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

The next morning, I stood on the balcony of the castle with a bottle of wine in my hand.

I pulled out the cork with my fingers and gulped down its contents.

The wine that entered my mouth, spilled out.

My jaw, spine and ribs, were mercilessly soaked. Even the robe I wore on top was stained.

I groaned at the peculiar sense of discomfort.

"I can't eat or drink as expected…"

While I had a sense of sight, hearing and touch, I lacked a sense of smell and taste.

What kind of senses could a body that was all bones feel?

It was a mystery how I could even speak.