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

"Tell me how it happened. I heard that. I want your opinion."

"Oh, no, is it the dele period? Fine, let's answer it with the big bleeding service!

Glad to hear Gwen stick his hands up.

I was uncomfortable with the reaction.

"... you're on a roll"

"Isn't that obvious? It's for my favorite Mr. Harveld."

Gwen lets one eye close with a glossy look.

I feel chilly and unwittingly lag behind.

Gwen lowered his brow wonderfully.

"Oh, you're not responding well. Do you hate these types of girls?

"The joke is fine. I'll tell you how it went."

I explained the whole story of the events concerning the Savior.

I reveal it without leaving anything to hide.

Gwen is probably not behind this one.

I've confused you with meaningful words and deeds, but they are her jokes.

He also denied involvement.

There won't be anything to hide.

After listening, Gwen sat on the couch and put on his arms.

She roars with a strange look.

"Is it the Savior this time? Oh, my God, one trouble after another. Aren't you trying a little too hard, Mr. Will of the World?

"Don't tell me. It's the troubled side."

I don't want you to have any problems if you wish.

The unforeseen creates confusion in the world.

As for myself wanting to keep the peace, I was in a very annoying state.

"So Mr. Harveld wants to stop the rumored Savior or strike some sort of countermeasure."

"That's right. The Great Spirit said it was difficult, but I thought you might have a different view."

Gwen is a beast in the outside world.

It is a peculiar being that came from space.

It had annihilated many worlds in the past and was hostile to the will of the world many times in the process.

That is, I had a lot of experience.

I thought you had an opinion of your own.

Gwen comes up with a few ideas.

Eventually, she gave her opinion, adding gestures.

"In conclusion, it is impossible to prevent the occurrence of the Savior. People with heroic qualities are everywhere, and you'll wake up from any situation."

"Again?"

"I don't insult the compulsion of the world's will... it feels like a blah blah cheat"

Gwen sighs.

But in the next moment, he changed his stiffness and expression.

When she puts one finger up, she makes me shake it good.

"Well, can you give me some advice on how to manipulate the will of the world?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"I have a backhand. There's a beast who was our best friend - an individual you called a false god. That's the application of the method we were using."

Gwen cut the words there and had a raw warm grin.

Observing me with that face.

What a nerve-wrenching look.

"Don't get carried away. Tell me in conclusion."

"It's your fault already."

The bitter Gwen struck his hand several times.

Leave it long enough before she gets to the bottom of the story.

"Shit! If you can't push it, pull it. That's a theory! So we take the specifications of the law backwards. The harder you take, the more the will of the world has rebelled and caused great trouble. You know that, don't you?

"But if we don't hit some kind of hand, we'll have a problem. You can't overlook it."

"I know how you feel, but let's enjoy it for a while. We don't want to stop, we dare to prepare an environment where the will of the world works easily."

Gwen suggests with a cool face.

It was as if it were a different measure than I had imagined.

No, it's an action that can't even be called a countermeasure.

Very incomprehensible.

"What happens when you do something like that"

"If we succeed, we will have the phenomenon that we aim for. If you're expecting a problem, it's easy to deal with it afterwards. If I were you, I'd lure you into a trap."

"A trap..."

I am convinced of Gwen's expression.

False gods gained immense power in the same way.

By making himself the object of hope and worship, he succeeded in amplifying his power by the will of the world.

Gwen's measure was to lay down where power would gather by a similar procedure.

"It's tough to deter the will of the world before it does, so you should work out a presupposition to activate it. Not bad advice from the Great Spirit, but it only buys time."

"Hmm..."

"Don't worry if it didn't go as you thought it would. If we can manipulate the situation properly, the trap will be effective if we put it out later."

Gwen's proposal was more accurate than I imagined.

Measures are established from the rules of thumb.

I guess that's how we've led so many worlds to doom.

Her arms and track record were certain.

Gwen, finished talking, rolls onto the couch.

I said with my cheek cane on it.

"As it stands, is this about all you can say from me? If you need anything else, don't hesitate to talk to me. I'll advise you depending on the consideration."

"I'm sorry. Thanks."

I thank you.

When I tried to start metastatic magic, I got up like Gwen remembered something.

"Ah, Mr. Harveld"

"What?"

I interrupted the metastasis, I ask.

Gwen, with his thumbs up, declared in a temperament.

"My active part, I'll be waiting for you! You're always ready, yeah."

"... right"

For some reason I left her confident and I left on a transfer from the spot.