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

After a radical escape play, Grom captured Kenny and Lana.

Dorda is also called there to preach.

Seems to be prolonged, so I decided to continue my walk alone.

Grom would be fine because he was showing signs that he would want me to leave too.

He doesn't want to be seen preaching landscapes for some reason.

I walk down the hall without guessing.

A different subordinate stopped and thanked me.

Correspondingly, I go up the stairs.

When I realized it, I was reaching the balcony in my private room.

The sunlight that illuminates is warm.

I want the view from there.

The rich streets stretched to the end of the horizon.

It is the fruit of five hundred years built by the Demon King's Army.

(like it was long, like it was short... it's a strange feeling)

No great strife has arisen in this land since the day I perished in the great multitude of the undead.

It continued to follow a path of development.

There is something emotional in retrospect.

My path has never been complimented.

He was the worst demon king in the world and Teng himself who built a divided world.

Now the majority of humanity doesn't even know how it works.

I have permanently changed the premise of the world.

I think that's an unparalleled sin.

I decided to live with my sins.

Readiness to be notorious is yet to be shaken.

If necessary in the future, it was intended to be a further outward path.

I make a monologue overlooking a bright city.

"- Being the Demon King, I made these times. What would you think if you saw it?"

That guy would partially affirm it and come up against it.

I'm sure I won't do all the affirmations or all the denials.

Because it's not a one-sided idea.

Me and her are the biggest understanders of each other and, at the same time, bearers of incompatible ideas.

The search for peace together had made a difference in the ideals listed and the sense of expectation of humanity.

(If she had won then, what future would have come)

It's just a fantasy, but I still have something to imagine.

Will a world without demon kings and braves strive for true peace by recovering from chaos?

Wars should start everywhere before then.

Humanity usurps the rights of the Demon King's Army.

In battle, a new hero or demon king may be born.

If that happens, history will repeat itself.

She had allowed the world to perish as a result of the feud.

For better or worse, I wanted the world to grow the way it is.

For five hundred years I have thought about peace.

Working the outrage of parting the world, we are still exploring its possibilities.

Having had various experiences also made my thoughts somewhat more flexible.

I'm not entirely sympathetic to that guy's claims, but I'm going to understand them for once.

It is at least more logically taken than it was then.

The optimal solution to peace has not yet been found.

I was going to keep looking.

That is my atonement or fate.

The will of the world rejected the evil of the Demon King.

But having beaten that compulsion, this is how I reign meanly.

Then only do what needs to be done solemnly.

No personal feelings or doubts were necessary there.

It can only be transformed into a single structure and be responsible for mediation.

I look up to the shining sun.

Covering one hand, he slowly closed his finger to grab it.

"- Let me forever threaten and protect the world. I will pursue peace beyond you."

Once a wise man, I swear.

The word, which had no hearer, vanished into the blue sky.