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

I get my mind back where Free Dorda and Jura flirt with me.

Logan broke up with us to run errands.

They'll rendezvous with faces who'll do the archery later, but they're basically just faces who don't like adding or subtracting or who have too much heat in the fight.

Inevitably, Logan will be in a position to look after him.

We have to monitor those who are likely to cause problems.

And he rode it upon Yura's invitation, knowing.

Logan, who became a spirit, is somehow a good caretaker.

I tended to turn and be a hard worker.

I, myself, have relied on him like that.

At the same time I was grateful, I was hoping to reduce the burden a little bit.

Logan wouldn't particularly care.

It is unrelated to fatigue and longevity, and its temperament is remarkable.

But his true share is the guardianship of the world tree and elves.

I just wanted to avoid things that would get out of your way.

You'd better be able to turn around as much time as possible.

With a small reflection on the challenge, me and Grom come as far as near the entrance to the castle.

Then, just as he came into the castle, he entered his eyes.

It is the previous demon king, Diera, who walks wide in our face through the middle of the aisle.

She walks over waving.

"Oh, isn't that Dwight! You're here to pick me up!

When Diela stopped in front of me, she suddenly reached out.

And somehow stroke my head.

She narrowed her eyes satisfactorily.

"All right, all right, let's give it a compliment"

"- My predecessors, there's a degree to joking. Are you fooling the Demon King?"

It's the grom that broke in there.

He is inflating the flames from the orbits of one eye.

With a quiet rage, Grom glanced at Diera.

The opposing Diela responds with a cool face.

"I'm a demon king too, so I'm not being disrespectful. What do you think?

"Guuuuu..."

Grom roars with regret.

Though not limited to arguing with Diela, Grom feels vulnerable to verbal reward.

I always had the impression that I was losing.

I guess it's because I'm too emotional to be judgmental.

In anticipation of the argument settled, I speak to Diela.

"You weren't late today."

When I cut it out that way, Diela clouded her expression as soon as possible.

She protests with an eyebrow.

"Wait. Stop saying things like I'm always late."

"I wouldn't be wrong. You're a habitual criminal."

Diela is basically late when each Demon King gathers.

It appears refreshing at such a stage that the agenda is resolved.

And I get sermons and novels from around Luciana and Logan.

Always reflecting, but never seeing any signs of improvement.

But only this time, we can get there hours ago.

Sometimes I thought it was unusual.

"Even I don't like it and I'm late. I just slept a little twice or forgot my plans..."

Diela hasn't excused herself at all by clouding her words and making excuses.

I just announced her sloppy part.

The sighing grom speaks to me in a low voice.

"Lord Demon, this guy should still be stripped of his position. You have no qualities."

"Hmm..."

I arm and silence.

Diela became the dragon demon king and held the world in charge.

However, among each Demon King, there is a lot of problem behavior out of the group.

He was such a difficult person to think about, although he just wasn't going to strip me of my position.