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

She breaks down in the air and lands without attacking me.

With a slight curl, he looked down at the arrow that stabbed him in the chest.

She will look like she has figured something out.

"I see, this is..."

"That's the arrow that killed you."

I dare to put it into words.

The arrows I unleashed on her were those used at the time of her execution more than a decade ago.

Before this battle began, we searched the valley of the dead to find it.

From a regular person, it's just a decaying arrow.

But for her, who lost her life with this, it's a causal substitute.

The arrow contains the concept of "murdered a brave man".

It has a magical meaning and acts as a kind of curse.

Arrows and brave men are bound by cause and effect.

If you let go, you will dwell on the power inside and wear her life.

It doesn't matter if it's an immortal soul.

The cause of death is powerful.

It works by ignoring the characteristics of the soul.

I never used the Special Arrow before because I still feared she would prevent it.

At each other's extremes, we wanted to aim for the least spare moment.

So it was kept warm.

"... you're a little tired"

That's what she said. She lowered her sword.

I can't feel the war anymore.

Looks like she admitted defeat.

When I touched the arrow lightly, I made him smile lightly.

"What an accurate measure. Looking back, I have been helped many times by your measures. This time, we're going to taste it for ourselves..."

She tells me to miss it.

You must be remembering the days of your journey with me.

At the time, I was acting like a staff officer.

In the process of fighting the Demon King's Army, every plan and operation was drawn up and she acted accordingly.

Even when dealing with the mighty Demons, I thoroughly worked out measures before bringing them into battle.

That is how it has contributed to the triumph of the shady and brave.

She was relative to me.

Spin words without making you feel the pain of an arrow.

"You're stronger. As those who fought together, I am proud of you."

"Thanks to you. It's an area I couldn't reach on my own."

The only reason I could call myself a wise man was because she was there.

It was no other brave man who brought me up to be a hero.

The same is true of being a demon king.

Both were made up of the premise of being her.

This is how I got to one answer, because I could hear her true intentions.

This battle had a huge impact on me.

The grid that was smoking in my heart was resolved and I was able to surpass her, who was just chasing me.

When I extinguish my own sword, I never speak my mind.

"... Dear Claire"

"What is it"

"Until now, thank you"

I bow my head.

Feeling the memories running around her back of her brain, she thanked her.

I was fully conscious so that my voice wouldn't nod.

Squeeze your trembling hands diligently.

"No, thank you very much. You took care of him."

When I looked up, she had a tender look on her face.

Clear eyes, sincerely colored.

"I entrust the world to you. Walk by your will, not by the thoughts of the dying brave."

"Yes...... ok"

I nod and respond.

The battle was decided in the victory of the Demon King.

Then we must go through the doctrine we set forth.

That was the winner's duty.

She looked up into the night sky and exhaled small.

When the gaze that came down captures me, it gives me a definite peek of joy.

"It was negative for these resurrections, but it's a good one out of the blue."

"What does that mean?

I raise questions.

I was guessing that she didn't want resuscitation.

It was surprising that it was regarded as a good one.

She confesses without concealing herself to me.

"Dwight Harveld - dear, I have learned of your growth. No more happiness."

As soon as I finished saying it, she moistened her eyes.

Lie down immediately and wipe, turning your back on me.

She says quietly as the moon and the stars illuminate her.

"I'm watching for more activity than the Underworld. I don't want to see you again."

"Of course, I understand."

"Really? -"

Soon she fell into the wilderness at night.

It stops moving.

My soul misted out of her body.

Having seen the end of the brave, I knelt down and prayed silently.