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

Luciana grinned bitterly at the sight in front of her.

The gaze looks out at the Great Spirit and Logan.

"Another flashy appearance... I wonder if you want to stand out"

"Ha, that's good. Not bad."

Henry was laughing happily.

On the contrary, it is the end of praise.

(That's still abrupt...)

I wonder how hurried I was.

If I had been contacted via the reading, I could have forwarded it to me, but it didn't seem to have come to that idea to see the momentum flown in.

It's Logan I feel sorry for.

Guess from his posture, he's been taken forcefully.

Stay in charge, stay calm.

It seemed to protect the flesh with spiritual magic, without which it must have been more tragic.

I had the two of them in charge of neighboring areas, but that extraction could have been a mistake.

When I felt guilty for Logan, the Great Spirit came here.

"Elf's chief brought you here because he insists he wants to see how you are"

"Wait, I said that..."

"You must be friends of the old knowledge. We should exchange words."

The Great Spirit, claiming pale, lowered Logan to the ground.

Logan, confronted with me, has a harsh look on his face.

After a brief silence, he mutters in a serious tone.

"Don't die. Show me your face again."

"... I promise"

In short words, I can feel care and trust.

It was indeed a Logan-like word.

We've been dating for quite a while.

His sincere feelings were well conveyed.

Meanwhile, Luciana was moving by the Great Spirit.

They are exchanging whispers.

"Why don't you say something, too?

"You don't need me"

"Damn, you're a bad liar..."

Luciana exaggerates and sighs.

When she came back to me, she whispered with her hands.

"Hey, Demon King Sama"

"What?"

"Tell her what's on her mind, too."

"Hmm..."

I somehow understand Luciana's suggestion.

It is unnatural not to say anything only to the Great Spirit in this situation.

The Great Spirit came all the way from a distant place.

It means you worry about me a lot.

You should tell him something from here.

I spin my thoughts.

But it doesn't quite flash, such as what I was mindful of.

Luciana would be good at these things.

I tried to beg her for advice, and she shook my head before I asked.

Looks like you have to think for yourself.

I eventually come up with a draft.

I don't know if that's the right answer, but it's not a good idea to keep them waiting too long.

I stand before the Great Spirit and look at her.

"What is it"

"I want you to keep this"

That's what I said and broke one of my ribs.

Disassemble it by magic and recombine it into another form.

Built in the hand was a dark dagger.

Between the pattern and the blade, a small gem is fitted.

It's what my magic has solidified.

In the sunlight, he was showing a bright glow of dark green.

(You did a great job impromptu)

To me, it is a dagger of no great value.

The ribs have already been repaired with impatience and there is no need for them to be returned.

But as a sign of promise, it will look just right.

I think it fits perfectly.

I hand the dagger to the Great Spirit.

The Great Spirit stared at it and held it dearly in his chest.

With her face up, she pronounces it on me.

"The deadline is two days. If exceeded, we consider the ownership to have been forfeited."

"Got it. Be careful not to delay."

The mood of the Great Spirit is as obscure as ever.

I just didn't feel bad about it.

I look back and ask Luciana with my gaze.

She had her thumbs up.

For one thing, it seemed to be an action to reach a point.

The Great Spirit with the dagger lifts Logan again.

I guess you're going back to your place of business.

Logan is irresistible.

You must know you can't go against it.

However, against the mocking Luciana, he had sent a murderous gaze.

Luciana is frightened on purpose.

Henry, looking at the interaction between the two, seemed to enjoy himself.

(Don't let the tension fade...)

I'm a little weak.

Should I feel as good as they do?

All my life, I've been told that I feel too much about everything.

Whatever the mood, it doesn't change what needs to be done.

Maybe we should apprentice the delivery.

The Great Spirit returned to the center to the fallen ground.

So bend your knees and make a stockpile.

"You are another justice. Don't forget."

The last Great Spirit to say so showed an explosive leap.

Reaching the sky in an instant, it flew away to the other side.

(another justice, or)

The actions of a series of great spirits deviated from the role of the defensive mechanism.

I'm not supposed to have to do anything so far.

She supports me as an individual.

It's not enough to be thankful.

I will have to repay you sooner or later.