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

Feel the foot sink slightly.

I open my eyes carefully when my consciousness becomes clear.

It was the desert at night.

The sight of a lack of change is spreading everywhere.

Somehow I felt the thinness of realism.

Apparently, he was able to safely enter the spiritual world.

I can't even feel glitches like this to see the magic flow.

The curse seems to have been activated successfully.

"Hmm?"

As I make my observations, I notice that something is buried in the nearby sand.

I walked over and pulled it up.

It was a broken wooden cane that came out.

The tip is fitted with red gems.

Overall, fine scratches were noticeable and could be seen being used in.

"This is..."

I am a little surprised.

This wand was the one I used in my lifetime.

I haven't been called a wise man yet, back when I was learning elementary arts.

She used it regularly for about a few years, but broke it during training and replaced it with a new wand.

Such a cane is buried here.

(Why?

Arm up and think about why.

Adding to the fact that this is my spiritual world, I guess the wand is a product of memory.

Memories of the past take shape and exist.

Exploring objects buried in the desert, other familiar objects emerged.

They are all impressive objects.

(here, are the memories fragmented scattered)

I am convinced of one law.

There seems to be a close connection between the spiritual world and memory.

They seem to be in that state anyway, although I don't know how it works without analyzing it.

Nevertheless, why the desert?

Maybe it reflects my mind, but I'm not sure because I can't compare it to others.

As a result, mysteries about the spiritual world only increased.

The deeper the discussion, the stranger the nature emerges.

Most of all, it didn't matter what the details were.

Much more significant changes are happening to me than that.

That's the part I didn't dare touch, even though I guessed at the first stage.

I look at my own arms in fear.

What's there is a skin arm, not a black bone.

I touch it gently with my fingers.

It had a meaty feel, and the blood was well rounded.

…………

The mouth is breathing unconsciously and repeatedly.

When I closed it to pull the knot, my lips felt it hit each other.

When you stop breathing, it slowly becomes painful.

Next, I put my hand on my chest.

A slightly faster heartbeat is ringing.

Reaching for his head, his hair slipped through between his fingers.

Confirm the presence of ears and eyes when doing so.

The only robe I could wear was the same as usual.

I discovered a hand mirror buried in the sand.

If I remember correctly, it's a luxury item I got when I saved a city.

Grab the hand mirror and see what you look like.

In the mirror was the face of a wise man who defeated the former demon king.

He has a flashing look on his face.

Black bone undead, nowhere.

(I'm still back in the human race)

I touch my face.

It wasn't an illusion, it was a real texture.

It seems that I in the spiritual world, by what law, have a human figure as the standard.

However, the magic and temper felt was homogeneous to the time of the Demon King.

It seems to be just a change in appearance.

(I didn't know the day would come when I would look like this again...)

I understand that this is a phenomenon confined to the spiritual world.

I'm not happy, I'm not disgusted.

I felt indescribable.

Although I was just surprised, it wouldn't be something I'd care about forever.

I didn't come here to see you as a human being.

I came to eliminate the culprits of ill health.

According to the story of the Great Spirit, the culprit should have existed in this spiritual world.

It's unclear what shape it is, but it's the one that affects me so much.

I'm sure it's not as confusing as it gets around.

It seems to be recognizable at a glance.

This is where my memories are scattered.

You just have to follow your own senses and expose the heterogeneous.

I didn't think it was that difficult.

I begin my walk in the spiritual world.

It was difficult to walk through the desert.

Discover occasional nostalgic items and reflect on past events.

Some of them were substitutes such as blueprints for artillery and tanks.

Looks like he's buried his memories here lately, too.

I walk through trivial discoveries.

The desert lasted everywhere.

I can't see the end of it.

Probably spreading forever.

Or maybe the ends and ends are connected.

Overhead, the three moons were seated.

However, the position never changes.

This space is always like a night and doesn't seem to welcome a morning.

In the moonlight, I got heartless and kept moving my legs.

Confirm the memories buried in the desert and put them down to proceed.

It must have been boring, but not an alarming occasion.

Forcing loneliness to move my legs was quite a task of wearing my spirit out.

Even as I get distracted, I still walk away.

That's how when a few days go by in physical time, I admit the shadow forward.

It was the first time I had met anyone else in this world.

I can only see my back from where I am.

The shadow spoke without seeing this one.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd make it this far. I'm surprised."

It was a mocking sound.

It was not familiar and did not fall under the category of person I knew.

I get more alert at once.

Ask consciously about the cane you could carry.

"Who?"

Not responding with words, the figure looks back here.

Nestled with a smile was a silver-haired woman wearing a spilled black coat.