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

I do the work mixed up with countless directors.

Specifically, it's a minor fix for the Magic Formation.

In keeping with the activation of the procedure, the magic must circulate without delay.

It is fundamental in the exercise of magic, but it was also the most important itinerary.

Failure to do so creates glitches in witchcraft.

If it's simple magic, it's not that much of a problem.

Exquisite, to the extent that it consumes more magic.

It wouldn't be a great deal of damage where it failed.

Except for the resurrection of the dead.

It is the highest difficulty of sorcery, and proportionally more dangerous.

It is an act that I, having acquired immense power in the valley of the dead, have failed to accomplish over the years.

It is also thanks to multiple exceptional beings that we thus put ourselves in the final phase.

It's an area I couldn't reach by myself.

There is no more elusive technique. It is so assertive, and incredible precision is required.

A slight glitch could therefore cause a fatal phenomenon.

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In some of those circumstances, the director was exercising extreme concentration.

I'm so immersed that my voice can't reach me.

Occasionally, in division, he was engaged in the adjustment of the magic formation by hand.

The face of the director pouring all nerves was serious in itself.

I've never seen him more serious.

The atmosphere to be hailed as a regular odd person did not feel fine dust either.

I also turn my consciousness to the task in front of me so that I don't lose out on her seriousness.

At the end of a series of confirmations, the director looked up.

Exhaled heavily, she speaks to me in a sunny manner.

"We'll do some fine-tuning here later. It's all right now, so rest the demon king."

"Are you sure?

"Absolutely. There are so many of them!

The surrounding director reacted simultaneously to the words.

Let them snort with a reliable look.

I'm not being strong, it really doesn't seem to be a problem.

"I'm sorry."

"No! I'll call you when I'm ready!

Sweet to the words of the sincere director, I walk away from the spot.

Any longer stays can be annoying.

Away from the magic formation, I activate sensory magic because I have nothing to do with it.

Then, signs just appeared nearby.

From what appeared with the swing of magic, it can be seen that it was visited with metastatic magic.

I turn in that direction.

It was the groms that stood secluded.

He moves forward in a shabby motion.

When he came forward to me, he made me try to be polite as usual.

"Ma, demon king. How are you feeling, huh?

The greeting was a little unnatural.

My voice is nodding.

I was also scratching sweat about what principle it was.

Grom is nervous to see.

It's like you've deposited a serious assignment, but that's not true.

I ask concerned about the condition.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah, yeah! I'm in perfect physical condition! I can always be of service to the Demon King!

Grom responds tensely.

He still seemed to be pushing himself up.

I think about the cause, and I immediately think about it.

It's rare that Grom can be so wolfish.

Perhaps even if his own death approached the present, he would not be upset so far.

Then there is one cause.

The greatest loyalist of the Demon King's Army, Grom, was afraid of my death, my lord.