Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The demon disappeared.

I don't know how much built-in magic Veroche Vie Atmosphere actually used, but still once she pulled me off. The desire to despair is mountainous just because we refrain from doing so behind our backs, but it still doesn't change our will to all live.

Now, if you are, you have to fight.

It may have been close to a miracle that the will to fight remained. But still, thanks to the walls, the city was safe. My family is safe, we need to keep it safe. With such decisive thoughts, the warriors turn forward.

The walls were smashed.

That fact remains the same.

It is a pretentious fact that just looking up at that collapsed wall, which still exposes itself to misery, makes me feel dark. But still.

There is only one way left to fight to protect the city.

"All armies, assault......!!

A view of a vast plain, peeking from the collapsed walls. By the way, it hurts to have splashed blood and flesh pieces creeping into the place where the sinking crater-shaped large hole was formed.

But the Demon King Army didn't seem to care about that either.

Armed forces on the front storm the arriving demon pack.

Dressed in heavy armor, he grabs the spear and confronts the Demon King's Army.

The clashes never took that long either.

"Whoa, whoa!!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!

Stick up your normal voice and squash your fears, then stick your spear out toward the Demon Clan with momentum. But the Demon Clan of the Demon King's Army is not so easy to kill.

He is a soldier of the Demon King's Army, even though he is a miscellaneous soldier to the extent that he can come out to the day. That power is unusual. Many soldiers are lightly speared and exposed to wreckage by bare hands, braces and magic. You can't lose, even if you think so, reality stands firm.

Among them, there were many demons approaching the castle gate, which should still be taken for granted.

I wonder if the first is an honor for any army, the magicians who desperately fly their magic from the top of the walls to the demons who push them. However, leaking is what comes into being, and with teeth bite they entrust their later destiny.

To the Divine Son of Light, the last fortress.

"Crain, that way!!

"I'll take care of the cover! Justa, please!!

"I know...!

"Crushing stick - true...!!

The number of demons coming to the castle gate continues to increase. Minotaur, Gova, Ignis Elemental, Lamia. Some enemies are first sighted, others are not. But he kept on fighting a series of times across the border that there was no way to get the Warcraft inside even a step from here.

Mazoku's swelling is revealed! ▼

"You're still here...!?

"The battle is not over, then it will go on forever. Hold on tight and bear it!!

"Harna is still fine!!

In line with Crain's encouragement, Harna can roar.

Justa, who can't hide the colour of fatigue, still clutches the dagger and rambles without escaping. Using a throwing knife, all of that pierced the demon clan, poking a flash of gaps and Crain putting a piece on it.

"Thanks, Justa!

"Nothing......!

Do you still have something to think about, or don't you believe out of the three who are adventurers? In any case, Crain could have put his gratitude on the table just because he was still fighting with me.

Lyudius, who was fighting right around the corner, also raises his mouth when he sees how it is.

"Not yet, you should still be able to stand it. Let's do it."

"Oh, I know!

"... I'll lend you a hand!

"Justa, wow!

Remove the knife from your nostrils as you blush red in your face at Harna, who giggles.

There is not much left. I should have stocked up on a fair amount, but still not enough at all.

The same is true of the large number of demons that reach this point, but more than that, the endurance of every demon cannot be compared to that of a human being. It didn't seem like the same bipedal organism's business, such as being skewered by as many as ten knives and still not waning in motion.

"Ah... it's time for magic"

"Harna, is that the limit!?

"Yeah, I'm fine. I can still do it! But..."

Harna's magic began to bottom-up.

Unable to hide half his marvel at the fact, Crain looked around when he realized.

A good number of casualties were scattered miserably around. The same is true of the Demons defeated by the Cranes, and vice versa, the unusual number of armed forces defeated by the Demons.

A while before the war. The sun is already setting and the area has dimmed slightly.

The increasing quantity of demons attacking was not simply because they were taking man-made sea tactics, but also because of the lack of gas from the magicians on the walls. Killed and killed, the magic power consumed is immense. Mentally fatigue won't be half of it, but it still forces the fight.

That's why there was nothing I could do.

Perhaps the potion has been replenished even above the walls. But even Harna, who possessed the potion individually in Luizawa, is so much worse than saying it already is.

If Crain looks to the front, the Demons will not loosen their hand in the attack.

I would have carried it over the next day, though, if the walls had at least worked a little more. There seems to be no other way to get the number of armed forces to give up by the end of the day than is currently being reduced in this way.

But we don't have enough of these. Not enough magic.

There are not enough hand tags to cut against the next demon clan to appear.

The bitterness of the status quo emerged and Crain accidentally bit his teeth. But there's nothing I can do about it. What Crane could do now was at least not let the Demons in the walls.

From above the walls, powerful spells still penetrate. That was probably at the hands of Schult, one of the four priests. We can still work on ourselves because he's still stomping on us. Old, people like my own grandfather struggled, but Crain couldn't turn it up.

"Gu... already, knife crap...! Sorry, I fight in the dagger......!

"Got it!

Damn, and I can see you wanting to be evil.

Over here, I turned forward. Many demons are still whining and the number of armed forces is getting smaller and smaller. As it is, it will be dropped in no time.

Let it happen, or trample on your own hometown, etc.

And that was then.

"Hmm?"

"Oh?"

Oak, Auga, Goblin, Gova. The demons that were coming this way stopped moving. What is it? Fire engulfed the perimeter before such a question could plunder the back of his brain.

"What?"

A voice leaked out of Harna's mouth. Ludius' movement stops. Justa remains alert. But Crain opened his eyes. Because that's where the amazing figure was.

"They don't stop at all. I mean, you're supposed to die doing this.... this is what's happening when I think this one's getting loud."

"Hiiragi,?

"Yay, Harna. Are you there?

"Oh yeah!! Thanks!!"

Floating in the universe, as usual, it's hard to complain about my husband.

A gorgeous girl revealed herself by pulling nine fluffy, touchy, comfortable tails.

"... well, that stops the Demons"

"Uh, softly. Am I in the way of you there swordsman?"

and grumble there as Lyudius was convinced. Hiiragi also seemed to have guessed something, and the bat scratched his head badly. At the same time, burn and kill the windy demons who are somewhere in love.

Unlike Crain, who could not hide his wars in that behavior too lightly, Ludius looked at Crain after a moment of thought.

"No... I'll join the armed forces. I'll take care of the rest."

"Ah, Rudy!?

And he saith it quickly, or he departed from the place, and pierced the devils. To too much speed, the only way to be flattered is by the crane. The reason for this was told lightly by Hiiragi.

"I don't know why you haven't... well maybe a godson of light is his trait. I always have a magical curse. Guys are a little,"

"Eh."

Looking a little sorry, Hiiragi said.

A curse of constant fascination. I was also surprised that there was such a thing, but I was thankful that the presence of Hiiragi came to this occasion. It's painful for Lyudius to fall out if you think of it as a simple force of war, but in this situation right now, repression is the thing to say.

It was more salvation than anything else that Hiiragi, who was superior to Lyudius, who could only deal with him alone, had come.

"Sticky and level-headed...... I'm just getting back what I dropped"

"Oh, I knew you were a little stronger, Mr. Hiiragi!

Hiiragi groaned pompously as he scattered the fox fire. When I hear that word, Harna laughs like she's in tune with something. Since when have we been so close? No, I knew we were having a little conversation at Merikido's inn.

But I didn't know that she, the Demon Clan, would give us a hand.

Is there still some kind of circumstance in Hiiragi similar to that in Sten?

With that in mind, Sakukukukukura Crain is spreading his delusions in his brain. The question was to be raised from somewhere else.

"Why do you, the Demon Clan, give me a hand..."

"... I wonder why"

Justa pointed his frigid eyes at Hiragi. As much as it was an enemy to her, Crain knew. I knew, but therefore I understood Justa's question.

And against such words Hiiragi opened his eyes as bewildered for a moment. Then I looked at Harna, and then I said, yeah.

"Maybe your feelings have shifted, I guess. I wonder what his influence might be."

The right arm, wielded in conjunction with the word, wraps the flame and turns it into a dragon.

Looking at the end of that terrible fire dragon eating through one Demon Nation after another, Hiiragi looked far and said.

"I can't believe you gave a hand to a human being... you've changed me too"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

The intense blow slashing and tearing the air broke the ground with the swing.

Its kinetic energy was violent enough to give the illusion that it had come down from the sky, and the demonic clan, which had solidified a few people on the spot, was exhausted by a slaughter that would crush the house.

A red-haired swordsman, rising from a knee-jerked position on the landing. The demons around him suddenly appear. But whenever he jumped to add an attack, he was truncated by that sword and bounced off with the kind of destructive power he had been beaten.

Underfoot are the corpses of many armed forces. The conflagration zone between the demons and the armed forces was pushed more and more on its front, even making me wonder if the fierce battlefield would be shifted to the castle gate any longer.

There it appeared, Lyudius Fossalena Grand Galea, Prince of the Kingdom. For once, I am now laying low on its origins, but the noble and crude intimidation I feel from its appearance is just what the King deserves.

So much so that the demons, who would not be inferior in strength at all, would be put under pressure.

But there's only one person. And a swordsman who specializes in one-on-one. Numerous passives make it imperative that fatigue push and defeat. That cannot be unknown to the demons who are familiar with the struggle. Exceptions are enough for three.

It's just a duck, no matter how horrible. The demons who so judged attacked Lyudius one after the other. But all of it is played by his sword moves.

And after burying a dozen demons, Lyudius twirled his sword into hiring, feeling something, and put that sword back on his back.

Demons who don't understand the behavior for a moment, but they quickly go for a reason. Rather than, it was only from around Lyudius that he began to leave the moment he sensed it.

"I didn't expect to be here alone. Madness. Imagine you want me to kill you."

"If you screw your balls, you'll disappear. And these guys."

"I mock you for not being able to defeat me. I thought you forgot to scatter it last time."

"... it wasn't like me then, was it?

……

Appearing in front of me was a long man wearing a swallow tail suit. Faces like a mask rip off his mouth, a young man in a cloister-style figure wearing a silk hat.

There is one Demon Army Four Heavenly Kings, the "Reason" brawlement.

"Crain said. He said he wasn't considered for a role in the party. But on the contrary, my thoughts on solo were sweet. I didn't know what to do when I was alone."

There are no more sword bands that were on my hips then. But he is a swordsman. Without a sword, I'm not a swordsman. That is, he will have a sword elsewhere, and that is nothing more than a sword on his back that he had lightly fascinated earlier.

"There's no recovery, no backup, no friends to fight alongside. Then the only side is the field."

Grab the grip that was behind your right shoulder. Then the sword that fell out of the sheath was as huge as Lyudius' height. The more you pierce the ground, the wider it seems to play the role of appearance, and its sword body shines in silver.

The name is Buster Blade.

"... I'll smash you straight, Four Heavens King"

"... I'll try, but there's a good garbage bug"

Words whining to throw away became a signal of battle.

Ludius, with his mouth raised, grabs the buster blade and storms.

"- Ancient spells - one steel strikes out -"

"Ha......!!

What strikes me is the steel thread that strikes from all directions endlessly.

Lyudius leaped, hitting the buster blade on the ground for what it might be.

"Gu......!

"Ha, late!!

Soil smoke blocks sight. The braulement, perceived to have fled into the air with no control of steel threads, releases steel threads even towards the sky. But.

"This big sword..."

"Huh!"

Still, the momentum of the falling buster blade will not stop as it crashes into massive amounts of steel thread. On the contrary, the steel thread, which should have aimed at the Lyudius body, is blocked by its large sword and bounced around the house.

"- Can you beat such a soft yarn!!

"Damn!?

During the descent, Braulement jumped in haste. However, a small amount of soil hits the ground with recoil from the ground collapsed by a buster blade slammed to the ground without rest.

"Oh!

"Ha, I'll revenge you, silk hat bastard!!

puffiness, and the feeling that some steel threads were cut off by the current shock.

In dismay, we need a hand against Lyudius, who is paying for the buster blade to Yokohama. Rotate multiple steel threads in circles and release them like tornados.

"Sweet, don't look at the Four Heavens. Wow!!

"Damn...... Awwwwwww!!

Gyagi, and the metal sound of steel and steel thread rubbing. Regardless of the braulement that was away, Lyudius, who rang in front of him, did not accumulate.

But still, Lyudius doesn't stop. Shake off the vortex of steel thread as hard as you can to bounce it straight off.

But even that moment is enough for Braulement.

A flash from the leap is not the earlier soft steel thread technique.

"- Ancient spells and dragon scales through -"

A move wearing a blade of Lyudius then. Several intertwined steel threads hit the buster blade.

"It's over!!

"Chi...!!

A sword is brittle. If it is also drilled near the center of the sword body, the more the hole is rampantly drilled, the more it runs the crack. It is nothing more than an act of weapon destruction with tremendous precision.

So for a swordsman, that's fatal, and I only know one brawlement, such as a swordsman, whose moves don't work.

So when it came to Lyudius, when it came to buster blades, it was the same thing. The last time they blurted me, it was because of this dragon scale pass.

The steel thread contacts the buster blade.

That, it was a moment.

"Crushing stick - true!!

The steel thread, whose inner belly was beaten by someone, which was imminent to the sight of Ludius. Naturally the steel thread was out of balance, and in a few moments the buster blade destruction failed.

Braulement stares hatefully at intruders. And Lyudius with such a complex look, like a relieved and bad one.

"I won't let you do it alone. It's sloppy. I can't believe you're fighting alone."

"Crain."

The intruder rose out of a swinging position while spinning the stick at an awesome speed. The yarn of battle broke once, and Lyudius looked at him with the buster blade in his grip.

Crain Farbnil is the Divine Son of Light.

He has lived as a farmer's son in one country in the southern part of the diocese. He is the Divine Son of Light, who was suddenly expected to be the qualities of the Divine Son of Light, who resided in himself two years and not long ago, and was to be raised as a trump card for the Patriarchate.

Beside drilling to beat the fierce men I met in the middle of my adventure, my heart ties with rivals, which I can call my best friend, also increased again.

That's why they can't even admit it, like they're about to lose that rival where they don't know it.

When we fight, together.

"I'm the one who wants to pay my debts."

With a belligerent grin, Crain stares at Braulement.

Back together, facing in the same direction.

"Then... do it, Crain"

"Of course you do."

Exactly the same card as last time.

But the protagonists grow. How can I win? Next time you earn experience in order not to lose, change weapons, change operations, next time you just turn forward.

So you never end up losing.

Because that's the protagonist.

"Let's go -"

"- Braulement of reason!!

Lyudius and Crain braved the assault.

The welcome depression braulement begins with a large number of steel threads.

Ludius leaping out to the front of Crane takes it by wrapping up steel threads with that buster blade.

"Chi no!! The human condition is unpleasant! No, no, no!

"Crain!!

"I know!! Crushing stick - true!!

I wonder. Crane jumped on the stepping stone of the buster blade.

Strike the rotating rod toward the braulement.

Moment after moment, the crushing rod explodes.

"Haaaaaaaaaa!!

Blowing brawlement. Something falls out of it.

But I don't have time for those things.

Braulement regained his position in the air and manipulated the steel thread again while braking with his right foot.

"- Ancient spells and dragon scales through -!!"

Several steel threads are intertwined, becoming one sharp spear and attacking Crane.

"Dead, yeah, yeah!!

"Ahhhhhhhh!!

Lyudius, kneeling in a low position, paid the steel thread approaching Crane from the bottom.

The steel thread is distorted, unorbited and scattered.

"Your weakness would be the brittleness of the weapon... but if you try to calm down, isn't that a big deal, Four Heavens King...!!

"It's uncomfortable to be seen sweetly! Unpleasant!! Rotten in Death Miscellaneous!!

A quantity of steel thread paints an endless trajectory of what would have been twice as much earlier.

Through it, Lyudius runs through the buster blade with one hand.

"- Ancient spells and one steel strike out -!!"

"Shit......!!

Steel threads spinning, bending, roaring and approaching Lyudius.

But in a situation surrounded by its steel thread, Lyudius spins as if he were a fighter, intertwining and removing the thread.

"Become......!!

"You were a brittle enemy if the seed cracked, Braulemento!!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

This situation where the means of yarn is sealed and both hands cannot be physically removed.

What emerged from behind Lyudius was Crain shaking up the stick and approaching.

If they keep swinging it down, now it's time for awesome damage to hit them from the brain.

"Heh... meh... Runaaaaaaaa!!

"Huh!?

"Crain!!

Braulement shook his legs off with an upper kick procedure while keeping his hands motionless.

Crain notices the brilliant silver wire. He also planted steel threads on his feet.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!

Crain rolled more and more down to the ground in the severe pain of being torn off both arms and legs.

"- Ancient spells and dragon scales through -"

"Shit......!!

At that moment, the steel thread also strikes Ludius, who grips the buster blade with the steel thread wrapped around it. If you get dragon scaled through, this buster blade is...

"Awwwwwwwww!!

But.

I yelled. Crain rose up roaring.

I can still do it. The damage of a single blow should still be called the Four Heavens King, despite the fact that it's more powerful than that. Still, Crain stood up.

Still, it's bloody. Still grabbing the stick and standing up, dyeing the blubber and the ground to the vermilion.

Ludius acted fast in putting that into perspective.

"Become......!!

"Haaaaaaaaaa!!

Lyudius turned his back, sheltering his sword, to a blow through the dragon scale that was heading for the buster blade. Blunt pain piercing the abdomen. But in that moment the upset braulement. Too much time for Lyudius to plunge the entangled buster blade.

Cut the buster blade straight from the dragon scale through and swing it down with a knife that returns it towards the surrounding steel thread again.

"Damn......!?

There is soil smoke, and most of the steel thread hits the ground.

As long as we have that time, we can afford it.

"Do it!! Crayyyyyyyy in!!"

Which is quicker than shouting Lyudius, the bloody crane shakes up the blasting stick just waiting for that machine. And then he slammed that stick against the brainy of the immobile brawlement, sealed with steel thread.

"Blasting stick - true!!!!!!!!"

"but ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Awesome bursting sound.

The impact on the steeple point of cerebral weather was definitely achieved.

Crane falling down on the spot and a brawlement that won't move one finger while producing black smoke due to damage to the brain weather. To that sight, which appeared in his sight when the dust cleared, Lyudius lowered his chest relieved and bowed his knees intact.

Stab the buster blade and lean against its sword belly.

"... are you all right, Crain..."

"What..."

"No healing pills..."

"I know..."

"You got him..."

"I can manage..."

A short distance from Braulement, Crane and Ludius were powerless to expose themselves to it.

Watch the demons rush back when they see Braulement hit.

"The castle gate...?

"Mr. Hiiragi is here..."

"I guess I'll be fine with that guy..."

"Guide the goddess Krunair..."

"Stop being a godson of light, as I recall."

"... in fact... I just have to pray..."

"Right..."

Full of creativity.

While I remember that feeling somewhere relieved, done.

For a while, I've been doing that.

And that was then.

"Ugh..."

Voice.

As soon as you understand where that sounded from, the two turn to you like they were played.

Braulement of reason.

I was wondering if he wasn't dead yet, before he squeezed the power of None and stood up.

"... not yet... not yet... this, shard... even..."

"What... it..."

Stone with a disastrous colour, which was falling to the ground.

Braulement, who held it with his trembling hands, raises his bloody face and his mouth angle.

"... this, even..."

That's all I said, Braulement swallowed the stone.

Moments.

"Ah......................................................................................."

"What... what...?

"No... I don't know..."

Bubble, and a tremendously poisonous air that envelops the surroundings.

Black smoke that stands as if it were wolf smoke from its center, the Braulement. It wraps around him like a mist, loosening, and shaking like a ghost, Braulement rises.

That intimidating feeling is not an earlier ratio.

"Crouch up, ooh, ooh, ooh!!

It was like a roar.

And the braulement remains an unseemly eye of life.

"Crouch up, ooh, ooh, ooh!!

He jumped with tremendous momentum, without worrying about his bloody head, despite the unnaturally shaped legs that would have been broken. I don't even know where it's going.