The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

I stop the sword on the brink.

Because there was a part of Machia's words that could not be seen.

Reduce the killing and look down at her silently.

Machia, with a rough breath, grinned painfully.

"Didn't you hear that? I said you hated humans and enjoyed killing them."

"I don't, I don't hate humans, I don't hate them. I'm just killing you as a necessary act."

"Then why are you hurting me like this? Not to kill in one breath and enjoy watching you suffer?

Machia gets up.

The coat, which was pure white, was bloody.

I dropped my finger. My hand is turned back and I can't see it.

As if driven by some impulse, Machia continues her pursuit of me.

"Even the soldiers do. You were hunting them down with magic. I purposefully locked him in a junction of ridiculous size and burned him to death in flames."

"… it is the result of a search for efficiency and safety. The more brutal you are, the less morale you can have. It was the best solution to fighting individually."

I quietly argue.

That phase didn't concern me with wear and tear.

It was important to sharpen soldiers quickly and accurately.

I had no choice but to use such a method of warfare because it would be troublesome to escape all over the city.

"... eh"

At that time, Machia fluttered a little.

It would be a bleeding disorder.

When she bites her lips, she turns her sharp gaze to me.

"Efficiency and safety, right? Then why are you in front of me with your sword? You could have killed him by magic from afar, couldn't you? There's no point in purposefully killing me with a sword, alone and without magic. Did you want to inflict so much pain?

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"I can't make excuses. It's a picture star, right?

Machia, in tune, scoffed at this sight.

She shows no fear when she says a sword is raised in front of her.

"In the first place, why are you a demon king? Because I knew you liked killing people?

"It's for world peace. By my reign, I can stop human strife relative to each other"

"You mean deterrent? Heh, I didn't know. I can't believe the Demon King is thinking of that... it's a stupid escape!

Machia suddenly screams as she nodded along the way.

She would, or she punched my chest with one safe hand.

"There's no way I can do that! You just want to kill people for a reason. You're assuming you're just playing the bad guy. You're such a coward!

Machia is tattered with an awesome sword screen.

What's there is anger.

Furious, she has been banging words into her emotions.

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I say nothing back.

I didn't have a word to deny her claim.

Put down your sword and listen to its claims.

"You know, there's been some resentment for humans in the past, right? I know. Because I've seen all the dirty parts of humans since I was young. You must be deeply desperate for humans."

"Deep despair......"

I rebuke the word.

Running around the back of your brain is countless memories.

My chest and one eye ache and complain of slight pain.

"Demon King... what you want to do is not be deterrent. Revenge on humans. I'm just waging violence with the premise of world peace. That's the worst thing you can do. You know that, don't you? You know, you really do. Aren't you just distracting yourself from that?

"What do you want to say?"

When I asked, Machia suddenly got angry.

And gently put one hand on my chest that thrust.

"I'll help you get revenge. You sure suck, but there's room for sympathy. I think there was a past that just hated humans. Poor thing, how cruel you've been."

Machia smiles with a tender look.

The harsh cursing earlier was as warm as a lie.

"Why do you do this kind of imitation"

"I lost the war. I can't go back to my country. You will be destroyed for crushing an elite army. Then you're smarter than that, aren't you?

The hand placed on my chest moved, this time accompanied by my cheek.

Her eyes are moisturized, her face trendy.

Machia slowly closes her face as she stretches her back and whispers.

"I'm the only one who can understand you. I'm the only one who can heal you. I'll do anything. So..."

"It's a wish."

I blocked Machia's words and stuck out the sword of shapes.

The tip breaks her torso.

I would have pierced it from the senses to the back.

I lifted my sword as it was.

Machia floating in the universe vomits blood.

That came down to me relentlessly.

Standing white smoke.

The blood of the Virgin burns herself.

Machia took something off.

It was a dagger of holy attributes.

The pattern is tied with a string.

"Hmm."

I glance at one hand of Machia without a finger.

On his wrist, he wore untied strings and ornaments.

It is of the same kind as a string tied to a dagger.

Makia was sneaking a dagger in one of her hidden hands.

It would have been forcefully secured with strings and ornaments.

I think he was working so that the spike could be released even without his fingers.

If you force it in from close range, the immortal will be mortally wounded even if there is no momentum.

If Machia, who has no chance of winning, is the only way to go.

"It upsets me with spicy accusations and immediately afterwards invites me to be flexible and alarmed with sweet words. I thought aggressively under these circumstances."

I tell Machia.

At the stage of her rise, I knew she had a dagger hidden away.

To distract me, Machia was carrying out a series of strangulations.

Of course not everything would be acting, but that's why there was something really looming.

Makia used her own emotions to try to kill me.

(That spirit that doesn't give up winning until the end and tries to grab a hand in reversal. Machia would undoubtedly be a hero)

I felt I could see why she was chosen by the will of the world, without extraordinary talent.

They must have bought this spiritual power.

While experiencing an overwhelming difference in power, it is rare for anyone to be able to move toward victory.

Indeed, Machia stands out for her chronism and arrogance over her immaturity.

But at its root, he had enough ways to be a hero.

"Ah, haha... I knew, I didn't..."

Machia laughs powerlessly.

The light in my eyes is fading.

The sword is piercing the torso.

Definitely a fatal wound.

That's right. She's convinced of defeat and death, too, she won't resist with her hands and feet hanging.

"... hey. Tell me."

"What?"

"What do you think of the human being that I said earlier...?

I remain silent on inquiries from Machia.

I thought about it carefully.

I felt like I shouldn't be deluded here.

After a long silence I reveal to the Virgin.

"- In deep psychology, you hate it. There can't be no resentment. I... that's all we got."

I can no longer deny it.

I recognized the starch in the depths of my heart.

It was an emotion that I had unconsciously not touched.

Perhaps I also have a sense of despair for humans.

I guess it was because of despair that I realized that humans wouldn't change, that I became the Demon King.

And I chose the path to scratch the world.

Interpretation, I'm human too.

Where it transformed into an ugly immortal figure, the essence is the same as when it was Dwight Harveld.

No matter how much you fix it, your mind doesn't disappear.

That it was impossible to abandon our personal feelings and work for world peace.

"But the purpose of world peace is sincere. Not pre-construction to satisfy vengeance. I want to change this cruel world"

If it is to exchange purpose, it also feeds on dirty personal feelings.

If world peace is to be forthcoming, you are most welcome.

I'm not in a position to say beautiful things.

I had to make peace at the end of evil.

"I know this is not the best thing to do. But I will definitely do it. Because I'm moving on with the lives of my victims."

"Reopen, you know... I think I'm gonna throw up."

Machia laughs bitterly as she bleeds.

The blood flowing from my torso was wetting my hand by passing on my sword.

The momentum is also beginning to diminish.

There's no more blood left to spill.

Machia's eyesight was becoming obscure.

Suspicious if you see me already.

I pronounce her again.

"Virgin Machia Lynn Meeditortia. I'll affirm you. But I'm the one who won. Sleep with regret."

"Here, is... a kind word, something to say, isn't it? Thin love..."

Makia tells me to blame me.

She was laughing as if she were frightened.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't think of any thoughtful words."

"... yes. Fine... nothing"

Whimpering interruptedly, Machia closes her eyes.

I lost as much and leaned over, pulling out my strength.

It stops moving.

Left in the city of dawn, I lowered the Virgin's body to the ground.

Dry winds blow through the city.

Take off your hood and hope the streets try to welcome you in the morning.

The city full of death was, ironically, quiet.