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

Wet in the rain, she wore pure white clothes.

It's just a garment at first glance, but it's all made up of magic.

It would be tougher than half-breed armor.

She looks at me from a distance.

The position was as it was remembered.

Never an illusion or anything.

It does exist there.

There's just something different about him than he once was.

Her body was home to an overwhelming amount of magic.

It is no longer in the realm of man.

Because the will of the world is also intrinsic, the power to hold is so vast that the bottom cannot be seen.

It was as if the world itself had become anthropomorphic.

Yes, the technique I exercised is not strictly resuscitation.

It is in such a way as to place her as the principal personality in a human being created in numerous exceptional ways.

Possibilities were also considered that personality and memory had changed due to defects.

Keeping my mind tight, I never speak my mind.

"Dear brave man..."

"Dwight, it's been a long time. I didn't think I'd see you again."

She speaks quietly.

Rin's atmosphere was exactly the same as it was then.

Reminds me of my lifelong journey.

At this point I realize that her personality has not been transformed.

She had not lost sight of herself, even though it incorporated the irrationality of the will of the world.

I stand there as a solid individual.

I try to explain a series of events.

But she put her hands up and blocked it.

"I understand the situation. You brought me back."

"... Yes. I wanted you to see the world today."

In relation to the ritual, she has a connection to the sword of the will and shapes of the world.

Looks like you went through them and grabbed some information you haven't seen or heard.

She was brilliant, without much confusion, and embraced her own resuscitation and the passage of more than a decade.

"When you were executed in the Valley of the Dead, you had deep regrets and grief - and strong anger. I wasn't expecting you to be the Demon King, but you are."

She talks as she looks at me.

Even in front of me, who became a black immortal, I could not feel the upset.

There is no mourning or reprimanding me for falling into darkness.

On the contrary, I even said it was like me.

The eye through the core captures me through sensible colors.

With that fact, I lowered my gaze slightly.

"... sorry, no"

"Why are you apologizing?

"I denied your intentions. I dyed my hands against the power of contraindications, not to be executed by adults."

"But you didn't become a demon king driven only by vengeance. Different?

She asks, conclusively.

I do not doubt my own speculation.

Even though she didn't say anything, she was nursing her true purpose.

It is an unknown part of just having the record in your hand.

It would be a prediction that added to my personality.

(You can't hide things...)

We are friends who have kept each other's lives.

I can sense some thoughts and feelings.

Especially that guy's insight was sharp enough to wrap his tongue around.

The more I bothered in the shadows, the more I prompted the consultation immediately.

No need for bad deception or lies.

I decided to tell the truth.

"I wanted to keep the world at peace. Unlike your ideal future, it was the result of my own answers."

I'm not saying there was no vengeance on people.

It was true that he took off the valley of the dead with personal grievances and raided the king's capital.

There is still disappointment and giving up on mankind, which is why we reign as demon kings.

On the other hand, the heart aimed at achieving world peace was also genuine.

I wanted to take over what she couldn't accomplish.

It was by switching the policies of the process that we tried to lead to success.

I'm sure it wasn't the best, but I've done everything I can until today.

Hearing my confession, she gives a familiar smile.

It was a nostalgic look.

"Seriously, you always took things seriously. He was more of an idealist than me, and at the same time a realist."

"... I mean, what does that mean"

"I am not going to deny your imaginary world peace. This is the answer you have arrived at over ten years. Put it up with confidence."

She assured me, she put her hands on the pattern.

Slowly the sword is pulled out.

Turning her cutting edge this way, she declares in a calm voice.

"- On top of that, I stand up to you."

"Again, you will"

"I share your thoughts, but I can't endorse them. We must therefore stop as brave men."

She said in no uncertain condition.

He had been stabbed with a nail by Diela, but he still has the spirit he deserves with a brave man.

The person I admired the most had unfathomable integrity.

At this moment, I understand.

Reunion with her meant a lot.

I didn't resurrect you to sympathize with your purpose.

Not to be destroyed, of course.

- As a modern demon king, it was to surpass the best brave men in the world.