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

Hear me whine, Grom's shoulders bounce.

The upset wasn't hidden out.

Grom tells him to groan.

"That's no way..."

"I want to resurrect that man"

I assure you.

I finally put the idea I've always had in my mouth.

As soon as that happens, the real thing overflows like I cut a weir.

"I know I shouldn't bring her back. It is a situation in which various issues are at issue at the moment. But I have thoughts I can't get rid of."

"Demon King......"

Grom groans in pain.

Even if the one eye I lost hurt, I ignored it and spinned the word.

"This is not the wish of the Demon King. It's what the wise man Dwight Harveld wants. The man who was betrayed by the world he saved is still his squire."

It was a fact I had to admit.

My thoughts when I was human are still deep in my heart.

Even then, when I renewed my mind in the valley of the dead, I couldn't dispel the feeling.

Smoking obsession was about to push away the Demon King's responsibilities.

(Poor thing. Really, poor thing)

I am stuck on the board with my own ideas.

If it's just a problem, it's a small one.

But it's not.

In my case, it can shape the fate of the world.

From the moment I become the Demon King, it is no longer a personal matter.

"When I was executed in the valley of the dead, I felt angry at my helpless self. If I could wield my power there, how would my destiny have changed...... I would think somewhere in my heart"

Countless sights circle the back of your brain.

The pain in one eye intensified.

It complains of unpleasant pain.

I consciously pulled out my body.

If you interrupt your thoughts slightly, the pain will be slightly relieved.

It's about resting, but it's easier.

"I've been rocking all the time. Blunt decisions at the heart of the matter are habits that have remained the same since lifetime. If someone doesn't push me back, I can't decide anything. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

"Keh, never such a thing..."

Grom says.

He's been searching hard for words, but he didn't seem to find them.

I have a sense of annoyance.

I'm just hitting the groms with emotions that don't boil off.

It is an eight-hundred hit after he was convinced that he would never be angry.

It would be a shitty act.

Understand that, I fall into further self-loathing.

That's when another sign appeared behind Grom.

I stop thinking and watch.

From the shadow of a large grom, a glimpse of his face.

Luciana was the one with the mean grin.

Floating with wings, she leaps forward in a graceful move.

And sing as you rotate like you dance.

"The foolishness of Sama the Demon King, I heard -"

While she rejoiced, there were those who ran this way from afar.

It's Henry who runs with his bow hanging on his back.

He is walking as if there were ground in the air.

Henry doesn't have the ability to fly.

Focusing on his feet, he was experiencing a force field.

From the magic, Luciana seems to be assisting.

Apparently, the two of us have come this far.

What a rare combination.

Luciana, with her hands behind her back, approaches me.

Leaving it between meanings, she narrowed her eyes and peered into her face.

"- That sounds like an interesting topic. Why don't you mix them up, too?