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

The questions raised by the Great Spirit clearly transformed the place.

The strained air comes again.

It was an atmosphere that could not be said to be far-fetched.

The Great Spirit stares at me.

She was serious in itself.

As a defensive mechanism, I guess you're going to find out about me.

In an atmosphere where no one can speak in a detour, Gwen is grinning funnyly deeper.

Or so she deliberately surprised me.

"Whoa, Mr. Great Spirit. Were you against this proposal?"

"I'm not disagreeing. I just checked before that."

The Great Spirit, who shook his head, rises from his chair.

It was a quiet stand-up.

I don't see any emotional swings.

However, the pressure emanating from the whole body is real.

"I understand your plan. It will also be feasible enough. But it will give a great deal of power to the previous brave. With the power to outsmart the Demon King, you may exchange something"

The allegations are accurate.

Gwen's devised plan has holes.

In the process of solving the current problem, we will gather strength from previous generations of brave men.

It is true that this plan cleans things up.

However, this time the existence of that person cannot be ignored.

For the inexorable power to dwell in her.

That was on such a scale that the fate of the world depended on one use.

It is a force that should not originally be entrusted to individuals.

Gwen's explanation touched on all the advantages and deliberately exposed the danger at heart.

It is her way of doing things.

Everyone was aware of that.

It was therefore the form that the Great Spirit asked on behalf of.

"The risk of a brave man running wild and his readiness to dispose of her in case. Are you concerned about these two things?"

"Yes, you're right"

The Great Spirit affirms.

Gwen narrowed his eyes against him.

It doesn't look like it moved.

They assumed these questions would come.

Gwen, not out of shape, poked me in the cheek with his fingering fingers.

"Come on, come on, Mr. Harveld. Say" Gatsun. "

Gwen, who approached him with intimacy, had a deep grin.

It just seems funny, but I'm sure it's not.

She's trying out about me.

Like the rest of us, they want my true meaning.

(... we'll have to talk)

Resolved I rise.

This is an inevitable exchange.

You can never delude yourself.

The people at the scene saw this one at once.

The reactions vary, but in common they are focused on not missing out on listening to me.

Painfully silent dominated the indoors.

In my gaze, I conceive.

I put the contents together in my head and then gently revealed the truth.

"As the Demon King, it is our main hope that the brave will kill us. I wouldn't complain if I could end up in that person's hands."

Take my cut out, a quiet blur runs indoors.

Perhaps everyone didn't imagine it.

As far as the grom was concerned, it had collapsed from the chair.

"Demon King -"

"But neither is Hate and the position it is allowed to take. I carry the world as a necessary evil"

I overlap my true intentions to block them.

The blemishes soon healed.

Apparently, everyone expected this.

Restore the soothing grom in the chair as well.

I laid my hands on the round table and looked at everyone.

Trying to state the answer to the Great Spirit as it is, interrupt.

I didn't intentionally stop it.

I hesitated to speak further.

(Pathetic......)

Even as I mock myself with my heart, I keep my mind strong.

You need to be ready to put it into words, but you can't back down later.

If you give up, you'll lose faith from the delivery guys.

The way the Demon King is will also rock.

This was a declaration to myself.

It makes sense to declare.

After multiple grids, I finally decide to be ready.

And made representations toward delivery.

"If that man denies me, let him resist it with all his might. It's up to the Demon King to go beyond the brave."