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

In the meadow away from the king's capital, I was sitting on a rock.

I see two backs up front.

It's Logan, the Elf's chief, and Yura, the Great Spirit's split.

Clear your ears, you'll hear the conversation between the two.

"The flow generally takes this form. See?"

"Understand the content of the instruction - move into practice"

Nodded Yura manipulates magic.

The trees grew so as to break the ground.

The tree quickly grows to such height that it can be called a great tree.

(The procedure is also stable. brilliant)

What Yura exercised was spiritual magic.

It was just a technique Logan taught me.

Since she is a split of the Great Spirit, she can be described as compatible with Spirit Magic above all else.

When it comes to aptitude, it would also exceed the elf.

That's where Logan suggested that we let him learn spiritual witchcraft.

Yura herself was on board, so she just decided.

According to him, he's happy to do more.

I have mastered various techniques in that condition since morning.

Logan was also oddly strained for a serious and well-made student.

(That's a peaceful sight...)

Three days early from the confrontation with the previous demon king.

The demon kingdom had restored peace.

The activity of the dispatched deliveries has also rendered helpless the demons and warcraft that were rampant everywhere.

I was currently in the middle of reconstruction work.

I asked the delivery about the situation at the time, and they didn't have any particularly dangerous occasions.

Durahan's Dorda, who had rational concerns, also struggled to protect the city's people, he said.

He said he maintained his sanity during the battle.

Although, as soon as he returned, he returned to his usual condition.

Though I'm not sure about the ecology, it seems that he worked hard to become a Dorda.

I drop my eyes in the glass at hand.

It was sacred to fruit liquor and was one of the experiments for the immortal to enjoy eating and drinking.

As far as beverages are concerned, they have not yet succeeded.

I wish this would be a step forward.

I try to carry the glass to my mouth.

At that time, strange signs appeared behind him.

I look back in the same position.

There stood a long woman wearing a black piece.

Long dark blue hair on gray skin.

Of the two horns on the side head, one is missing as if cut with something.

In contrast to his youthful appearance, his golden eyes had an old glow.

I'm staring at this one looking funny.

He was the previous demon king.

I am not hallucinating or anything.

She's the one who should have killed you, standing right in front of you.

While I am perplexed, the Demon King has raised his hand to greet me.

"Hey, it's been three days."

…………

I get stiff without being able to respond.

Soon, I was spilling a glass of booze.

Your feet are wet, but you can't afford to just care.

Logan and Jura, who noticed strangely, were looking at this one.

Especially Logan, who looks incredible.

He was in a combat position silently.

I control them with my gaze.

It's dangerous to move poorly.

The demon king's consciousness is right for me.

It would be wise not to irritate here.

I cast my natural doubts on the Demon King.

"Why are you alive"

"That's what I don't even know. He was resuscitated when he realized it."

The Demon King, who tells the troubles, begins to tell the story to this day.

She was supposed to have died in the battle with me when she woke up about half a day ago in the Old Demon Territory.

They say the ashed flesh is back to normal, and there are no missing memories, etc.

Unable to grasp the matter, the Demon King said that after continuing to roam the deserted earth, he sensed my position and came to see me.

"The Lord is a wise man. Wouldn't you like to unravel the cause of resuscitation?

"Even if they say so..."

I pay attention to the state of the Demon King from a magical point of view.

Seemed to be undergoing even more mutations three days ago.

It seems to have a mighty magic power, but it is contained by nature.

The demon king would have immediately detected it.

There was definitely some change.

"Look, let me show you my enemy's brains."

"I don't have to be told to think about it"

For some reason I pile up my reflections, approximating the demon king who seems to have fun to tear up.

And spinning up one reasoning.

(... maybe my behavior is the cause?

I destroyed the horn, the catalyst of resurrection.

It was an imperative over the murder of the Demon King, and it destabilized the art of connecting her to and stopping the world.

The Demon King's flesh at this time is in search of the lost catalyst.

If you like, it's close to a human sinking in the water trying to breathe.

It is a predicament to die if you do not.

Here the will of the person does not intervene, and the flesh instinctively searches the path of survival.

I stabbed the Shapely Sword at the Demon King in such a state.

As a result, this tasted bad.

The Sword of Shape is an edge weapon to the Demon King.

The moment I stabbed the stop, it probably acted as a lost catalyst.

Even though the Demon King will die a second time, the ritual itself will be revived, and she is supposedly resurrected by time difference.

"- That's my reasoning. Are you satisfied?

"Hmm. I don't know about tricky magic, but if the Lord says so, it's probably a good fit."

The demon king growls with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

It was a face I didn't really understand.

(Speaking of which, you were oblivious to magical knowledge)

The technique she can use without chanting is all exercised with sensation.

It was entirely a gift of nature.

The power of chains of light and holy swords acquired after resurrection is also different from systematic sorcery.

Rather equal to intrinsic abilities, I guess the Demon King still used it in his senses.

That didn't seem to convey her current reasoning.

(Hmm...)

I keep an eye on the Demon King.

At present, I can't feel any connection between the Sword of Shape and the Demon King.

The function of the catalyst has been lost.

This resurrection seemed like a one-time miracle.

In other words, the Demon King now carries out life activities without a catalyst.

It's something that's going to become unstable and self-destruct again, but as far as the magic flow is concerned, it's not a problem.

Originally, at the time of ashes, the art of resuscitation was supposed to go bankrupt.

But when the Sword of Shape is used as the catalyst, the implanted technique is being reconstructed.

The Demon King thus achieved a perfect resurrection that did not require a catalyst.

Incredible, but you can't deny the reality in front of you either.

It is not something that any process can do aimed at, but a phenomenon that the accidental pile would have invited.

Thousands of reproductions of the same thing didn't seem to produce the same result.

(... is this also the work of the world's will?

It's becoming the norm now, but I have to doubt it again this time.

The Demon King contains the ashes of the modern brave and Virgin.

They are heroes chosen by the will of the world.

Those who have taken power by miracle.

At the time of death, that power may have worked for the Demon King as well.

She had regrets at death.

That must have been a factor driving resuscitation, too.

There was nothing wrong with that happening.

The Demon King's presence on this occasion was, for the first time, convincing.

However, I have to ask her something.

I'll make sure of that.

"Is this how you came to see me, you're going to kill each other again"

"No way. Using the power of borrowing, I was defeated by your Lord. Now I don't have a bad temperament."

The Demon King shakes his head to the side.

I knew that thinly.

I could not feel any hostility from her and her words and actions were very calm.

So much so that I suspect you are truly the Demon King.

"I'm retired from the Demon King, too. Neither willing to fight the Lord nor willing to resume the conquest of the world"

"Right..."

With the Demon King's affirmation, I stroke my chest down.

This will make things easier once the commotion is back on track.

There are other cases that need to be cleared up.

I wanted this to be over.

That's when the Demon King smiles deeply.

She pointed at me.

"I'm more interested in the future of the Lord than that"

- What?

"What path will my different aspiring juniors take? That's what I want to see."

The Demon King stated that well.

It doesn't look like you're lying or joking.

She has a serious interest in me.

"Because I meant to die beautifully, but I came back to life. I'm embarrassed, but I'm not going to reopen this place. Second... No, I'm gonna sing a third life."

"... wait. Exactly."

"I've already decided where to live. Let me use the territory I once ruled. I'm not your neighbor anymore."

The Demon King was already on board.

When my protest is also blocked, I deal with it in a friendly manner.

Honestly, it's a pretty annoying story, but it seems to be a decision in her.

So the demon king, who stopped laughing, peered into my orbit with mysterious eyes.

She whispers in an atmosphere reminiscent of what used to be.

"- But if there is anything that the Lord can do, I will not hesitate to take over the Demon King's Army. Don't forget that."

"Demon King, you..."

Again, I utter my objections.

Then she pushed her mandible up with her fingers.

Stopping me from speaking by doing so.

"The Demon King is the Lord. Call me Diela about me. It's a name I threw away a long time ago, but it's just right for me to lose anyone."

The previous Demon King - Diela said so, taking her fingers off me and arming her.

She raises one cheek and makes a grin.

"Modern Demon King, thank you again"

"... welcome"

I reluctantly respond.

Unfortunately, I didn't feel like I could beat you in an argument.

Additionally, Diela doesn't seem to really intend to conquer the world.

Then you don't even have to bother to kill him.

To listen to her, you could consider it a neutral relationship close to your side.

Though I still can't be trusted, I want to see how things go first.

(Reconciliation with the previous demon king, or...)

Rebellion in my heart, but I still can't believe it.

But the sight in front of us is reality.

If I were to state my personal feelings, this settlement was never a bad one.

There was a feeling that we had liquidated each other's causes in a battle three days earlier.

Regardless, it doesn't affirm Diela's past vices.

On top of that, I have myself trying to accept a new neighbor.

I felt like something had moved forward on the mental side.

I'm sure it's not a mistake.

It's an odd closing, but it's falling in my heart.

(... the world is what you don't think it is)

Looking back, it always was.

I always remember confronting my ordeal.

Maybe he was born under those stars.

Thinking I'd make it, I shrugged my shoulders when I saw Diela.