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

A closed room in the royal castle.

I was sitting in that central chair.

The floors, walls and ceilings are engraved with countless surgical ceremonies.

It's quite dense enough that you can't tell the original color.

I worked on it shortly after I rested, but was to spend the whole day before it was finished.

And my body has a similar surgical formula.

It was carefully filled to the edge of a small bone.

It's glowing because it's reacting with my magic.

I have a slight pain, but not enough to care.

Grom, who refrains from being by his side, looks at me worried.

"Um, Demon King. Are they really going to run...?

"Naturally."

"So, but..."

Grom roars in bad shape with a tooth cut.

The one-eyed flame seemed to disappear.

He had been restless since earlier and had walked around indoors until just before.

"If you could wait a little longer, you'd find a place for the beast. Aren't you bothering to do this?"

"Warn the master - it's a very dangerous attempt. Interruption recommended."

Luciana and Jura also follow.

You two care about my safety.

I shake my head knowing that.

"I don't have time for hatred. My body is rapidly eroding. It's a limit to eating with magic."

Five days early after receiving the circular of the Great Spirit.

To solve the situation, I created a new curse.

I decided to treat my illness by combining and improving my existing procedures.

What engraves this room and myself is its curseless technique.

When activated, the body can be crushed and immersed in its own spiritual world.

That's where I was going to eliminate the culprit.

If you wish, I want to identify the location of the opponent who did the trick on me.

According to the Great Spirit, my spirit is eroded by the beasts of the outside world.

I can't sense it on my own, but I wouldn't be wrong because the Great Spirit says so.

When I asked Yura for her opinion, she returned a similar conclusion, so it seems that only the Spirit is sensible.

Due to the nature of the whole body being crushed by recoil, this curse can never be used if it is biological.

It was an exercisable technique because I was resurrected from the undead I serve.

I can see why Grom and the others are worried.

For the past five days, they have witnessed the way I suffer.

It also tells us about the recoil of the surgery, so we want to turn it into a calm measure.

Meanwhile, Logan, who was static, was as usual.

He gives his opinion to the Groms.

"I wouldn't disagree if Dwight decided to. And I'm pretty sure that's the best thing to do."

"I agree with you. Well, the Admiral would be fine."

Henry, who drinks alcohol, says at ease.

These two trusted my powers completely.

I have decided that I can survive this problem, but I therefore do not object to it.

It was in contrast to the groms that led me through.

Regardless, both claims are honestly delightful.

I tell Luciana.

"The art itself is simple. It won't fail first."

"I'm not worried there..."

"I want you to trust me. I'll definitely be back."

At that time, the door opened with momentum.

With strict access restrictions, there is only one person who can enter the room with dignity.

The person - Diela, the previous demon king, looks indoors and tilts her neck.

"What. Are we discussing the alignment as well?

Diela came straight to me.

She speaks in a royal manner to the front.

"It's Dwight. I heard that I would dive into myself and destroy the unknown."

"Exercise the art for it now"

I nod and respond.

Then Diela gave him a cold grin.

The polished atmosphere has a sharpness similar to that of the killer.

The others were unconscious enough.

She looks down at me sitting in a chair.

"I don't mind being taken over otherwise, but I'll have the Demon King's Army then. Then I will kill you, too. Are you ready for this?

"There's no need to be prepared. I will definitely return."

"Hmm, you don't feel good! Fine, fine!

As soon as the atmosphere broke down, Diela struck her hand satisfactorily.

She spoke for the delivery.

"Don't let the lords create damp air either. It's like a funeral."

"Aren't you worried about Master Diela?

"Of course not. This man has tried to defeat me twice. I'd rather know how to kill you."

Diela answered instantly, putting her hand on my shoulder.

She tells in serious condition.

"I'll take care of you while the Lord is away. Go in peace."

"... sorry"

That's all I give back.

Thanks to Diela, the air on the field was solidifying into one.

I appreciate nothing more than her standing around.

I got up from the chair.

Looking around the indoor facade, I quietly declare.

"As soon as I return, I start a war with the beasts of the outside world. I want you to get ready."