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

I moved to a place where there was a riot.

Leave the grom in the castle.

The scene is downtown.

If we showed up at the same time, there could have been unnecessary confusion.

It seems the riot itself is not a big deal, so you won't even have to go out of your way.

Transferred into an alley, I suppress magic and temper with covert magic.

Further recognition-inhibiting techniques were used to prevent discomfort in appearance.

This won't make any noise if they see you.

They just recognize the robe as a man in sight.

I'm ready. I'm leaving the alley.

The area was already noisy.

It's not because you saw me.

People's gaze was toward the end of the street.

The riot seems to have broken out over there.

I try to sew the crowd and move on.

Nobody realizes who this person is because of the magical cover-up.

When my shoulder hit me, I could lean my neck slightly.

I guess I felt uncomfortable with the stiff feeling of the bone.

Even as I get those reactions, I walk flat.

Eventually I came to a position where I could see the sight beyond the crowd.

The soldiers of the city are holding back a group of men and women.

I guess they rioted.

I pay attention to that group.

They were merchants, mercenaries, the general public and so on.

Gender, age and race, as well as occupation, are heterogeneous.

There is no particular appearance of witchcraft, nor is it a special condition such as mental contamination.

At least it wasn't manipulated.

I'm pretty sure they voluntarily rioted.

I used my readings to speak to a local spy.

"I want to talk to the rioters. Can you arrange it?"

'It's possible. I'll be ready in a minute. "

At the same time as the response, one soldier emerged from the crowd.

He is a secret detective who was exchanging stories.

He was infiltrating the local army under false identities.

Instruct the soldiers who seize the group what the secret detectives are up to.

The soldiers nodded and began to take the group tied with rope.

Leaving the spot trying to crack the crowd.

I use sensory magic to see where I'm going.

The group, captured by the soldiers, is apparently headed to the barracks.

After a while I stopped moving in an empty room in the basement.

Looks like we're ready to hear the situation.

I move to an empty room with a transfer.

Indoors lacking light sources were stained with blood everywhere.

If you look closely, the bone-like wreckage is also rolling.

Apparently, this place is like a torture chamber.

I'm surprised there's such a room in the basement of the barracks, but I guess there are times when you need it on top of your business.

Whatever the organization is, there are jobs that can't be shadowed.

I'm not going to criticize you for that.

Meanwhile, the soldiers were puzzled by my appearance.

We can't even talk, we're gazing at each other.

The secret detective didn't even seem to have told us the details.

I turned the hood I was wearing and showed my face.

At the same time, the technique of recognition inhibition is lifted.

At that moment, the soldiers looked up to heaven.

When they left the group in captivity, they left the room with us.

The soldiers are not demon kings.

A common soldier who belongs to this city.

You didn't think I was on my way out.

I've done something a little worse.

"It's late"

A secret detective came into the room trying to replace him.

He is a subordinate of Luciana and a demon from the Republic.

Because he has plastic surgery, his appearance is indistinguishable from that of a human being.

I was told he was a good person with high infiltration skills.

"Thank you. Let's get started."

In response to a secret detective, I put up a barrier that combines soundproofing and closure.

This won't get in the way from the outside in case.

Seeing the detainees, I turn my thoughts around.

(Who the hell is the Savior...)

If my reckoning is correct, it's probably a word referring to a hero.

The will of the world may have begun to work.

If so, it is a case that cannot be ignored.

We must find out who it is.