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

"This Savior in the first place is a being spread out of trivial good deeds and exaggerated by the bard. Images fleshed out by people's delusions and rumors continue to bloat indefinitely. I don't think it was a substitute for an individual to be named by the time we got to the world."

"You couldn't stand the weight of your name..."

The origin of the Savior is goodwill by an anonymous man.

Little people help originates.

unrelated they overlapped, forming a non-existent Savior.

If the Savior had existed, excessive rumors would have been suppressed as well.

But no such individual is anywhere.

Because it is a figure of fantasy, created after being overwhelmed.

"The sudden death of the Savior is nobody's fault. If you insist, is it the one who deserves the whole of humanity? Don't you think there's anything more arrogant about being disappointed while you listen to it on your own?

Gwen smiles with a full face of sadism.

She was mocking humanity from the bottom of her heart.

I don't try to hide my seeping malice.

This was her nature.

"You seem to enjoy this."

"Isn't that natural? So it's none of my business. There's nothing more delightful than someone else's misfortune. Oh, did you think I had a bad personality?

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I stare at Gwen silently.

She was deliberately stroking this nerve.

I enjoy watching my reactions.

If I showed anger, it was the kettle she thought.

Without prepostering the tone, I change the subject.

"I believe that this incident is some precursor. What do you think?

"That's right. It's generally the same opinion, yeah. Things are going to get worse from now on."

Gwen says, scratching his ears.

It's an unserious attitude, but the look did spin thoughts.

I'm not speaking without thought.

I keep asking her opinions.

"What exactly happens?"

"I can't be sure, but we'll probably have a strong enemy"

"Strong enemy."

When I said that, Gwen nodded.

She stands one finger in her right hand.

I spoke to myself as I spun it around.

"The power of the aspirations that the Saviors failed to receive is stagnating with loss of destination. It will not disappear. I'm going to make a trap somewhere and expose it."

"Is it possible that he who is the beacon will become the mighty enemy?"

"You're absolutely right! That's a good guess, Mr. Harveld."

Gwen has been poking his finger at me.

She goes on to say the words with a joyful grin.

"The voice for the Demon King crusade and the tide of overbearing the Savior. The dual element is the will of this world. It's quite intense."

"It doesn't matter. Whoever it is, twist it down."

I answer with perseverance.

Things have been extremely confusing.

I can no longer choose the means.

If this happens, I should force it to work out.

If new enemies appear, they are going to eliminate them before something is done.

"I'm confident. That's what it feels like to be a demon king."

Gwen says floating.

Even before my pressure, she was flat.

Sleeping on the couch, she laughs as she moves her legs.

He was like an innocent child.

But its essence is the opposite of innocence.

I asked her such questions.

"I'd like to ask you, but I don't suppose there's any countermeasures."

"Unfortunately, you don't. Because we are in an irrevocable phase at the moment. Even if we are forced to suppress the will of the world here, we will just storm off somewhere again. It would be wise to dissipate it once."

"Okay, okay."

I get up off the couch.

And tell Gwen he stopped moving.

"- I'm going to kill the will of the world. Turn down the cause here."

"Uh, it's a joke, isn't it? Could you be serious?

"I mean it."

Hearing my answer, Gwen got the look of a bitter bug bite.

Something seems dissatisfied.

It was the first look I saw.

It always seems unimaginable from her that she could afford it.

I declare it regardless.

"If we are to disturb world peace, we will not tolerate what it may be. I'll make sure to wipe it out."

"No, no, I said I can't. Because it's absolutely impossible to do that without destroying the world. Let's start with the premise..."

"It is my duty to make the impossible possible"

I say, trying to block it.

Gwen then sighed deeply.

She looks up at me in a rolling position.

"... It's a difficult way to live. Too hard for you to regret it?

"This is how you can run without losing your mission. You have nothing to regret."

"I thought you were intelligent, you're an idiot."

"I am aware that I am stupid"

I am here many times making mistakes.

I understand no matter who tells me.

But I wasn't going to bend it.

Because I believe this is right.

I turn back my heel.

The harvest was considerable.

No more conversation would be necessary now.

When using metastatic magic, I say to Gwen:

"I may borrow wisdom again. Then, please."

"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it. I don't have the right to veto, and I'm going to help more and more."

Gwen responded in a throwing tone somewhere.

I don't know, but there seemed to be a change of heart in her.

You won't get a clear answer back when you ask.

I sensed it, and I left the scene with a metastasis.