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

The silver-haired woman standing forward was someone I don't remember.

In this space, it is clearly heterogeneous.

I set up my cane to prepare myself for the exercise of magic.

On the move, which has continued unabated, we have confirmed that magic can be used without any problems.

The feeling was the same as in the real world.

Though subtly distant from the woman, she fits into the range of witchcraft.

You'll be allowed to have surgery during the blink.

You perceived my inner self, the silver-haired woman held her own shoulder and let her tremble deliberately.

"Aww, don't look so scared. She's gonna cry."

"Answer the question. Who are you?"

I ask without putting my emotions on.

When the woman stopped acting scared, she graced.

"I don't have a particular name...... for convenience, please call me Gwen. You're what you call the beast of the outside world. Now it's a mental body, and it feels like we're interrupting."

Silver-haired woman - Gwen named herself Floating.

It was somewhat predictable, but he said it was still an outside world beast.

She broke into my spirit, via the eyes of an intelligence agent.

It has further eroded the body to the present day.

Gwen asks me with an unpleasant grin.

"Mr. Dwight Harveld. Your words and deeds were viewed from here. You came to kill me, didn't you?

"You're not the only one. There shall be no beasts left in the outside world to be eliminated. That's what I do."

The beasts of the outside world are emerging everywhere.

The defense mechanism is activated.

In other words, it can be described as a threat directly linked to the crisis in this world.

The beasts, therefore, were breaking the peace.

From my point of view, he is the one who must be destroyed.

Suddenly Gwen made a small leap.

She dances with pleasure in a movement so light that she doesn't think it's on the desert.

"Were you the only one responsible for absolute evil by becoming an immortal demon king? I respect you."

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"How do you know, you look. Of course. - Well, I saw your memory. Mr. Harveld's half life is well covered! I'm confident I can answer any question."

Gwen says with his hands on his chest.

The tricks and expressions were an agitation for discomfort.

Probably doing it on purpose.

I guess she strokes my nerves and the purpose is to disturb my mind.

"No, it was a disaster to save the world but to be executed. Isn't this all the typical tragedy unusual? When I saw your memory, I couldn't help but cry, yeah."

"Why did you aim at me? What's the purpose?"

I ignore bullshit and cast my doubts.

Gwen shrugs his shoulder unfortunately.

"Doesn't shaking work...... or do you think I'll teach you a little? It's not that honest, me."

Seeing Gwen laughing happily, I understood that the conversation was futile.

Whatever you say, they just tease you.

She's not going to take this seriously.

I shed magic on my wand and produced a magic sword in my empty hand.

With that in his eyes, Gwen still deepens his grin.

"Whoa, I knew you were going to fight. It's barbaric. That's the Demon King. Just be prepared. I'm surprisingly strong, aren't I?

"It doesn't matter. Until you do what you have to do."

"Phew."

Gwen leaks a laugh.

The end of its mouth hangs all ripped up.

When she looked up into the sky, she exhaled deeply.

"Stiff determination, that's great. Really - Eat it, Shimaitai."

The instant, Gwen's voice distorts.

Her contours became obscure and she lost her sense of 3D as if it were a shadow.

When I wonder if all the ends of my body have faded, I transform into a few tentacles.

The human form called her now consisted of countless tentacles.

He is groaning with a creepy pulse.

There, I can't even feel the humanity of the shards.

The concept of chaos seemed to have been marginalised in bad faith.

But the tentacles quickly disappeared.

Gwen, instantly undone, smiles bitterly with his hands on his mouth.

"Whoa, excuse me. My nature has protruded. It's embarrassing to see a maiden's secret."

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I stare at Gwen without responding.

At present, he looked no different than a human being.

But its essence is an unreasonable monster.

Exactly the expression beast of the outside world hid the appearance it deserved.

"Well, shall we get this far and get down to business? The battle seems inevitable."

Gwen, who hits his hand, speaks as he turns around on the spot.

She began to organize the story as she gestured and gestured.

"If you can take me down, I'll tell you a lot. Big service is the one. But if Mr. Harveld loses, I'll take your body. Is that okay with you?

"Oh, no problem"

I exercise my technique with a snort.

The chain stretched from his fingertips wrapped around Gwen's neck.

It becomes familiar with the body as is.

She's stroking her neck, but there's no more chains.

I explain to Gwen with a warning.

"It's vow magic. The current interaction was activated by the catalyst. If you break it, you curse your soul."

"Wow, you're really doing it. There's no alarm or gap... we can't go back, can we?"

Gwen seems troublesome and blurry.

Characters like her don't consistently keep their promises.

Never trustworthy and flat out used by any cowardly means.

So I decided to hit the lead and force him to keep his promise.

Due to the sensation of surgery, Gwen is bound by a pledge.

If anything were to escape on her own, she would be cursed instantly.

The ability of the beast may disarm it, but it seems difficult given Gwen's words and actions.

I was a little anxious, but it turns out that magic works on the beasts of the outside world as well.

What a big discovery this is.

Let's say the winner is twelve minutes away.

We confront each other in the desert at night.

A dry wind blew through each other.

It was Gwen who spoke first as he was surrounded by silence.

- So let's kill each other.

Gwen's signs switch.

The seeping killer was clearly after me.

Pleasant, she waves her fingers as she dances.