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

We enter the woods of the world tree.

There was a main road ahead.

It is used by the elves who come and go, and it has never been used before.

With the exception of wildlife, there are no external enemies in the vicinity, and we set them up because they got better without breaking and entering.

Most of the time, it's not.

There are countless sorceries all around.

They range from easy to understand to cleverly disguised.

Even a skilled magician would have difficulty breaking through them.

If the evil plotter approaches, death will come.

These sorceries were set up jointly by me and Logan.

It basically never activates, just in case.

In fact, I've never used it before.

I just hope that this will continue to be the case.

Diela looks around as she goes down the road.

She dazzled at the daylight shining through the leaf gap.

"Beautiful forest, as always. It's a shame you couldn't invade."

What Diela is saying is when she was an active demon king.

At the time, the Demon King's Army was launching an attack on the entire continent.

It was just chaos itself in a situation where demons were rampant everywhere.

So me and that guy were traveling around the world to defeat the Demons.

Means were also being sought to prevent frustration in the process.

Because if you don't take measures, you can't fight in the home of the Demon King - the old demonic territory of today.

It continued to be really difficult then.

It was a situation in which no matter how many lives there were, there was not enough.

I think it survived a lot.

If, on the other hand, the Demon King's Army was also asked if it was a permanent victory, that would not have actually happened.

Compared to the present Demon King Army, it was not sufficiently dominant to say at all, and so much so that there was a dispute between the Demons.

There was also no regularity in the devil's path of aggression, and in many cases it was clearly broken.

This forest of world trees is a rare area that was barely exposed to demonic threats.

It is also significant that there was an empire adjacent.

Because of that, the Demons were unable to attack in a detour.

An extinct empire in modern times, but at the time it possessed tremendous power.

He was proud of the power of not even the devil tribe.

In addition, Diela, the previous demon king, had a great weakness.

I remember that, I groan with nostalgia.

"Spiritual magic was a weakness."

The Dragons are highly resistant to witchcraft in general, but they are exceptionally bad at spiritual witchcraft.

It was like holy sorcery to me.

Then Diela leaks a bitter laugh.

"Even though it wasn't as fatal as weakness. But the elves made me regret it many times. I can still enumerate."

In a geographically troublesome place, there is an elf dwelling that pierces its own weakness.

From Diela's point of view, it would have been a ruthless hassle.

Most importantly, she is now overcoming the weakness.

Two resuscitations changed my constitution.

If Diela had been in her current state at the time, the damage would have been even more severe around the world.

As I look back at what happened ten years ago, I ask Diela.

Do you still have feelings for the elves?

"If you resent me, I won't choose you as a banquet venue. I've never resented you more than I did before. At the time, they had their justice. Just like me. There's nothing wrong with either, just that mutual justice clashed. If you insist, I'm not evil for affirming genocide and conquest."

Diela states as she walks.

It's a serious tone sometime.

I guess that's the idea that will be her axis.

After breaking herself off as evil, Diela fulfilled her role as Demon King.

To achieve the goal of restoring the Demons.

The way it was, it was similar to me now.

I pinpoint Diela's story.

"Will the Demon King speak of good and evil?"

"I don't want to be told by the Lord alone."

Throating and laughing, Diela turned her gaze to Grom.

And ask him.

"Grom, what do you think of the Lord? Do you have any thoughts on the existence of the Demon King?"

"Hmm..."

Grom, who stopped his leg, stares at the ground and silences.

The orbital flame was getting smaller and smoking.

Eventually Grom speaks in a biting tone.

"I support the will of the Demon King. This is why I serve you. I can't swear allegiance if I'm not convinced, no matter how many people have created me. My predecessors, if you had been the Lord, I would not have obeyed."

"Ugh, it hurts my heart to be clear..."

Diela holds her chest down painfully.

Seeing that I wasn't particularly responsive, she coughed up and resumed the conversation.

"I got a little scratched, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"What?"

"It's not how you live as a demon king. You asked me for advice before."

Reminds me in Diela's words.

Speaking of which, I asked her.

At the time, I couldn't help but hear an answer and get a slap out of it.

Probably whimsical, but this time he seems to have answered seriously.

"Being blessed with subordination. That's the biggest secret. Unless the Lord takes his first intentions lightly, we should all follow nature."

I fully agree with you on that.

In my own power, it was impossible to create the present situation.

I am able to run the demon kingdom by being supported by my subordinates.

It was as reliable as it could be.

…………

Diela stands in front of me unexpectedly.

When she reached out softly, she had touched her face.

With a cool smile, Diela tells me with affection.

"Unlike me, your Lord is clever. You'll have a lot of difficulty as long as your head turns, but you can go ahead lost. If you're going to live in a time of perpetual robbery, you should help yourself moderately."

"... do good"

I was strongly aware that the person in front of me was the previous Demon King.

It entails an overwhelming presence, especially when it is not releasing magic or killing.

This is what I want.

It would be an element that would have made her king of demons.

Regular Diela, modestly speaking, finds no excellence.

It is like the example of the corrupt.

But a glimpse of these moments reminds me that she was once a lodging enemy.

Diela, taking her hand off my face, strained her chest all the way here.

Turning off the atmosphere until the last minute, she asks me in cheerful condition.

"How about that! Was he like a demon king?

You can't deny it.

"Heh heh, more admiration is good. Then you accept an increase in pennies."

Diela has been offering her hand just not to be taken for granted.

I shake my head instantly.

"... I say no to that"

"Why not! Did your lord lose a man's heart!?

Diela moaned as if it were the end of the world.

As she collapses from her knees, she begins her plea with tears in her eyes.

…………

I unexpectedly see groms.

Grom was pointing in the direction of the day after tomorrow with his hands on his forehead.

Never try to put Diela in sight.

(Emotional instability, is it?

This predecessor demon king has a high and low impression.

It still seemed difficult to understand her.