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

The feast had reached a good place and had shown further exuberance.

Cooking and liquor are consumed one after the other, with new additions each time.

Quite a few people for a feast, but the speed of the meal is considerable.

I don't have my hands on regular meals or liquor.

But it's funny to watch glasses and plates empty one after the other.

He was currently watching the frenzy in the corner of the room.

(These are good things for a while)

I think of it as smudging.

Lately I have been able to afford it in various ways.

The situation on the continent is stable, even though it pinches strife.

The will of the world and the phenomenon of thought had not occurred.

Speaking of my only concern, are the two heroes - about a war maiden and a steel knight?

However, this is not a major issue either so far.

These two heroes are certainly strong.

It was, however, arguably a field of common sense.

Though it has a thousand powers, it is not an object to be immediately terminated.

The current situation seemed to be being pursued by the reconstruction and territorial securing of the republic which had been recaptured.

If you have invaded Demon King's territory, you intend to leave it to Henry or Dorda.

Except in situations where there is an extremely incompatible ability or a distribution to protect, you can win with almost no problems.

Lately, Yura wanted to fight too, so maybe I could accompany her.

Yura is strong enough.

Occasionally, I heard Diela was putting on an archery.

I'm sure he's gaining further combat capability.

I have nothing to worry about.

I fully enjoy the feast tonight and I hope to keep my mind on it again after tomorrow.

Thinking about that, Grom showed up from the kitchen.

He sits in front of me and glances at the other faces that make noise.

"It's as busy as ever."

"Looks like I'm gonna have a hard time cleaning up later"

"I'll take care of that there. This grom, let's impose forced labor with drunkards. It's a good medicine for fools who can't afford moderation."

Grom says with his hands on his chest.

I'm kidding, but you probably mean it.

Together with reprimand, they must collect the deliveries awakened from drunkenness.

Grom looked at my face.

The cowhead bones have a calm atmosphere with no heart.

"Is the Demon King enjoying the feast, too?

"I'm having fun"

When I answered, Grom nodded.

The orbital flame swells as if it represents joy.

"That's above all. Russia, you can also help cook. We'll bring you a special dish for the Demon King later."

"Is it a meal for the immortal?

"Yeah. I (I) practiced, too, and I managed to make it. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

"Ho."

Grom's story was an interesting one.

Apparently, he also prepared a meal for the immortal.

I was just hoping I could get some more.

"Let's wait and see"

"Thank you! Okay, let's get ready!

The tense grom took his seat in a mild motion and returned to the kitchen with a refreshment.

Logan comes so he can be replaced.

"These atmospheres would be good once in a while"

"Right. I also enjoy the delivery. Breathing is important."

In addition to intense daily duties, there are many fights everywhere.

It was like everyone kept working on insomnia breaks.

Immortals like me and Grom would still be tough on anyone else.

Logan tilts his glass.

The amber contents decreased slightly.

Is it fruit wine?

Even a dozen years ago, I remember drinking something of the same kind.

I remembered that.

"If it was you before, I would have left the room in silence. I don't even have that bare look right now. Good change."

"... I don't mean to be so unfathomable."

I look back at the time.

Surely there may not have been any spiritual leeway compared to now.

I feel tired with my mission to save the world.

Logan continued as I tilted my neck.

"I'm just not aware of it. That's what you were."

"Really?"

I've been assured.

To be so clear, how impressive is that?

There must also be a basis.

I had to admit this.

On top of that, I do a self-analysis.

"I was able to subordinate and my consciousness and point of view changed. It means I'm growing up, too."

"... you've become a mouthpiece. That's what you should call a demon king."

Logan looks at me like I'm impressed.

Apparently it was an unexpected word and deed for him.

I'm still unconscious.

I think it might be a little rough.

But from his perspective, an old friend, I guess I could see a definite change.

If you're being like a demon king, I think you should be happy.

Surprised by the unexpected allegations, Diella came from the other side.

She is fluttering back, forth, left and right.

From the glass in my hand, there was a constant spill of alcohol.

Besides, my face is bright red.

He's been drinking a fair amount of alcohol since earlier, so he's drunk.

Diela stumbled onto my back.

The bounce puts the liquor on my shoulder and head.

Never mind, she talks in a breathtaking voice.

"What? Demon King, huh? Could you have called me about me?

Diela keeps smashing my skull with her free hand.

This one and the hard noise rang at regular intervals.

Her vain eyes set a goal for Logan this time.

"Mm! Logan! Lord, haven't you had much to drink? Don't hesitate to drink! I'll take care of it here. Ugh!

Diela raises her glass and screams.

Logan returned the words depressingly.

"If you're free, come help me with meals or dishwashing. You'll be good at simple work."

"Isn't it too light to handle...? I'm not the first demon king, am I?

Diela squeaks with bumps and dissatisfaction.

Seems slightly obstinate.

That's when a powerful voice flew in from the other side.

"My predecessors! Come here for a second!

"Yeah? Us! What do you want?"

Diela replies in an instant by regaining her energy.

He only pointed his face at Henry as he stuck it on my back.

There were Dorda and Jura besides Henry.

At the slightly distant end, Luciana is drinking happily.

They're cooking up how they are.

Standing in the center, Henry explains as he shows his arm muscles.

"We're competing for who's the strongest in this. Why don't you try it too?

"Oh, aren't we doing something delightful! I'm in, too!

Diela put the glass down and moved to Henry and the others.

She's in a perfect mood.

Diela put her elbow on the table.

It is Yura who takes the same position face-to-face.

It possesses the golem of a dedicated aircraft, where it came from.

The two opposite each other hold each other's hands.

From that state of power, the back of one hand touches the table to decide victory or defeat.

Occasionally I have seen how it is implemented.

Logan whines as he watches a series of streams.

"Looks like some people have changed more than you. I don't really think the world has fallen into darkness..."

"Totally."

I agree with Logan.

At the end of his gaze, Yura was clapping her hands at the table.

The shock crushed the table, and Diera, defeated by the power comparison, danced the universe.