Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

Imperial College Headquarters.

The location of the place, arguably the imperial point, was naturally in the centre of the imperial capital, Grand Cir. Behind the palace where the emperor reigns, the Imperial College, which is largely erected in such a way as to preserve it, was the royal pavilion that originally ceded the throne.

About ninety years ago now, the Imperial College was born in the reign of Talos V.

The Imperial College, an organization that creates the empire's own magic guidance system and protects the imperial capital as part of its research against demons, was born. It was in the empire at the time when the antidemonic tide was strong, and its influence was immense.

And now.

With the presence of the Book and Mausoleum and the power of the Commander of Magic, the Imperial College was a must for the Empire.

The one who reigns at the apex is called the "Marshal", who rarely shows up. There were only a handful of humans who had seen that appearance, only the first and third seats among the Commander of Magic.

He is also the only person who can lay down his life against the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Commander, who can also be referred to as the "Marshal" 's direct unit.

Well, today, at the Imperial College "Between the Red Lotus," there was a shadow of one young man.

During this Red Lotus, the Marshal can "reign" using a special magic medium. That said, it is a room used only for audio and to give the Marshal's knowledge.

A long-lasting young man with a bunch of flushed blonde hair on his back. The wrapped black coat is engraved with an X crest, with both hands wrapped in bandages.

A circular carpet decorated with red and gold. As soon as he knelt in the center of it, the interior of the room was stained with darkness.

"It's Grindle. Talk about foolishly putting the Demons inside the Empire...... is it true '

"Ha... sorry"

It was the voice of a crouched old man. Grindle just closes his eyes and returns that heavy bass with the intimidation that resonates in the surround.

I know my own faults best. I understand. The pain that still resonates in my fist is not the pain my body is feeling. Anger over the breaking of the phenomenon of divine erosion, anger, remorse was burning itself.

'Do...'

Second, the marshal's voice color changes. For Grindle, who was prepared for heavy reprimand and punishment, that was an unexpected thing. I move my eyebrows unexpectedly, but it doesn't look particularly distracting.

"Is it true that the whole thing in the escape is Nine Tails?

"Ha... it was a serious injury indeed. But we should be really vigilant."

"Heh heh heh heh! Yeah, well, did you break that stone curse!... but you're too late... hiiragi... '

"Is...?

You're too late, aren't you? Hiiragi?

I have no idea what you're talking about. Grindle gives you a face.

The motion must have been perceived by the marshal, a voice that embarrassed him with a question mark.

'It's not that you care. By the way, is that someone you can handle?

"Yeah, yeah... I never handled Nine Tails. But the problem is..."

'Right or right. Good, I forgive this lapse. But... I'll give you the next assignment.'

.

"Ha...!

I had something to say, but it's also a hard atmosphere to say.

Swallow the dialogue that went out to the back of your throat and drool your head again.

In the dark, only hearing works sharply.

"Bring Nine Tails to this place alive. Allow me to accompany you to the eighth seat '

"Live capture......? And what's the point?"

I thought you said it had nothing to do with you.

"But without the first seat, such as putting the Demons in Imperial College."

It was an unscrupulous order.

The Imperial College Marshal is not so much the head of the empire as the head of the Imperial College.

It would have been a big deal in this country of demonic exclusion if the Marshal had found out that he had brought the demonic abduction, let alone inside the Imperial College, etc.

There is another reason why Grindle is reluctant.

It was a first seat presence with stronger influence and speaking power than a certain kind of marshal. Now that he's out of the country, if the Marshal finds out he did something in his depository, it could be another nasty thing.

Especially the certainty between the Marshal and the first seat these days is increasing fever.

I didn't want to throw in the extra spark.

"Good. That nine-tail came in once when this place was the House of Lords"

"... but now that a total of five seats are out of the country, if something dangerous happens, there will be a first seat"

'Say what the first seat is!!

"... I have stated that I have come out too far"

"If only I could tell."

Hung, and the noise as if to snort. Grindle only kneels in silence.

Grindle never put it on his face, whilst sighing inside about being forced into it. The fallout is on me. Then I have to carry this case myself. Because that's what I thought.

"Now Grindle Griffskale, 10th seat of the Commander of Magic. Capture the Nine Tails with the Eighth Seat and bring them all the way between these Red Lotuses. I don't care if you don't have two or three hands or feet."

"Ha... just say it"

Finally, as I worshipped the Marshal's orders, the lights slowly returned to the room.

This concludes my glance at the Marshal.

Grindle stood up slowly, reweaving his coat and exhaling one.

Checking the feel of the goo, par, and fist still leaves some discomfort. But there was one more thing that bothered me.

Ever since that day of battle.

"... demon. That's not just a demon tribe. How much power did you have?... I had no idea, though. There's only one thing I think."

Leaving the center during the Red Lotus, Grindle continues to walk towards the door looking up at its slightly higher ceiling. I dreamed about it today, fighting that demon ghost.

That demon who had easily defeated the phenomenon of divine erosion (Phase Skill) and was haunted by an unusual hegemony. Who the hell are you?

That answer remains unanswered in the end, but only one thing to think about. That's the last palm bottom I let go when the demon ghost wasn't all I had yet.

"It was like screwing something into my body. It's like a switch... no, it's like tapping an object in, like that"

Open the handshake. Still remaining wrapped in a white cloth was, of course, due to the injury at first. But the Empire is also making considerable progress with medical exorcism. It was possible to cure it without so much time.

Then why are you still wearing bandages?

There are two main reasons for this.

One is that he punched further into training before his injuries could heal.

The other was an admonition for the defeat of these two fists.

Slowly push the door open with that arm wrapped white to your fingertips. Going out into the hallway, the sunlight at dusk was greeting me. It is also the usual sight that the red carpet running in front of you is slightly burnt and dull in colour on the day.

"Hey, it sounds like he got hit hard."

If there was anything out of the ordinary, it was the presence of a colleague who was leaning against the corridor wall. A woman with brown hair, wearing a hair band. He is about two years older than Grindle and looks good on a bright look.

"Seat 8..."

"If you're struggling, I don't want to go blah blah blah. Sounds impossible?"

"Nine tails would be fine.... but the problem is, you're a demon."

She was playing with Okarina, her own good at twirling, freezing to see if she couldn't understand Grindle's words for a moment.

Tickle, and blink a reddish eye, and the eighth seat tilts its neck.

"Not the other way around?

"It's not the other way around, it is."

"Heh... Something funny happened"

Yeah, I snort at her, and Grindle thinks inside.

If I hadn't been the one who encountered it, I'd have been more or less in this way. A monstrous demon ghost who deviated too much from common sense. That presence does not threaten the existence of the Imperial College.

"... but it sounds awesome"

"What?

"For the sake of two Demons, I can't believe I hit the Commander of Demons in a four-man shift. Because you got knocked out, didn't you? I don't want to be humiliated."

When she nostalgic for Poussan the Ocarina, she arms herself in the back of her head and goes a little further. It took a little time to think, but Grindle hastily withdrew his eighth seat trying to head to the lobby first.

"Can you give me a minute?"

"Hmm? Sounds like you said something weird? [incomprehensible]

"No, with the four of us. If it's me and you and Kyouo, who the hell is the demon ghost?"

"Because you've been defeated, and the report says you two are on your way to Marmira -"

"... the fifth seat"

"That sort of thing. So, there's the other one."

One more. Simply go with the erasure method, the answer was simple.

But isn't it too much overpower?

To Grindle, who thinks so, the eighth seat is troublesome, seemingly devoid of any particular emotion.

"I was fluttering there. It looks like I'm going to clean up the demons in seats three and five."

That night. A while after the sun went down.

Sten and Hiiragi hid themselves in the wild mountains near the water town of Marmira.

"I forgot to ask you something hectic."

"Matches are the kind to come forward, though?

"What's at the heart of it, you wanker!!

Hiiragi asked the joking man who stood next to him.

It's usual for an answer that isn't Roku to return, but similarly, as usual, Hiiragi also shows anger as if her blood vessels were cut.

But you're used to boulders. Fixing a once cut blood vessel is fast.

I put one breath in and said I would look up at Sten to stare from the bottom.

"I don't know why Sten came to this town, but I didn't ask you about your journey in the first place."

"Oh, you finally listened to me. No, we'll break up soon. I was wondering if they thought it was okay... your brother would be happy!

"Mine's older, right?...... oh no more, no! The destination just so happens to be with you, what's your journey for?

"... mmm, well. Find something, hey."

"Looking for something?"

"So. there's one in this town, so that's all the errands"

Tickle up. Tickle up.

Blink twice and three times, if you look at Sten. With an extremely serious look, I ran out of words that only searching was an errand.

Hiiragi nodded one at those words, which apparently were different from the usual jokes and were serious. Originally there was one errand here. I was a little cautious about attaching Sten to that.

Sten is as if it had nothing to do with it.

Then you'd better have him looking for something first.

If I hadn't found it by the end of this errand, I'd be good enough to help. Think so, Hiiragi puts one finger on it.

"We'll know where each other is on the path, and let's act differently for a little while. I'm a little tempted to let you hang out on my errands. I'll help you find something when you're done here."

"... mmm"

An inch, a sten stroking his jaw. I don't have a mustache or anything, so I just really stroke it. When I looked at Hiragi with those red-dyed eyes, I nodded with a frightened look like I said okay.

"Whoa. So it's time to go."

"Right... Oh, I'm over here"

"Say hello later."

Leaps at the same time as a relaxing wave of Sten.

The water town of Marmira, unlike the village of Lehne and others, has a solid outer wall surrounding the town. Nevertheless, its height is not so high that it was not made with magic guidance. Sten's physical abilities made it possible to jump over lightly, and Hiiragi landed on the wall once without difficulty, jumping unmistakably toward his destination.

Why do I have to be so secluded even though I don't work evil? Even though I knew it, it was something with a small amount of loneliness.

I think it's a human opponent, I think it's an elephant, and no matter how many times I scorch it with fox fire, there's something that won't go away.

Where do smoked emotions come from?

I don't even have to bother thinking about that.

"... Phew"

Nasty, memories. There is no reason or need to compare it to Sten, but there will be no doubt that it is at least the same "unpleasant past".

Jump over the brick roof of a private house without sound and go to the place of destination.

Like a silver cloud running through the night.

"Night breeze is not a bad thing... I wonder if Sten has moved"

The world that that traveling cook feels.

Although it doesn't flow through the path or anything like that. Still, I didn't hate the way he thought, which kind of seemed like I could re-enjoy the world again.

And land, slowly.

This is where I once visited. A hundred years later, it never came to a complete oblivion. There is only one heterogeneous, moonlit hill in Marmira, lined with unwrought stones.

The engraved words are: "General Garland Fortos Sleeps Here"

It was the tomb of a man that Hiiragi had singled out a hundred years ago.

The water town of Marmira was a town on the edge of the southeast of the Empire but with a relatively high standard of living. People can afford to live, and so many are born good. Therefore, even if the man born here becomes a general of the Imperial Army, it is not strange enough.

He was the second son of Marmira's lord, Garland Fortos.

He was sloppy, he couldn't help it, and he was still a strong, cool person who didn't cower into battle.

Someone who was helped that day a hundred years ago and died before I could return the favor.

"... now we're talking."

The number of humans who live longer, but therefore have seen them born later than themselves and die sooner, is very insufficient with their fingers on both hands. But among other things, what could not be thanked for him was a great remnant of Hiiragi.

In front of that tombstone, which sits a step high, drawing a line with many tombstones. Hiiragi stared at the engraved words.

"To nothing, I can't bring it. I'm a little dead... what do you call me dad... I'm older, so..."

In other words, what emotions overflowed my cheeks?

I couldn't understand that in an instant, and I didn't think I would.

But there is one thing I have left to tell him, even before the tombstone.

The main reason I came to the Empire was to tell you that.

To convey that thought to someone who was important to me.

"So..."

"I see... if you pushed it all the way through to visit the grave, you could have given him enough love to drop him off."

"-!?

I turn to my sudden voice in a panic.

Then there, the man hostile that day. Long blonde hair brilliant in the moonlight, black coat magic conductor.

"Amta......!

"Well, but look, I'm a demon. Sounds like a ginger one, but hey."

"What!?

Grindle Griffskale.

At the same time I saw its existence, now a voice from the tombstone of Garland.

Turning around, he releases a fox fire reflexively remembering his anger as if his blood had boiled.

"Don't touch that person's tombstone!!

"Oh dear... it seems I don't know whose grave it is, so I'm sorry"

I wonder. I was standing on a man's grave, a woman of the same appearance age.

The flames unleashed against that woman, disrespectful through freedom, cut the sky in vain, and the lightly landed woman laughs at will.

"I see. Kolya Kanryu."

"Eighth seat. You stood in the tomb of Lord Garland Fortos, the Imperial Army General, and his family. to her on the boulder... and you should apologize to those who died"

"Ugh... I'm sorry"

"Am I...!!

Grindle, who does not break the calm atmosphere, and a woman called the eighth seat, who remained in a relaxed atmosphere. If they're both magical conductors, why the hell are they here?

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you miss this one. Marshal's orders."

"It sounds like you're taking me. I'm not ready."

Stuffed all at once.

Eighth seat with Ocarina and Grindle filled with gloves.

He was a leech in a black coat on both sides with a light sense of despair.

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What a grindle! ▼