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

Late at night, I was continuing my administrative work.

Even at this time, I just don't get any new paperwork.

It will only digest.

Indoors, there was only me, Grom and Luciana.

The others are resting in separate rooms.

I ordered it.

Otherwise, it will be impossible.

They were hesitant that only they would rest first, but these are the right materials.

It is impossible to work the same way as us in the health of a normal person.

It would be helpful to have a regular life and try again tomorrow.

As the three of us worked silently, the door suddenly opened.

It was Logan who gave me a peek in the face.

He has an awkward look somewhere.

"Dwight, a guest."

I stop at his words.

And I felt like sighing.

(At this hour...)

There's only one person I know, like a visitor to me.

There can't be anyone else.

What followed Logan entering the room was the person I expected - namely Diela, the previous Demon King.

She greets us in a casual manner.

"Good evening. I'm here to see you tonight."

Diela, walking wide indoors, has peered into my hand.

She roars at this sight.

"Bye. The Lord remains steadfast. He said he lived more comfortably in the days when I was the Demon King."

"The burden of that was just turning to the Atashi and the others..."

It's Luciana who whispers and fools.

She glances at Diela.

Diela, who notices her gaze, protests all the time saying she's out of her mind.

"Luciana, do you also call me a lazy man! No, you're not. That is to preserve the majesty of the Demon King..."

"Yes, yes, because excuses are fine. If you're free, can you help me? We don't have enough men."

Luciana, with a few papers, offers it to Diella.

Diela immediately shook her head and refused.

"I don't like it. I don't like desk work."

That's what I said. When she turns behind me, she whispers with her hands.

"Wow, the Demon King. Why don't you leave such a boring task alone and fight me? Show off your newly developed moves."

"If you want a mock fight, why don't you invite Henry?"

"I also spoke to that archer, but he said he had army training and refused. That man looks rough and disciplined."

Diela says dissatisfied.

Henry seems to be conducting military training at this time as well.

It is a truly sincere attitude when it comes to battle.

The Demon King's army can continue to win in other countries, probably because there is thorough guidance by him.

"You're the only one left. Will you please listen to my wish?

"You can't throw a job out on the way. Hit the other one."

"Oh boy, be solid..."

Diela pointed her mouth.

I didn't seem convinced yet.

That's when Grom took his seat.

As he walks this way with his big crotch, he's relative in a way that looks down at Diela.

"My predecessor. Don't trouble the Demon King. I won't keep my mouth shut anymore."

"Hmm, so what are you going to do?

"Mmm..."

Grom stuffs words in Diela's return.

I guess I didn't think ahead.

The opposing Diela has a mean grin.

In the last six months, we should know each other's personalities.

She must have bothered Grom on purpose.

A grom interspersed with temporary thought erupts an orbital flame.

He grabbed his fist and declared it to Diela.

"... this grom will stop your breath!

"Be ready! Take it. Don't stand up!

Watching the exchange on the side, I get weak when I hear it.

I endured on the verge of holding my head.

(... I wonder why that happens)

Grom's thinking leaps too far.

The expression short-circuited was even raw and warm.

As a result of various emotions bumping into each other, I have come to a conclusion that I am not sure.

In the end, Grom and Diela jumped out between the glances.

I guess the two of us are going to fight now.

It is in the form of being put in Diera's mouth truck.

Luciana, who was watching the whole thing, sighed in a daze.

She asks me with a cheek wand.

"Demon King Sama, are you okay? If you like, I'll bring you back."

"No, fine. We'll finish it right now."

"Yes."

We resumed our clerical work.

The remaining Logan heads outside the room.

"For once, I'll see how it goes. I'll call you if you need anything."

"Sorry."

With Logan, we wouldn't be in trouble.

He can sedate the place.

He is a man who can scold without hesitation if his opponent is the previous Demon King.

In fact, I had witnessed those occasions many times.

I have a sense of respect for his guts.

Then I was working alone with Luciana, and now a nearby window opened.

What came indoors was Jura, possessed by the dedicated aircraft Golem.

She stands still in front of me.

"Snitch to the Master - Individual Name Grom and Individual Name Diera are relinquishing their work and interfering with it. I will advise you to deal with both of them."

"... order surveillance. Keep an eye on them."

"Accept Master's command - start tracking."

As Yura jumped out the window, she flew out of flames from the soles of her feet.

It disappears straight into the night sky.

In the end, the reason for entering the room through the window was unknown.

(Given Jura's character, he probably chose an efficient path at the shortest distance)

I feel some common sense is missing.

I still seemed to have a lot to educate.

With that in mind, Luciana chuckled.

She stretches and exhales.

"The Demon King's army is busy, too."

"Right."

I agree.

Even in the middle of the night it had become a large area to the extent that it could not calm down and do administrative work.

"Are you taking the form you want?

"I didn't expect this to happen, but it's not bad. The Demon King's Army is functioning well."

I give my opinion honestly.

Although various and unexpected people have entered, there was nothing inconvenient about it.

It's more like it's helping.

Luciana squeaks smudgingly as she looks up at the ceiling.

"Sama, the previous Demon King - I think Dear Diela is impressed too. Because it's an unthinkable sight in the old Demon King Army."

"Really?

"Yeah. Even when I say Demon King's Army, what a crude structure it was at the time. The powerful Demons fought at their discretion. I don't know if the order system was thorough, but it was about your organization. You know a lot about that, don't you?

To the question of self-derision, I nod.

More than a decade ago days were evoked in the back of my brain.

It is a time when I was only human, fighting demons for the world.

(You certainly didn't take control)

I look back at the time.

If the Demons had excellent collaborative power, mankind would not have been very hostile.

Because of those aspects, we were able to penetrate the gap.

"Don't you have the talent of a demon king to get an army and territory so far in a short period of time, even though your predecessors were at that rate? If you'd gone back to sleep at the time, it might have changed."

"... I don't know"

I give vague returns.

If I were on the Devil's side, I'm sure the end result wouldn't have changed.

Because the brave man - that man holds back the way he goes.

She would continue to protect the world regardless of my betrayal or anything.

I am well aware of being such a person.

If it's a fight, I can't beat her.

(- Even now, is it?)

I wondered.

Try to think of an answer and stop.

It was something I didn't really want to imagine.

Even extrapolating the results seemed horrible.

…………

I feel a dull headache and my gaze shifts.

Ahead, there was a crystal on the pedestal.

The remains floating in the crystal remained there unchanged.