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

That night I go out with Logan.

The purpose was to inspect the demonic kingdom.

By belonging, it's not like some country has surrendered.

It made part of the demon kingdom independent.

It is difficult to manage a territory that is too large.

With all the extra chores, delivery was struggling.

So we decided to let the head of the local area run the border.

Six months have passed since the establishment of the country to which it belongs.

As it stands, there is no major problem.

Some confusion, however, was in shape as a country.

However, all the existing countries within the continent had voiced criticism.

He recognises several newly created kingdoms as an abominable nation under the control of the Demon King.

It was generally a reaction as expected.

I'm going to leave those voices alone.

Even if you can stand out and criticize, your country will not actually be attacked.

Countries had not healed the beast's damage.

Attacks on the Nation are synonymous with declarations of war against the Demon King.

You won't be able to imitate it like you're waging a war with your knowledge of it.

I would think about the backwork, but the truth is that I can't do much about it.

The emergence of belonging countries further increased pressure on existing countries.

This choice has widened, so I'm going to manipulate the situation on the continent even further in the future.

Transferred over, we confirm the streets of our country.

Architectural work was also under way at night in that land, once one of the demon kings' realms.

The light of magic installed at equal intervals illuminates the entire city.

I could see quite a rich life ahead of me.

Logan, standing next to him, reports to me as he turns the dossier.

"The area is slightly understaffed. I'm sending a golem, but you don't mind?

"Oh, please"

I nodded, sending my gaze far away.

It was a big way off the city, and the blue flames were shaking.

Confirmed by farsighted sorcery, it was a small village there.

People gather in the central area and they have a blue flame.

"What festival is that?"

"They worship the Demon King. It's a habit that started here recently."

"I see..."

I pay attention to what's going on in the village.

A heart of love was felt by the people.

They're directed at me like no other.

I find that fact uncomfortable.

"It's an unusual custom to deify the Demon King"

"Considering what you do, you won't be."

"What do you mean?

Asking Logan unintentionally, he answers looking at the blue flames.

"The modern demon king has been running for the realm. I guess people realize that, too. You've taken a lot of lives, but you've brought more salvation than that."

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"Are you dissatisfied with being worshipped?

"Surprisingly, it's not bad. But I'm definitely not going down the seat of evil. Whoever worships me is a minority."

I'm not denying that village, but I have the role of immortal evil.

It would be opposite poles to worship.

If mankind as a whole sees me as God, I cannot maintain my current standing.

From now on, think carefully about standing around.

Every single action shapes the demon king's impression.

You should think of a way to help.

Since Luciana specializes in camouflage work, I would also like to consult with her.

As I secretly guarded myself, I noticed Logan staring at me.

He tells with a straight glance.

"Dwight, you're doing great without losing sight of yourself. While he is responsible for the Demon King, he doesn't seem to forget the temperament of a hero."

"Is that a good thing?

"At least it's not a bad thing. He is not drowned in mighty power because he is a true hero, and is consistently viewed with purpose. Without the thought of justice, you would be a real demon king and destroy the world"

Logan's words were firing a target.

Now there is no such thing as being able to counter me.

None of the mighty Demon King armies or defensive mechanisms.

Even the beasts of the outside world can be slaughtered like dust and mustard.

If you care about that, you will lead the world to doom in less than three days.

No matter how many powerful enemies hold you back, you will surely be able to achieve it.

I do not transfer it to execution because the consciousness and sense of purpose of the wise remains.

And it was because of the presence of that man in the back of his brain.

"As a friend, I respect you. We will continue to assist you to the extent possible."

"... helpful"

I bow my head.

Logan's words are comforting.

It illuminates my path at all times.

It will be thanks to him that he can recognize humanity, even though he is the body of the immortal.

"If I step off the road, I want you to tell me"

"Whatever. I'll hang on to this life and stop you."

"I'm glad to hear that, but don't die."

"You're the same."

Logan, smiling small, looked back and pointed to the other side.

In that direction is the Castle of the Demon King.

"It's time to go home. It's about time Grom prepared dinner."

"Okay."

I started metastatic magic accordingly.