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

(But not helpless with me. There's something I can do)

I think as I proceed to sign the paperwork at hand.

While I was thinking, I was also looking at its contents.

Techniques developed from years of experience.

I was confident that no one would beat me for a quick read.

The will of a new world about to sprout, but fortunately less influential.

Because we are still growing and, even more so, the world has been divided, making people's aspirations disunited.

Experimentally initiated attempts were having unexpected effects.

The will of the world does not converge as before, but ceases to be a great force.

At the beginning of becoming the Demon King, I ideally envisioned myself as the only structure to become an absolute great evil.

By doing so, he encouraged solidarity among nations.

But those who are threatened inevitably want the death of the Demon King.

It is this united thought that extends the influence of the will of the world.

Now that I think about it with more knowledge and information, I can see that the method was bad at the time.

If it had been enforced like that, it would have been broke sooner or later.

Somewhere I should have fought an unrivaled existence.

In that case, not only I, but humanity was to suffer enormously.

In that respect, the partition of the world is a very good measure.

It intends to continue in the future.

"This room is no different. Same as five hundred years ago."

"Oh, I'm fixing the state so it doesn't deteriorate"

I put aside a bunch of paperwork I looked through as I responded to Grom's story.

I magically supported where I was about to collapse.

This room is also at first sight.

Most importantly, the reality is that it is a large office and I have never used it for its original use.

At that time, another room was used for a look.

There was also a plan to set up a dedicated office, but it became a hassle and remains in operation.

There are things I don't like about it.

I tended to put things behind me, especially in terms of practice.

The fact that he became immortal may also have affected his long-hearted.

There are no strong opinionated subordinates, so they have given up improvement.

Yes, it's been five hundred years since then, but it hasn't changed much for me.

He is immortal, so he never gets old, and he is still being chased by administrative work.

If I were to mention a change, would it be as if my thoughts were just a little more flexible and my procedures were better?

I don't have time to let my heart dry up because of my busy schedule.

I think that's what personal growth is all about.

I then decided to take a stroll around the castle on distractions, once I had separated myself from the administrative tasks.

There is a grom next door, naturally.

He shrugged happily as he glanced down the castle streets spreading through the windows.

"No, it's a stunning landscape"

"Totally."

The castle is expanding systematically.

Compared to five hundred years ago, it had reached about ten times the area.

Transportation networks have also developed, and carriages are coming and going along a wide road.

In addition, undercover detectives disguised as cleaners were patrolling, working to gather information from all over the city as they cleaned the city.

Down the stairs, Grom stops abruptly.

When he shows a surprising atmosphere, he roars in a low voice.

"Mmm, this sign..."

Grom's gaze gazed at the corner of the hallway.

A shadow peeks from it.

The person shaking his black feathers lets him wave flickering.

"Demon King Summer, long time no see. How have you been?"

It was Luciana who had spoken at ease.