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

Three days have passed since I returned to the real world.

The demon kingdom is regaining its calm.

There was no sign of the beast in the territory and restoration work was now under way everywhere.

We are sending demon kings everywhere, and we are just starting to provide supplies and build temporary housing.

We must first secure people's clothing and shelter.

Fortunately, we have enough supplies and manpower.

The current situation, in particular, did not appear to be problematic.

struggle for a while, but there seems to be no fatal damage.

This was also thanks to the efforts of the Demon King's Army, including the executives.

No matter how much we thank them, it won't be enough.

The nations of the continent, too, had me and the Great Spirit exterminated the beast.

Much confusion is swirling because of the current complexity of information.

It's sudden for them.

Although the first threat has left, there is no choice but to paralyse the major cities.

Conspiracy theories and those who speak of the end of the world were also the beginning and end of the coming out.

It was actually a whole different dimension story, but no one points that out.

Knowing about the beast is limited to some humans in the poles.

I just sprayed the information, and it just causes further confusion.

Sooner or later I intend to use a secret detective to manipulate information, but now it is my policy to be static.

Demon kingdom alone is a pile of things to do.

As long as you don't get into so much trouble, you won't mind leaving it alone for one second.

(That's a furious day...)

Standing on the balcony of the castle, I take a night breeze with my rest.

More than being undead, it has nothing to do with physical fatigue, and magic is always supplied.

Still, mental fatigue cannot be ignored.

Too much imposition threatened to cause unexpected harm.

For this reason, I try to rest in earnest.

Especially in the last two days, I am often worried from my subordination as well.

So much so that the proposal to keep an eye on me in turns has also been considered.

I crushed my body to immerse myself in the spiritual world, but apparently that wasn't it.

Even though I had no choice, I was forced to struggle with the delivery.

I have been begged to adopt the most convenient method possible in the future.

(You're happy to be worried about being immortal)

Looking down at the castle city somehow, signs of what I saw overhead appeared.

It is the Great Spirit that descended next door.

I heard you headed for information-sharing with other defense mechanisms, but it was a long way back.

I thought it might take a little longer.

Things are going on, so maybe we've cut the story off early.

But I didn't remember calling the Great Spirit here.

I ask her.

What can I do for you?

"I'm here for a progress report. Aren't you also concerned about what's going on on on other continents?"

"... sure"

I nod honestly.

Looks like the Great Spirit has heard from another defensive mechanism about the situation on other continents.

I also had a good grasp of it in secret detectives and sensory witchcraft, but if I can get accurate information, that's a thankful story.

When told to that effect, the Great Spirit began to explain in the least necessary words.

Other continents, the beast that was ostensibly rampant, seems to have been exterminated.

They say there is nothing for defensive mechanisms to lose militarily, but that some cunning beasts are lurking.

He didn't know where he was and said he was being pursued.

I guess it's unusual for someone like me to be able to sense the beast accurately.

"Why did you pass that information on to me? Do you want to join other continents?"

"I don't mean to. I'm not in a position to impose it on you."

The Great Spirit answers with perseverance.

There is no appearance of lying or deluding.

I lean my neck.

(Thought I'd be entrusted with the enemy...)

Sometimes it's not that much of a pressing situation.

But the answer of the Great Spirit felt, above all, concern for this one.

I just thought I'd be asked without question, and I feel like I've been poked in the void.

A little relieved, the Great Spirit points out coldly.

You think of me as a young, deserted disaster.

"... it's my fault"

I shook my head, hiding my backward feelings.