Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The dust crept down the street.

The multiple characters present here can be divided into two main parts.

Fighter or no.

The boys who hit the latter pulled back to be unaffected.

Because the presence of one girl who was still blind and one boy who seemed to be "under the magic of darkness" put him in a situation where he could not stop retreating.

There stood before them such a devil tribe with nine tails.

He is in a position to protect them at the behest of his master, and also has the role of diverting the mighty flux of power from hitting them.

So far, including Nine Tails, they are the latter.

And now it is the former, not the latter, that really should hit the spotlight.

Namely, those who fight.

2 on2 this street, transformed into a battlefield, as opposed.

He who stands up to kill the people and the boys, and tries to crush the people and the boys.

Faces that should reign as overwhelming strong men in the world were about to meet together and start a sword dance feast.

Oddly enough, there are two demons and two humans.

The structure, however, was not so simple: a pair of demons and humans on the Demon King's side and a pair of demons and humans on the Divine Son of Light's side to contrast.

"Uh. Does Sten come with you -? I'm a little jealous."

"I mean, come on, my purpose is to kill Braulement, right? If you understand around here, it'll help you as a brother, won't it?

"It's unpleasant. No doubt the demon ghost is annihilated"

"Shall I erase that first? If that's easier."

Frilled Umbrella girl on gosloli and swallow tail man on hat.

A girl with a black coat woven from the top of her Japanese clothes and a young man with two horns in her dressing.

I got all the cards.

A word of that girl with an umbrella in her Japanese clothes is exactly what triggers her to cut the lid.

"I don't like that extra attitude towards the Demon King's Army opponents...!

Opening the Frill Umbrella, fluttering and leaping is the "Instructor" Veroche Vie Atmosphere. Those sleepy eyes don't have any highlights now.

"I'll put it together and erase it all -. It would help if Sten lived."

"Nna screw up!

Step gracefully in the air. At that moment it spinned as if it were a dance.

- Ancient spells and ghost paths -

Veroche's voice that sounds out of nowhere, like he's about to exhale and mishear.

"Instructor, it is......!!

"Shut up - if you don't want to die, you'll have to do the same -"

The man in the hat - the ripped mouth of the "rational" brawlement tightened.

Seeing it, Sten also finds himself in a state of crisis.

The third seat is the margin of the mighty, only to stare down at Veroche.

Moments, massive pops of something like a blue, white and transparent spirit from all over the ground. They are as if they seek a living creature, and they seek to assault Shithen, Yatano, or even the boys behind them.

"The ghost spiritual path - sucks and assimilates the soul the moment it is touched -. No matter how monstrous it is, the spirit of a young girl is not bad..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This! The attack is almost scary!?

"If you pass the magic, Sten should be able to cut it. Calm down."

"Ooh. You're never serious, Yatano."

"There's no use for this kind of technique other than bringing in the weak... it can't be forgiven, can it?

Oh, really. I cut it.

Yatano slowly pulled through that score, roughly speaking of such a dumb voice.

"You'll be the first to show it to Sten... my power, shall I show you"

Umbrella.

Tons of spirits fill the streets, and now that moment it's just trying to touch Yatano.

Yatano turned to Sten and flashed small.

But the grin was so powerful that they swallowed the spit even though it was Sten.

My eyes, I'm not laughing.

"Are you ready, mentor"

"Is it that joke-like skill again -...?

Like I gave up, like I gave up.

Before Veroche, who speaks such a voice, the resounding is a clear Yatano celebration.

- Divine Erosion Phenomenon (Phase Skill) [Harmonization of Heavenly Illuminating Cooking] -

Something erupted from the umbrella.

That was all, obvious to anyone's eyes.

But that's all. The moment that something of it erupts that is colorless, transparent and utterly incomprehensible, they are misty as if they were fog. No, more than fog, light. As if the sun shined in any place, something of it went across this street everywhere.

That moment.

The spirits disappear into the sky in an instant as if they were called to heaven. I can't afford to take one physical movement, in an instant so I can suck it up.

"Shit... that's good. I don't know..."

Understand the situation. No, Veroche descended to the ground.

And kick the ground properly with your heels.

Next Moment

- Ancient spells and screaming -

I wondered if the crack ran endlessly, waving like a repeated ground crack through the bump and collapse, hitting Yatano.

"Whoa, how many ancient spells do you have? Ancient spells take longer to get to know each other, don't they?

"Own two with me. The instructor's holdings are thirty-six. Instructor therefore. The culmination of the demon who presides over the spell"

"Ugh, ooh"

Ask Braulement, who should have been fleeing the Spirit in the same way, with a sense of friendship. Weaponry and killing each other is a lull, one step ahead of bumping into each other, but more than that, we needed to be concerned about the outward wars taking place.

But.

"When you let me use your umbrella..."

Light, sigh-like glossy voice color.

- Know your victory is gone.

Cracked, protruding, submerged, impending turbulence in the earth.

But the moment all of that touched Yatano, it quieted like a lie.

"So it's against the rules... oh no. It's annoying -......!

"Yatano Hussou Arklite, third chair of the Imperial College Book Mausoleum Magic Commander.

When you're against her, you turn the world against your enemies. "

The phenomenon of divine erosion, of a girl who was so stigmatized somewhere else, not in this world.

That's exactly the world itself.

"Shit......!!

Suddenly, the ground collapsed by the street.

The moment Yatano turns his eyes, a massive amount of rockfall strikes Veroche. If Yatano looks up at the sky, suddenly a black cloud appears and lightning strikes continue for Veroche.

If Yatano turns his eyes in the air, suddenly the magic spell spreads from the perimeter of Veroche.

"Kon's......!! Isn't there enough to make a joke -......!?

"I can't believe I'm joking... I only tell people who are fun to say"

"Sort of......!!

But Veroche sends all of it, and without, he unleashes the ancient spell in a barely counter-attack. Veroche does not, however, make many of the phenomena of imminent death released by the power of Yatano.

"Oh, come on, you nasty Yatano"

"I haven't been caught, so I can't help it."

"No, that's not the problem. This"

All the places where Veroche was until a few moments ago are destroyed, destroyed, and extinguished.

That's Yatano's guide. God-etching phenomenon of Yatano.

[Harmonization of Heavenly Lighting]

There was a lightning strike because you were here.

An avalanche happened because you were here.

Because you were here, there was a breakdown by accident.

Because you were here, you accidentally turned into a spiritual domain.

The air disappeared by chance because you were here.

Because you were here, there was a natural mutation.

Hence.

Therefore Yatano Hussou Arklite won.

Therefore Yatano Hussou Arklite won.

Therefore Yatano Hussou Arklite won.

Power that causes "coincidence" by scattering magic vegetables.

That's the phenomenon of Yatano's divine erosion [Harmonization of Heavenly Illuminating Regimens]

All kinds of phenomena, Mori Luo Wan takes sides.

He manipulates as freely as his hands and feet the long-standing nature that people worshipped with God more than ever before.

That's Yatano Hussou Arklite.

The third seat, of the Enchantress of the Imperial College Book and Mausoleum.

"You're already a caged bird. Be quiet... die. For the people."

"It's a consultation I can't..."

Repeating a tremendous number of shifts as if comma feed.

Yatano's attack, with all that in mind.

But Veroche laughs. Using unusual magic and protecting himself from the wrath of natural disasters, Veroche still does not afford it.

"" Reason. "If you don't want to die, you will obey me."

……

"Give out all your own magic vegetables in an instant. Now."

"Hard. Now most of the magic..."

Suddenly, Veroche metastasized in front of Braulement.

But she disappears in an instant. Because all of a sudden Grave poked out of the place. Yatano's influence is acting on everything around here.

And on top of that, when Veroche tries to use great magic, "coincidence" scatters the surrounding magic vegetables at that time. It's not that easy to retreat.

Of course there is a way to do it if you just run away, but now you must not leave fatigue behind.

That is how Veroche came to the conclusion that… "reason" was to be used.

"- Do it because it's good. I'll kill you."

"... eh.... Ha"

"She's a good girl."

Braulement squeezed out the magic and freed it.

At that moment, Yatano, who bites his teeth, screams.

"Sten, crush that hat there!!

"Okay!? Even though Mr. Veroche is nearby!? I mean, Yatano could have killed you with a stream!

"Fine!!

"Uhh...!! No, lightning strike. It's fucked up. Eh!

In the midst of lightning strikes, avalanches and ground breaks, Sten runs to kill Braulement.

Talking to Yatano, giving out auras you don't want to do, and still not slowing down at full speed.

But still, I didn't seem to make it.

- Ancient spells and serial edge avoidance -

In an instant Braulement and Veroche became translucent.

At the same time, lightning strikes through Veroche's body.

But it already seemed ineffective.

"Ah... it was my chance to crush the Divine Son of Light, hey. Well, I can't help it."

……

"Mr. Veroche......?

"Oh, Sten. I don't think I had any luck this time - but I'm not giving up. In the capital of the Holy Sepulchre when I hit it... Right, I'll try to pull up the sten from the hand of that abrasive demon - I'll be ready for that."

When I heard about the granny rubbing, Yatano's cheeks moved tingly.

But slowly becoming more transparent, Veroche seems to be able to put that aside. It disappears, along with the braulement that suffers from the recoil that freed the magic vegetables.

"This spell is the art of rewriting the facts and moving around," we were originally here. It consumes a lot of magic - I used it a little bit - "

"Me, if I became the Four Heavens King, would I be treated like this?

"No way."

There's no way that, and Veroche pointed his misplaced, gentle eyes at Sten. And I say with a tickle of laughter.

"You'd be good to me - no, I don't have time anymore, so excuse me -"

"Oh, hey."

Leaving the word behind, Veroche scratched clean off the scene.

The last, the meaning of Veroche's statement.

Trying to chew that, I get a little shoulder bang.

Looking back, there was a girl there who had sifted fiercely until earlier.

What do you mean, "When you become the Four Heavens King"? I don't think there's anything you're going to... explain, do you?

Oh, stuffed.

With his smiling, but unhighlighted eyes pointed at him, Sten let his mouth snap.