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

A few days later, I went to Holy Cane Country with Logan.

A secret detective discovered where the ritual magic was performed.

The aim was to destroy and gather information there.

Exactly. I can't let a secret detective do that.

We were also asked to explore the considerable danger of identifying this location.

It would be my role from here on out.

The destination is the border of the Holy Cane Country, a cave hidden securely in the woods.

There are no cities or villages nearby.

It was a place where unrelated humans wouldn't get lost, if not by any chance.

We stand in front of the cave using covert magic.

I began by exploring the interior of the cave with sensory magic.

On the way, Logan asks me.

"What do you say?

"I can't feel any life response"

I shake my head and respond.

It was the same even after making sure a few times.

Nor does he seem to be hiding in the art of covert lineage.

Logan glances at the cave in surprise.

"Was the secret detective's information false?

"No, it won't. There are countless bodies instead."

"What"

Logan's eyesight sharpens.

After analyzing it with witchcraft, I was able to learn the facts.

There's definitely more than one body inside.

If you look it up visually, you'll see how fine it is.

"I don't see the situation, but you better be careful"

I activate the necessary magic sequentially.

To deal with whatever happens whenever.

Send instructions to Logan as he continues into the cave.

"I'll be ahead of you. I'll leave the rear."

"Okay."

We stepped into the cave.

The interior is dim and at first glance I get the impression that it stays natural.

But all sorts of sorcery were strewn all over the place.

Pretty strict protection.

The more one who knows nothing, the more he immediately loses his life.

I went ahead while disarming them.

It is not a very difficult task.

It was a pedigree that I had been tired of seeing with all the exemplary techniques.

Assuming I activated it, me and Logan would have no problem.

As we proceeded that way, we eventually reached the deepest end of the cave.

The punch is a rock wall.

The ceiling is pounding and droplets are dropping.

Logan touches a corner of the wall and squeals as he looks around.

"Hidden passage? Typical structure."

He put his hand on one of the walls and slowly pushed it in.

Only the rock in that part sank, and something sounded activated from the inside.

Logan, who moved a little, pushes another spot.

He repeated it about ten times without precipitation.

Then, a penetrating rock wall rises and a passage leads further back appears.

From there on, it was made artificially.

I praise Logan for watching the whole thing.

"A boulder. Exploration isn't fading, is it?"

The order of the tricks now was important.

If I mistook that once, the trap was starting to activate.

Logan just did a little research and broke through the structure.

Even a skilled man would not want as much handiwork as he does.

But Logan was frowning.

He says a little grumpy.

"Don't treat me like an old man. Conversion in elves is still a good place to build young people."

"... sorry"

Apparently Logan cared about his age.

It was a little unexpected.

I didn't think I was attached to those parts.

That one would have an affair with me for speaking without thinking deeply.

From now on, I'm going to be careful.

Then we go down the aisle.

Built behind the cave, it was a vast magic workshop.

We proceed with vigilance.

"It's a very thoughtful construction. He was so enthusiastic. There are also signs of the spirit's death. There must have been a lot of banning going on here."

Logan gives his opinion.

This is why I asked him to accompany me.

He wanted it to be spirit-related and to be considered from a different point of view than I did.

I wasn't particularly telling him, but Logan seems to grasp his role.

Everywhere in the workshop, the bodies were scattered.

Some of them are heavily missing or threaded.

In a weapon killing, this is not the case.

I don't see much. It was a way of getting killed.

In addition, each room was obsessively destroyed everywhere.

Materials that I thought were stored have also been erased from the edge.

We also found a square where ritual magic would have been carried out, but nothing left to clue.

None of them were destroyed and functional, even though they had excellent facilities.

There was something here.

I just smell that, and I can't find the proof at the heart.

What an itchy search continues.

I just patrolled all the way, and I ask Logan.

"Is there anything suspicious about spiritual sorcery?

"Hmm..."

Logan focuses his consciousness.

After a little silence, he shook his head.

"No. Everything is written off. It is, on the contrary, unnatural that there is no evidence left so far. He who did this didn't want to be pryed into."

I shared Logan's view.

Considering the state of the body, it has not been a day since the slaughter in the workshop.

Didn't the killer detect our visit and destroy it?

"Dwight, you figured something out."

"Just one thing, obviously"

I point to the corner of the floor.

There was a big hole there.

Originally in a position where some sort of procedure was engraved, it is now completely shredded.

If you look closely, the hole left an unnatural twist on each end.

It was found elsewhere in the workshop.

There are so many when you start counting.

I state that as I point it out.

"It's a trail of interference in space. I guess whoever destroyed this place is the user of space magic. That must be a pretty powerful user too"

"I mean, the killer..."

"It's a sub-god. We hid all the evidence before we came here."

I assure you.

I'm pretty much sure of this.

It is not a very common practice, such as breaking into a tightly guarded magic workshop, killing everyone inside and erasing all materials.

The cave's hidden passage was not activated in the first place.

The sub god who can use the metastasis made it possible to break in without going through that passage.

"Perhaps the sub-gods are heroes created in ritual sorcery. There's no point in visiting the land unless you're related"

Or it may have had a clear purpose as a third party, but it is not yet discernible.

Everything was vague, back-to-back with the misery in the workshop.

The prospect of sub-gods remains opaque.

One thing I can say would be that no more information can be gathered.

I wasn't wasting my legs, but I didn't get any more useful information than I thought.

It means that this one acted a little slower and that the sub-gods were slightly better.

That's when the chanting sounded in my head.

"Demon King Sama, do you hear me?

Luciana.

She has a slightly stuffed tone.

I respond even though I have a bad feeling about it.

"I hear you. What's up?"

"The army led by the Maiden of War has set in motion... it looks like they're after the Valley of the Dead."