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

"The brave man is dead, or..."

I rebel against the word of the subGod.

Words that echo in my chest.

Honestly, I didn't really want to hear it.

I feel pain close to pain.

"Have you forgotten even those who buried them with their own hands? The brave man of the Holy Sword has heard that he was killed by the Demon King. And the kingdom perished."

"You can't forget - the brave man, I killed him"

In the pursuit of the Sub-God, I groan.

I practically drove two brave men to death.

Both are the end of the road visited at the end of the choice.

Depending on what I did, it was something I could not have prevented.

In all times, I have denigrated true justice.

(But that's my destiny in charge of the Demon King)

We must even feed on justice and move forward.

It is unacceptable to stop.

To step on two feet, I sacrificed too many lives.

Until then, if they say reopen it.

But he became the Demon King ready to carry off all the criticisms, resentments, and hatred.

There are no lies or lies there.

I lay down the sword of shapes to proclaim.

"I will continue to reign at the summit of evil. Future immortality, I am not going to break this status. Sub-god, I want you dead, too."

"It's a lot of confidence to be able to slap a big mouth in this situation."

"If you don't feel that much, you can't do the Demon King or anything else"

I walk out with my sword in my hand.

It is strictly forbidden to waste magic beyond being dragged into subspace.

The effect of witchcraft is thinner than the original.

It fundamentally didn't change what I would do.

All you have to do is pack up an intermission and slap it.

Before my approach, the sub-gods sighed.

He is foolish with an ironic look.

"... you just want to complain to the people of Holy Cane Country. They missee the power of the modern demon king."

"What do you mean?"

When I ask, the sub-god pulls a single cheek.

Apparently he smiled bitterly.

"It's information communicated by them. Modern demon kings are non-standard immortals, and the sacred magic of the Virgin does not even work. There seems to be no mistake in that regard, but I heard you weren't good at the White Soldier War"

"Ho."

"A typical sorcerer, the Demon King does not try to get himself on the front line, but leaves it to his subordinates. So I can bring it in advantageously as long as I can pack it in time. I even learned martial arts when I heard about it, but I almost put my shame on it."

Listening to sub-gods makes me feel unspeakable.

That was my first ear.

Apparently, countries are mistaken for my abilities.

Sure, I don't use swords often.

He didn't show much face on the battlefield either, and every day he was chased to administrative work at the Royal Castle.

Even if you have to join the war, you just command the undead.

There was also a race called Rich, whose impression as an operator seemed to be walking alone.

As a result, sword moves are not well known.

Apparently, the sub-gods relied solely on biased information to take measures.

Let's just call it pity.

I also know that he makes me want to throw up stupidity.

A breathless sub-god, but he has turned a sharp eye shortly afterwards.

Heavy fatigue lurks the ringing.

"But I never give up. Now that you have abandoned everything, the only mission left to you is world peace. Until it's done perfectly."

"What do you do after you kill me and dismantle the Demon King's Army? By what means do we maintain world peace?"

"Die clean. Maintaining peace is the role of those left behind. The existence of sub-gods and the like should not be lived by nature. It only causes strife and annoys the afterlife. I don't want to be used as a weapon myself."

Sub-god speaks in a comatose voice.

There was a hidden view of his true nature as a human being.

He continues his words as if they were monologues.

"The role of the Sub-God is nothing more than the dismantling of the Demon King's Army. No further intervention. No trace of ritual witchcraft was left to destroy so that no new sub-gods emerged. Now inhumane bans cannot be permanently reproduced."

The underground magic workshop was thoroughly designed to obscure evidence.

I thought that was because the sub-gods didn't want to leave their weaknesses, but it actually seemed to be to keep more victims of ritual witchcraft.

Although a little unexpected, it would be a legitimate motive.

It is dangerous to be able to deliberately produce heroes without even going to sub-gods.

It causes great chaos in the world.

It could also lead to new discrimination.

It goes towards a stream that is located at least opposite peace.

In the sense of crushing that possibility, I was sympathetic to the acts of the sub-gods.

I stop at close proximity to a certain distance.

And I spoke to the subgod who set me up.

"I know exactly what you think and what you claim. I have something to say on top of that."

"What?"

Sub-god responds with vigilance.

When I raised the sword of shapes, I told him with a chilled out voice.

"- I can't leave world peace to you. It will always be my mission."