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

Luciana slapped me on the shoulder as I remembered to thank the Great Spirit who flew away.

she says, pointing in the western direction.

"Then you and your boys will be back to your quarters."

Luciana floats with her wings up and down.

I can transfer them to the holding area, but they're going back on their own.

Henry tried to grab her hand, but came this way on the brink.

He puts his fist against my chest.

"Admiral, don't lose to the previous brave men."

"We haven't decided to fight yet"

"Whoa, no, you did"

Henry grabbed Luciana's hand while saying so as he remembered.

The two rise to the sky.

The motion was so agile that I didn't think it was just the wings' power.

I guess I'm accelerating with magic.

"It's a belief that doesn't bend! Don't think about the details, just hit it out of the blue!

"Good luck, Demon King Sama. Waiting for the good news. Wow."

The two of them, left out loud, fly away into the distance.

I've been with them for quite a while, too.

I was honestly delighted with the kindness of not decorating with extra words.

(Time to go back to the Director)

I don't have anything in particular to do.

You'd better wait in front of the magic team and be in full swing.

That's what I thought and tried to turn my heel back, and the voice of restraint flew in.

"Wait! Somebody forgot!

The sharp screams were from far away.

The person, who often spoke through, approached abruptly.

It is Diela who walks in the wind.

She stands on my path as I slide down the ground.

Yura and Dorda also appeared late.

I stopped, I ask Diela.

"What's up?"

"If you think about how it's unfolding so far, it's up to the rest of the executives to come out! The Lord can't read the air!

"... sorry"

For some reason, I was pissed, but I'll apologize first.

I did notice the presence of the three of them.

From the stage we were talking to Grom, they waited a long way.

I also know that Yura's spiritual witchcraft was eavesdropping on this conversation.

He was wondering what he was doing, but he expected the others to be gone.

I thought it was something I just watched far away and had nothing to talk about.

"Fair enough. We're running out of time, so let's talk briefly. Thankful words from the previous demon kings."

Diela, who laid her hand on my shoulder, says often with a face.

I don't ask for anything to be thankful for, but if you say it, she'll bend her navel.

When she reads the air and shuts up, Diela stands one finger.

She began her advice in a calm tone.

"Let's start with dialogue. If you're close to the Lord and the brave, you've got a lot to talk about. Speak fully."

"What do we do next?"

"From the beginning, he was slaughtered with all his might. We're going to fight anyway."

Diela grabs her fist and answers instantly.

What a girlfriend way it was.

It's not any advice.

Diela glanced at my cheeks with her fingertips.

And I'm going to grab my jaw gently and gaze at it.

The air I joked about was foggy.

"This is serious. Brave men and demon kings confront each other. Where are the chances of being at peace? They're not destined to fight. Even if we try to control the will of the world, that relationship remains the same."

Diela has a staring face.

The nose tip seems to be at a distance.

She keeps talking without losing her sight for a moment.

"It's about the wise Lord. Deep down, you've already noticed."

"It's..."

"I want to work hand in hand with the brave and make peace with them. I understand your desire for such a future, and I can't deny it. I also know that your Lord is steadfast in his readiness to deserve..."

That's where Diela hangs up the words.

Behind her eyes, a faint flame was hidden.

It is a sense of intimidation worthy of an earlier demon king.

With enough temper to tremble the earth, she spins her words.

"Don't insult me, okay? Slaughter me, brave man, have a noble spirit. Dead enough to overtake the Lord. Just a few gaps in your heart can be fatal."

"I know."

"... that would be great! The Lord has defeated me! I trust you, um."

Diela, softening her attitude as soon as possible, let go of her face lightly.

Don't hesitate to slap me on the back and make me laugh happily ever after.

The power to the last minute feels like an illusion, but I'm sure you meant it.

Diela is trying me.

Among the executives, she was the only one with a different perspective.

As the same demon king, I'm trying to figure out my true worth.

Usually all the bizarres are noticeable, but their essence hasn't changed since their active years - no, they were leaping even further.

If you decide I don't deserve the Demon King, you must relentlessly try to take over.

From an earlier question, I caught a glimpse of the true intentions of such a Diera.

Totally at her usual pace, Diela talks to Yura and Dorda.

"Do you guys have any advice?

"Individual Names Bitter to Diela - It's hard to follow your statement"

"Don't worry about me or anything. Just tell them what you want to tell them."

The bitter Diela says as she teaches.

Yura, who took it, advanced before me.

When she salutes only once, she speaks with upright immobility.

"Plead with the master - be sure to go home alive. Whatever the means."

"Okay."

I nod and respond.

Yura showed relief.

Now Dorda came out to replace him.

Take on the axe. He demands of me.

"New Tana, Ship Ga...... Greed Shii. After Return II. Manufacturing Request M"

"Got it. Build it into your plans."

Words full of personal greed, but it sounds like Dorda the Great Pirate.

His request should be fulfilled in preparation for the naval battle.

Adding the manufacture of the ship to the course of the back of my brain, Diela called my name.

"It's Dwight."

She held one arm up in front of her face.

Then a mixture of scales and crusts occurs from the fingertips, covering up to the elbow tips.

Diela tells him to show it off.

"When it's really dangerous, don't hesitate to call it. Senior Demon King will rush for a fee."

"Isn't that free there"

"I owe you money for gambling. You can't do charity."

Looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, Diela answers with one evil looking face.

When he received the gaze of pursuit from Jura, he began to whistle out of sound.

I only have the feeling of pity for that sight.

(He is an ancient demon king with a fierce drop...)

The atmosphere was ruined earlier.

Serious things don't seem to last long.

Maybe that's what Diela has.