'll be able to protect Digire and all that matters to me."

- You.

What's the word?

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

But it wasn't.

"Digire's, next door."

Justa answered with a hack.

At the same time, the roar of the attacking demon god.

Justa's eyes open small.

"Chi!

As it is, and before Digire rushes.

Pong, and Justa's appearance replaced Marutai.

"What?"

"Phew, it's dangerous."

From behind Digirre, it was definitely Justa who let her breathe out and put on her face.

I didn't even know Digire had such a thing in the art of ninja - it was the first time that it had been used. Not to mention I didn't even know Justa was available.

"... Sounds like I was more mistaken"

"What?

"You can stand on your own feet, too."

I was happy.

This is how backward development grows, even if it's not the same as research.

Choosing your own path.

"It's the end of the demon god, let's go, motherfucker"

"Yeah, I got it."

Using the roar of the demon god as a signal, Digire rushed forward.

Roaring Magic Guide Destruction? What you find out, your machete will cut off all of his magical guidance.

Justa understands its nature too, so he follows Digire perfectly.

And there was a voice from behind.

"Mr. Digirre!! To that demon god, even Eisenhardt's attack was healed!! There must be some kind of magic source!!

Sound familiar voice color.

Shanoar Vie Atmosphere, the leader of the demonic world.

I see, and Digire nods.

If you look closely, there are magic vegetables all over your body.

I was gently flushing wondering what a demon god was like, but if not.

It is the turn of the Honorary Dean of the Institute, Digire McLain.

"Because of the speed of the magic circle, it's strangely too fast to get used to the body for you to be sucking it up from the ground air. Then purification in the body - but then I don't know the source of power to maintain this giant. I see, even the mentor hasn't grasped the cause."

Think, think, wield a dagger.

It's not all about revenge.

To defend this world.

"Maintain this magic vegetable by causing the demon god to run wild. Demon World Sixth only serves as a summoning ceremony. That's right, they're going to let the demons invade the earth from here on out. Then this guy's energy--"

There was something flashing behind Digirre's brain.

Speak to the girl behind you with the assumption that it could be.

"Hey, fuckin 'kid"

"Hmm?"

"We're going to start the experiment. Continue"

"Do I have to support you?

The answer came back as if it sounded if I hit it.

Digirre's mouth angle rises slightly.

I don't care what I do, I just come with promises.

I have thought for myself of the actions that I should have taken and asked for further information on them.

Really, kids grow up fast.

"Oh."

"Mm-hmm."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Roar of the demon god.

followed by the arm of the armpit.

The closer you get, the more heat you get to burn your skin.

Hot enough to breathe is enough to suffocate once spilled in. We go straight to the demon god through steam like water sprinkled on a baking stone and a flock of firepowder scattered like a flower blizzard.

"... an incredible supply of magic. Not through the sky, not through the land, from the sanctuary - no. If the supply path is not connected anywhere in the body... then it will remain a possibility"

Short-range transfer with Justa's ninja as the demon god appears in front of him.

Threaded 3D manoeuvre is a world that has never existed before in Digire.

So it's rather foolish to be distracted by the move now.

Believe this fucking kid, just go forward, go forward.

"Ignore the interception of the magical relationship. If I had a dagger from Digirre, I would be fine. Avoid all the physics - for now, should we head to the torso!!

"It's my neck if I can. Every creature has something in its neck that connects its life. That doesn't even change God. Conversely, I know the general situation as long as I look at my neck. If it's my hypothesis, it's no use."

"Roger!!

Justa nods happily, taking Digire's hand and leading the way.

With a great sword in front, he approaches the demon god in a heartbeat.

"Just the two of us, what can we do!

Sequence, who was floating near the demon god, barks up to make a fool of himself, but the two of them don't give a shit about that.

Now, I don't care about summoners, etc. Instead, if only we'd cleaned up this demon god, we'd be checkmates.

"Go, yeah, yeah!!

Avoid the exorcism of the demon god and go straight to your neck.

Digirre, who reached the nod, landed intact and jumped in a hurry at the heat.

"You can't touch this with boulders or shit......!

With Justa, the flying down Digire burned information on his neck muscle firmly in its eyes, however.

I see, and I nod that the hypothesis was fitting.

"This guy's in trouble."

"Uh, why?

"This guy's source of magic was in this guy's body. That's the fact that I knew... Shit."

Jump down and retreat from the side of the demon god once.

It was decided that it was necessary to do so from the operational planning for the first time, beyond obtaining confirmation.

Regardless, there is no time for this demon god to rise to earth.

But more than that, I can't help but go in and die.

The reason...

"Ultra-high-density amorphous magic crystals. Tell that crazy fucking demon ghost" Mysterious Piece of Beads. "

"Three of them were taken in by him."