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

That evening I was on the roof of the castle.

Stand in the highest position in the Wang Dynasty, overlooking the streets beneath your eyes.

The land, once the city of the undead, was once again vibrant.

There is no shadow once upon a time, and it functions as a new capital.

…………

A strong wind blows through.

The sky was getting darker and darker.

There are no clouds today.

You will see a beautiful night sky.

The truth is, we have to move forward with administrative work.

While doing this, there will be more cases to digest gradually.

It's about time the delivery guys struggled.

I don't have time to be lazy.

But I didn't feel like putting my hands on them.

When I stood there without doing anything, I heard footsteps behind my back.

Signs of appearance stop by my side.

"What's up? Are you waiting in the starry sky?"

Looking back, it's Logan there.

Arming himself, he looks at me with emotionally unreadable eyes.

I felt pursued something and somewhat uncomfortable.

I shake my head about that feeling.

"I have no taste in astronomical observation"

"I know."

Logan responded instantly and came one step closer.

And ask me in a quiet tone.

"Dwight, what's bothering you"

…………

I tend to lay low and be silent.

If it weren't for the body of the bone, I would have been overtly upset.

But Logan would also be aware of my state of mind, which has become undead.

He is such a man.

Lies and deception don't work.

He goes on to ask questions that poke at the core.

"Brave - you mean Claire Button?

To that word, I was stiff.

It was still noticed.

I respond to the story, taking care not to let my voice tremble.

"... why, okay"

"There are only a few reasons for this, such as what you think. How many years do you think we've been together?"

Logan says a little angry.

Probably actually angry.

I can't argue with him.

Absolutely.

Hidden things have long been readily discernible.

That doesn't seem to change now.

Logan suggests to me with a calm voice.

"Talk to me. So you should sort your mind out."

"But..."

"Now throw away the title of the Demon King or something. As just Dwight Harveld, I'll just reveal my troubles to my old friends."

Logan tells me to fold.

His words were more feverish than I could imagine from him normally.

It's so serious.

It doesn't have an atmosphere where I can say no very much.

Resolved I nod.

"- Okay."

Me and Logan sat on the edge of the roof.

Hanging his legs in the universe, he makes sure he's next to each other and looks down on the city.

In that state, I cut out the troubles I've been hiding.

"In conclusion, I am lost. Two choices, I can't decide which one to take"

"What are those choices?"

"Should I bring him back or not?"

As soon as I mouthed it, the heartache swelled.

I fall into the illusion that my vision narrows, and my words clog.

It's been bothering me for the past six months.

I was always lurking in the back of my brain.

I didn't tell anyone and was trying to get an answer somehow.

But I couldn't.

"I want to show that guy a peaceful world. This is what I want. But maybe she doesn't want it"

"Do you have a basis?"

"Only that man can't be immortal with my abilities"

This is true.

The power of the Valley of the Dead is superior to Necromancer magic and can be undead by any corpse.

Adding magic to it also allowed for a variety of ideas and modifications.

It can also produce undead of any race.

But only that man was an exception.

No matter how much you use your abilities, you will not come back as immortal.

With the remains, it's supposed to be easy.

More than a year has passed since I came back to earth.

The power has become more powerful than it initially was, but that alone did not come true.

(That guy wanted peace in the world)

So she became a brave man and finally defeated even the Demon King.

And he also accepted his own execution.

Because I knew that resisting would be a new feud.

Her thoughts on peace were undoubtedly authentic.

I want to show you a peaceful world.

So I take over her will, and this is how I do my best.

The process to peace was as if it were different, but I meant to be the same.

But maybe that was a mistake.

Does she not want to see the world today?

The suspicion greatly disturbed my mind.

Always invites anxiety and puts a stop to thoughts.

If it weren't for the Demon King's responsibility, he might have wanted to die himself.

"Calling the brave men of the past to a world that has become peaceful in the first place will be nothing more than an act that creates strife. It only causes extra confusion. in conflict with my existential significance."

The resurgence of the brave and the deterrent world peace.

This is difficult to reconcile.

It was inconsistent as a policy.

From the point of view of the Demon King, brave men and others should not emerge.

That's what I've been thinking and getting rid of heroes.

That man's resurrection is synonymous with bending previous policies.

I'm not going to fight that guy.

But people around the world will expect the brave to defeat the Demon King.

Everyone wants an end to good and evil.

It was an unwelcome development for me.

That man, resurrected in modern times, should also be puzzled by his own standing.

I can't live in peace anymore.

"The laboratory is exploring the resuscitation of the dead. It hasn't been possible yet, but I'm sure we'll succeed someday"

I was sure of it.

That facility, possesses state-of-the-art technology in the world.

If you take hundreds, thousands of years and time, you must reach resuscitation sooner or later.

It would bring that man back into this world, not as an immortal, but as a complete human being.

When such technology is available, I cannot decide what to do.

"Diela said. I wondered what that guy who saw me now would think. I couldn't answer anything."

That was six months ago, when we fought at the end of the Bulk Leap.

Having received that word, I exposed myself to gaps and became a feather with great wounds.

It is a matter to which my immaturity has led.

This was also a major concern in parallel.

If it was just a provocation or a shake, I didn't move.

I created a deadly gap because I myself wondered the same thing in the depths of my heart.

I have to admit this.

It was something I had unconsciously turned away from before.

Frankly, I don't believe in my own acts and methods.

I was afraid that he would despise me.

Maybe we'll be able to cross blades with her, regardless of people's expectations.

(Will I, the modern demon king, meet that man with dignity)

Asking yourself was not an instant answer.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure you have a loss.

These were my troubles and my grip.