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

Although it sounds ridiculous… I think it’s really true.

I glanced at Henry.

He casually munched on roasted meat.

Then, he slurped at his liquor to wash it down to his throat.

There was no sign of him stopping during our conversation.

If he weren’t already talking with me, he would likely go and pick up another serving of meat from the iron plate.

The contents of Henry’s conversation was a bit vague, but I could roughly understand what he meant.

He was an anomalous existence after all.

He managed to instinctively perceive the Virtual Savior, that even I was unable to detect, and managed to repel it away.