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

The destination was a semi-destructed stretch of city.

It is a city of imperial territory.

There were no people around, just corpses peeking into the rubble gap.

That much I recognize, I sense a massive magic reaction forward.

Countless grains flew in trying to penetrate the sky.

(What?

I keep an eye on them.

Falling was a grain of magical ice.

The grains come to us with the momentum of heavy rain.

Never a natural phenomenon.

I can't see him, but it would be the work of the Great Spirit.

It also fits in directions.

(all of a sudden...)

I used defensive magic and put up barriers to protect myself and Logan.

Immediately afterwards, the ice grains descend into the surrounding area.

Nearby buildings were crushed and the ground plowed.

Traces of civilization are anointed by destruction.

Cracks also run in the defensive magic that I let unfold.

I practiced additional defensive witchcraft on top of each other as it was about to crack.

endure more while trying to grasp the situation.

The ice grains never show signs of stopping.

It was plunging down and inflicting constant destruction.

The streets, which were so painfully left behind, have lost their original form.

Logan, on the other hand, was concentrating hand in hand next door.

He tells me as he sharpens his eyesight.

"I captured the Great Spirit. I will now attempt a dialogue by spiritual language. Can we buy some more time?"

"No problem."

I answer defensive magic with even more multiple activations.

Ice storms are a fearsome power, but not too much.

I am supplied from the valley of the dead, with almost endless magic.

The speed of magic recovery was exceeding the speed of consumption.

If you care about that, you can also defend it semi-permanently.

Logan's magic grows, and he closes his eyes and whines about something.

It's not a magic chant.

The elaborated magic was projected in the direction of the ice grains flying in.

Logan repeats the task several times.

- It's over.

Eventually, Logan opens his eyes and solves the arrangement.

At the same time, the ice grain stopped.

He was able to interact well to see how he himself was no stranger.

That's the Elf's chief.

I alone could not gain room for dialogue and I had to keep fighting like this.

Standing by on the spot, the magic reaction we've been detecting approaches.

It was the blue-white light of the human form that slipped through the air and traveled.

The shape of the face is ambiguous and has a certain degree of people-like irregularity.

I can see being a woman because of her long hair and her approximate physical appearance.

That person-shaped light would be the Great Spirit.

By confronting each other in this way, we can clearly recognize the overwhelming magic.

It was clear that it had different dimensions of strength.

I just find that look somewhat uncomfortable.

The quality and quantity of magic to be enclosed is undoubtedly first-class, but the magic flow was unnatural.

I can't even detect where my soul or nucleus deserves it.

Contrary to the enormous power, there is a strange swing in presence.

…………

I wonder, concentrate and analyze my consciousness.

As a result, it was found that the Great Spirit was formed by a magic supply.

That said, it's not fake.

I guess the Great Spirit in front of you is not a body, but a pseudo-created split.

Even though I was concerned about the location of the main unit, I couldn't find it that far.

The Great Spirit descends before us, roughly through the thoughts behind our brains.

"What are Elves and Immortals? That's a rare combination."

Clear female voice.

It doesn't make me feel much of an emotion, and I get the impression that I'm objectified somewhere.

I asked timidly.

"You're a great spirit, aren't you?

"Yeah, whatever. Who are you people?

"I am the Demon King"

The Great Spirit, who heard this answer, changed the atmosphere a little.

I feel like I have no heart or interest.

Apparently, the Demon King's name was worth it.

"- Well. There have been many in the past who name the Demon King, but your origins are distinct. What about you?

"Logan Lynn Freetilt. He's a chief in the World Tree Forest"

"Were you the protector of the world tree? Thank you for all your hard work."

The Great Spirit speaks in a more gentle tone than I did.

After all, the elves and spirits are deeply connected, and their relationship seems to be good.

Glad Logan was with us.

The Great Spirit who finishes his greeting looks at us alternately.

"What can I do for you two like that"

"I don't want you to wreak havoc on the human country any more"

"Why is that? You must be the Demon King. I don't know why we're sheltering mankind."

The Great Spirit who hears what I want only questions incomprehensibility.

A natural reaction.

This is not a believable story about demon kings trying to protect humans.

So I give the answers I had prepared in advance.

"Because I plan to occupy this land. Too much damage can cause inconvenience."

"I cannot accept that hope. The men of this land have brought forth my secret stones. We're not going to stop the destruction until it's returned."

The Great Spirit shook his head.

I touch what she tells me.

"You haven't got it back yet"

"Smartly enough, the art of cover-up doesn't tell us where it is. We destroyed the big cities whose reactions disappeared, but unfortunately we couldn't find them."

The Great Spirit speaks in a chilling tone.

I was slightly irritated by the words.

Although it is slightly less calm.

It would mean that secret stones are so important to the Great Spirit.

Anger over the theft was seeping out.

(But did it still remain stolen...)

I find new information surprising.

I thought the secret stone had already been taken back.

Nor is it difficult with the power of the Great Spirit.

In fact, I hear the Empire has vanished.

This means that the man who brought up the secret stone is alive and will be dazzling his whereabouts.

It's hard to be bold and unapologetic to let the Great Spirit out.

I don't know what you're going to do, but I admire its ability to act.

I was listening and wondering what was going on, and I went on to ask the Great Spirit questions.

"If you find the secret stone, will you stop the killing?"

"Never forgive masterminds and associates, but let's get angry first"

The Great Spirit declares.

There is no choice but to wipe out the mastermind and those involved.

It is a legitimate right she has.

I'm not so fond of people that I want to save even the person who caused it.

"Okay. Then I'll take back my secret stone."

"Is it possible for you?

"Possible."

I assure you immediately.

The opposing Great Spirit has stared silently at this one.

I return my gaze silently as well.

In breathless silence we see each other.

It was the Great Spirit who took his gaze off first.

Without her shoulder strength, she tells us with a gentle mouthful.

"Fine. I left it to you guys. I will wait here. Bring it within three days."

"Okay."

I nodded deeply.

And before anything extra happens, I'll take Logan and transfer him to King's Capital.

Between returning sights.

Logan, looking around, sits down on the carpet weakly.

When he exhaled heavily, he looked at me.

"That was a strong negotiation. Thanks to you, I chilled my liver."

"If it was a battle, I was just confident I could defeat it. I can still handle the main unit, even if it's split."

Firstly, we lock ourselves in the junction of temper and force them to cut off the magic supply from the main body.

Crush the opponent's strengths and the rest can be definitely butchered with witchcraft and swordsmanship.

Even if another split came later, I was going to twist it down as well.

You won't win first if you try helplessly, but you can deal with it as long as you know how the opponent's powers work.

These kinds of analyses and measures are my specialty.

In my lifetime, when I was fighting the Demons, I used this ability to the fullest.

When dealing with superficials, we have to confront them with tactics and craftsmanship.

I couldn't use a method of warfare or anything like that that that pushes me off with mighty force like the present.

I was feeling a little nostalgic this time because there was such a past.

"... didn't you become immortal and lose your fear?

"I think so."

I responded quietly to Logan.