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

I manipulate the magic in my body and sharpen my consciousness.

Switch to that for fighting thoughts.

On the other hand, she had a cool grin.

"Looks like you're ready. Good mindset. If you had lived, you would have hesitated. You tried to avoid fighting me."

"... undeniable"

When I was human, I had less sweetness.

That has still not been completely dispelled, but it was more pronounced at the time.

I would have found this situation intolerable.

I must have explored a solution through dialogue.

Now that he has become the Demon King, he is calmly admitted to the facts.

I never lost my mind.

I was able to put up a sense of purpose that should take precedence over personal feelings.

The days after I became immortal gave me the spiritual strength to just move on, even though I was lost.

"I can feel your experience from the sword. Looks like you've been through a lot of ordeal. You have saved the world many times. We are proud to have fought together."

She describes it with a frivolous expression.

You must have experienced the trajectory of being my demon king.

It was a word full of kindness when taken to par, but not actually.

She naturally doesn't fully affirm me.

Instead, you can say the opposite is true.

Those eyes were giving a peek at the resolute severity.

There are still unacceptable parts of it.

I don't even think about specific events right now.

This hand was stained with an uninterrupted amount of blood.

"Take your weapons. Let's settle here."

"- Yes."

I snort, forming a pitch-black sword.

It was a weapon that worked out magic and temper, exactly the same shape as the sword she had.

I've wielded it many times, so imitation of shapes is easy.

Me and her, like we showed each other, lay down their swords.

We were still quite a distance from each other.

But it would be futile to think, such as physical intermissions.

For us, it disappears in an instant.

"That's a strange feeling. It's like confronting a mirror."

She groans uncommonly.

My sword moves are borrowed from her like no other.

It was inevitable that the structures were identical.

I always looked at that next door or behind me.

I never dreamed of it in my lifetime, such as when I was going to confront you from the front.

From me, who was human, this situation would be tantamount to a nightmare.

A long silence precipitates on the ground.

Before moving out, she opened her mouth.

"Dwight."

"... what is it"

"Give it all you can. We don't need to add or subtract from each other."

She said in a strong tone.

It was an atmosphere that didn't let me say whether or not it was there.

Understanding the meaning of words, I immediately exercise witchcraft.

That's how we transferred millions of undead around us.

It's the surplus power that kept us waiting all over the demon kingdom.

They have been placed to surround us, turning them into walls of bone and rot.

It was like an audience watching the battle.

Looking around at the sight of hell, she admires.

"That's a wise man. Its strength is alive... no, it seems to be lifting its arms even more"

Her gaze returns to me.

The air strained for a while and a paralyzing tension ran across his body.

Suppress it with your strength.

Hegemonic she asks me.

"Are you ready"

"Yeah, it's all set."

I responded by putting my strength into the hand holding the pattern.

When she nods small, she declares in full.

- Okay, let's get started.