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

Her proclamation resonated strongly in my mind.

While I am aware of the smoking emotions, I produce a pitch-black sword.

Through magic there, I vibrated the blade fast.

Set up a sword in that state that dramatically elevated its destructive power.

I tell her with some hesitation.

"Once our justice failed. The world of the late Demon King was far from peaceful."

As I ran out, I was slashed to her first.

Even if prevented by amazing reflex nerves, it adds a chase.

I repeated the attack with all my might so that I could not fight back.

"Without deterrence, humanity would have just fought. Absolute evil is therefore required."

I switched swords to one hand and activated many sorceries in my empty hands in parallel.

Keep them compressed and stick out trying to tap them into her.

She slit my wrist on the flat clap when she was on the brink.

A fallen hand erupted the sorcery.

Me and her evacuate at the same time.

The uncontrolled magic burst out flying brightly colored light.

We collide again as magic and rain pour down.

We were meeting and killing each other's swords at high speeds.

Though I have been murdered several times, I try to fight.

"The nations are relieved, even though by their mouths they crusade the Demon King. Now we can postpone the war with our neighbors."

If it's not what you really want, I'm not a demon king.

Now I can say it with certainty.

I didn't fight the world.

It was the wishes of the people that made me manifest.

Against her, she was playing the offense in a chilling manner.

And throws a pale objection.

"Your aim for world peace is only a compromise."

"Yeah, it's a compromise. Even I want to make a bloodless peace. I'm so thorough with evil because I found out that's impossible..."

Cognizant of the heightened emotions, but no longer able to contain them.

The true meaning that was causing it to sink into the depths of my heart, overflowing like rotten mud.

"People insulted your feats and sacrifices! For the ugly desire, I threw it away!

I leave it to my emotions to continue my onslaught.

Wonder and body were light.

I can move as if I wanted this.

The attack speed increases indefinitely.

She was forced to defend herself.

Until now, the situation has been reversed.

It would still be due to her exceptional skill that I can't let her suffer one wound.

"Dear brave man. After you defeat me, will you lead the world to peace? Tell me what you think."

I lay down my questions as I slapped my sword.

For a moment, she has returned a sharp blow.

The arcing blade severed my arm.

So I jump away and finally stop my leg.

The missing part was compensated for late.

In the meantime, she stood silently.

Watch my arm heal and mouth the answer as it ends.

"I will not guide peace"

"... what do you mean?

I'm a little confused.

It was an unexpected word.

She goes on to talk plainly.

"It means as it is. I'm not the guide. The whole world - it's what people strive for in cooperation with each other. Our actions were motivated by that."

"Deception. The result of our inability to cooperate is today's world."

What she talks about was just beautiful.

It's just an ideal theory, and in fact it can never be fulfilled.

If I could do that, I wouldn't be the Demon King.

When she waves her sword only once, she scratches up her strained forehead with rain.

Is it because of your mind that it seemed a bit of a throwing motion?

"Dwight, you're right. We're capturing the truth."

The next moment, her appearance is sumptuous.

When I instantly perceived the approaching, I moved my sword aggressively.

Heavy shocks and metal noises run.

Lacking a sword of temper, he succeeded in stopping the slaughter aimed at his neck.

"But the future you create is blocked. Do you think there is real hope for mankind to be managed?

"You're telling me to obsess with that hope and do it and let the feud go wild! Is that the conclusion of your... brave man who saved the world!

I push my sword in with my voice absurd.

She stepped on her ass and added a blade to that neck muscle.

The intimate mutual swords are shaking with a rubbing sound.

(In strength, I have a minute here)

I try to push through like this all at once.

That's when she suddenly weakened and twisted herself.

Having lost my sense of resistance, my sword ate into her shoulder with a bounce.

From there, blood seeps through.

It hasn't been cut, but it would have reached the surface of the bone from the feel.

But she was flat out.

No, if you look closely, there's a big change.

That's her floating look.

It gives a peek at bitterness, including teasing, self-derision, and giving up.

It also looked painful.

It was a complex look I had never seen before.

With a glimpse of her shoulder wound, she squeals at me with a profound voice.

- You're overbeautifying Claire Button.