The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

After completing my investigation in the library, I went on a tour to the school of magic.

In addition to the two major objectives, there is a goal to support countries in combating the dark.

Though a little frigid, you'll also need to get a good grasp on the new attempt at being a magician. There really is no chance that the sorcerer will be the highlight of the anti dark.

The School of Magic said the Alliance was renting out and installing a small island on Lake Lewis, which was a trip aboard a small boat.

It's quite a refreshing experience to sit on a small boat bench and continue down the canal.

It would have been better if it hadn't been Yarman, an old man older than me, sitting next to him.

Yarman has a good affection, but he talked to me all the time and he was honestly loud. It also hurts that the content of the story is mostly bragging.

Anything, he says he is a leader in potion making healing injuries and sometimes travels as an advisor to the Therapist Guild. I'm proud of you, but I was interested in potions and magic items in this world (Sedia), so I'll ask.

Apparently, the making of magic items and potions can only be done by some humans who have the proper among magicians. It would be nice if magical characters such as' creation 'and' life 'appeared on the example magic board, but it is not possible to choose what kind of magical characters appear.

More, I wanted to hear a technical story about making magic items, but Yarman's story immediately said, "You can sell the potions I made myself, hey? That would make the therapist guild pathetic, wouldn't it? That's why I'm deliberately unloading it to the therapist's guild once and then flushing it to the market," he shut up because it switches to economic bragging.

"I see, that's a big deal"

And so on, even though I'm also me stuck with a gavel that affirms their story without meaning.

Well somehow, I found out that the performance of common magic items in this world (Sedia) is not the kind of blitzed level that appears in 'D&B.' In particular, there seems to be almost no magic item that can be permanently effective.

"... we need to think about it to the extent that it doesn't infringe on our vested interests..."

"Did I say something?

"No, it's not a big deal"

The School of Mages itself was a splendid building like a castle, but the facilities for training magicians are completely separate.

When we landed on the island, we headed out, not in the middle of the island where the school was located.

"Are you the wizard?"

It was a man named Griad, in charge, who welcomed us to the Sorcerer Training Center. It is obviously an attitude that made a small fool of this one. By the way, the nursery building is quite solid, albeit in a hurry.

"Ki, you don't! There would have been a circular from the Branch Manager to honor Lord Margils, wouldn't there?

"I respect you. Of course, be me."

Apparently he's the type of guy who only believes what he sees with his own eyes.... Well, if you're dealing with him one way or the other, there's no point.

"Sorry to interrupt your busy spot, but I just want to give you a tour of the magician training"

"Yeah, that's already it! Mr. Griad, are you ready?

"... here it is. I don't think it's funny."

In the meantime, I was briefed by Griad on the training of magicians until I moved to the magic training ground.

In the first place, after the war against the dark 10 years ago, it was conceived by the Sorcerer's Guild to have its own power.

It usually takes nearly a decade of witchcraft training to finish in three years by sharpening the contents, followed by two years of training as a soldier.

It was the branch manager, Helidor, who proposed the basic concept, and Griad seemed to be in charge of studying the training contents and guiding them in the field.

Nevertheless, it was a frightening story.

The first term students recruited eight years ago attracted nearly 50 applicants from aristocracy and the wealthy, of whom only two were able to complete all the courses and acquire the necessary competencies as magicians. The rest said they couldn't stand the training and quit, or they could physically impair and make them quit, or they died. For that reason, there are only a dozen applicants in the second grade, and what a one who could not stand the training.

"It was more disastrous than I imagined..."

"Something?

"No...... So, what's the status quo?

"For the third period students currently in training, applications are mainly solicited from the general public and farmers outside the city to secure personnel. Without stopping, 80 people were secured when it took the form of offering an offer of gratitude to the applicant. In addition, the training content was significantly reviewed and improved based on the lessons learned in Phases I and II."

In short, you're gathering people from the poor because too dangerous training no longer brings together decent applicants? No way, you're not trafficked or anything......?

As I roared inside, I arrived at the magic training ground.

... It's just a big square.

This is the meditation room.

"What is this?

My voice leaked unexpectedly. What Griad showed was a row of holes about 2 m deep that were worn over and over in the corners of the square. A ladder for lifting and lowering and a lid are provided, respectively.

For once, there was one magician who seemed to be a director, standing around in his spare time.

"Using magic without the help of a magic board requires a powerful image on the part of the operator. These spaces are the most efficient way to build the ability to block and imagine the five senses."

The trainee said he would burn even images of witchcraft into his head by relaxing his spirit with a special herb.

"It also proves that you can imagine magic stronger by using these aids than just meditating in the dark"

What the boastful Griad showed me was a copper plate carving out the moments when a spear of flame popped out of the wand of a magician-like figure. Touching this with your fingers to portray the sight, he said, would make the image of 'Firelance' clearer.

"Hmm? I see?

Even my theory of magic was originally set up by just a bunch of spare time students stubbornly thinking about TRPG geeks on their own. So I'm not in a position to argue great even if I'm not convinced to hear the explanation now......

"I'm sorry, can I just ask you one question?

"What?

"Does magic mean you should be able to clearly picture it? Then isn't it the most efficient way to actually show you magic, not painting or something?

Yeah, we're just not convinced here.

In response to my question, Yarman and Griad said, 'What is this guy talking about?' I showed my face.

"... it's... If you use that method, that's what you need to do to make magic appear routine from a baby."

"And even for training, you shouldn't show magic to others cheaply because it's been teaching since the beginning of magic school. If you teach him that, he'll turn you into a heretic."

"Hmmm...?

I was arranged for some pretty unconvincing reasons, but the words Yarman then grunted blurry were from a far different dimensional direction of my imagination.

"First of all, if we can learn magic in such an easy way, we have no place..."

"Khan Khan"

The sound of a tall bell rang in my ear.

I guess that's the signal, the lid that was closing the hole shifted from the inside, and the exhausted face boy and girl crawled out.

"Thank you. It's a three-hour break."

The instructor opens his mouth to the trainees who entered.

and.

"... Tuck! Tuck!"

A blonde girl lay her hands on the lid beside one hole and was screaming.

Thanks, I heard there was a hole with a signal but no lid. I mean, there were trainees who didn't show up.

The trainees wanted to stop by, mainly the blonde girl, open the lid and pull out the trainee inside.

"Tuck. Hold on tight."

"... ahhh..."

The boy who was pulled out was squatting in the arms of a blonde girl. My eyes are empty.

"Shit. Is it broken? Leave him alone! I'll take care of it later."

"Teacher! Tuck's just tired. Take a few days off and you'll be fine."

"I can't afford to take care of a guy like that! The devil doesn't know when he's gonna show up."

"It's okay."

"Ah."

I saw it (I can't really look at it anymore) and I gently held the boy from the blonde girl.

My body temperature is dropping extremely.

Remove the potion server from the backpack and pour the heel potion into the cup, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Good luck and drink this.... please drink it"

"............................................."

The light peach potion spilled to his chest about half the time, but his throat was moving tightly and swallowing the medicine.

According to the 'D&B' rule, healing potions can heal one condition anomaly, such as poison or panic, besides healing so-called injuries that reduce hit points.

"... Ha... Ugh... Ah, get...?

Tuck's face gradually regained vibrancy as the boy and girl sipped and watched, weak but the light of will returned to his eyes.

When I left Tuck with the blonde girl, I turned to the instructor.

"Oh, you know..."

"As you can see, if he rests a little, he can return to training again... your instructor seems well educated, doesn't he?

"Ah... well, yeah, right. Thank you.... Hey, take him to his quarters!

The instructor glanced at Yarmans, his superiors.

Girls and trainees lend their shoulders to tuck still in and pull up. Before that, the girl bowed her head to Pepper and me, and learned to do so and the other boys bowed.

"Oh boy. I'm sorry for the extra hand, Lord Yarman. Lord Griad."

"That's what I like to do."

"No, no, no, no, nothing extra!... but often, well, I used that fancy potion."

It's been a long time since I've wanted to punch a human being when I saw Yarman with a nagging, loving laugh.

The next person to be guided was the outer periphery of the island.

The beautiful lake and sandy beach was a bit of a resort......

"My legs are stopping! Walk! Walk! Soldiers die when they can't walk anymore!

It was the sight of about ten boys and girls in charge of timber and backpacks being driven up by the inflexible soldiers and even marching down the sandy beach.

Sure, there are more disappointed physical kids than kids my age, but it's not something that feels good to watch.

"It's march training. Currently, the third year of training has already completed three years of sorcery, so after one more year of military training, he will be deployed to the Sorcerer's Guild as a sorcerer."

"... the third grade said they had gathered 80 people. What's left now?

"Eighteen people have endured training so far and are growing well. The effect of an improved training curriculum."

I didn't even want to hear what happened to the 62 people I couldn't stand.

"My plan and that of the Branch Manager is to be able to stably train a level of sorcerers capable of defeating giant ghosts on their own in the fifth period."

"'Appointments'..."

Until I got here, I was quite unsure what to do with the request from the guild that I teach sorcerers, but my belly had already been decided.

"Teru! It's you again! Stand up!"

Watching them 'train' arm in arm, a rear-end transient little boy was squatting. A soldier is yelling at me on the side, but I can't even seem to move.

There, a big boy who was leading the way rushes over.

"Tel, we're almost there, so good luck. Feel good, you guys."

The big boy started walking to lend and drag his shoulders to the little one. Is it a sight that has been repeated many times already, the soldiers and nothing is silent about it. To the scolding voice of the big boy, everyone else said, "Ooh!" I was returning it, and I guess he's the leader.

"That's one of the best trainees in the third period when it comes to logging. I'll be more of a fighter than a first- and second-term graduate."

Listening to Griad's explanation, I watched him - stare at Log's face.

I'm enduring hard marching training... not just that. I felt the strength of a strong willingness to lose an adult face in his eyes staring straight ahead.

Some of the boys have probably been collected from among the poor with gold, some like him.

"After this it will be combat training"

"I have another question... I mean, their training has improved over the first or second period, but what exactly has changed that part?

"In the second period of the first period, most of the descendants of aristocrats and wealthy people were unable to effectively train to put a strong load on them. And, of course, we have all sorts of ideas, like the bronze version earlier."

I see.

This is not expected to improve in the future.

"Now it's a suggestion. If that means combat training, I'll work with you."

"What?"

"I can create servants with almost the same abilities as giant ghosts and little ghosts. So let's get their training partner ready."

It's bad for Crawler and Branch Manager, but I don't feel like letting him continue with the 'magician training center' in his current situation.

Uh, yeah, I'm an outsider. I understand that you have struggled to develop the strength to stand up to the dark. Don't outsiders have the right to talk? That makes sense.

But what happened to it?

"The Great Wizard" is meant to kick that kind of logic.