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

Dark Elves form a functional population for each family, each of which is required to perfectly perform a role within the family.

Reyhanalka hikrulus luu.

50 years ago.

She was born into the "(Heikluus) clan who makes plotting a business". Even dark elves give her a rare thin purple hair her mother the name 'Reihanalka'.

Dark Elves had a third name representing such status and titles as "Chieftain (Lo)" and "Bowman (Bo)".

Engraved in her assassination and secret detective moves, she became 'Head of Assassination (RU)' 30 years ago. He was given five subordinates, and together he has lived in a service plot to various lords in the society behind Sedia.

She was also highly skilled as an individual, but after letting one of her men die carelessly, she also honed her leadership and insight as a 'luu'. Only the vain gaze of a dead man in his own arm remained in her heart like a small needle.

25 years ago.

The Lord twisted her and her family's fate when her family moved their stronghold from the Western kingdom (Rainddal) to the Northern kingdom (Schrendal).

The hell, I don't remember where or who the 'Lord' was. No, all the memories from the moment I peeked into those horrible gold eyes were vague.

Even with her soul the presence to be said has been captured in the back of her consciousness ever since she met with the 'Lord'.

A twisted rope of meat is tangled in a limb (octopus).

All the fleshropes restraining his hands, legs, neck and hips were stretched out of the giant human shape just behind him.

If Dark Elf's skin is brown, the human shape and rope are pitch black.

"The Lord" has given orders that even she, the (Heikluus) clan who makes plotting a living, feels disoriented. Even if she wants to defy me, her body moves like a puppet to fulfill her orders if she can tighten her soul with fleshrope.

Ten years ago.

By the time she was sent by the Lord to the Dark Worshipers of Lellis City (demonstrators), she was accustomed to the abomination too strong to be transmitted from fleshropes crawling through her skin (occasionally) - strength.

You don't have to think about it.

Tie yourself up and manipulate, leave it to this overwhelming power and you will not be hurt or bothered... and one day it will all be quietly over...

A few days ago.

She felt her body move towards assassination while being manipulated by fleshropes.

It should have been a work without any weird philosophy, but for some reason I felt a strong upset from the person type behind me.

Apparently, he failed to assassinate himself.

She cried out as the angry man-shape had ripped the fleshrope off and fed it into her body (occasionally).

The mannequin manipulated her with unprecedented desperation and rounded up various schemes. The four men in the same situation should have done all they could, but all the threads of the plot are cut off.

On the contrary, they felt signs that they would be twitched and besieged and cornered, which should be less visible than the shadows.

As if the whole city were enemies.

An hour ago.

We were lurking in an underground lair, and we were attacked.

It has been raided by cluttered adventurers, both professional and armed. If you're just an adventurer, you've flirted with me many times before.

The difference was numbers and momentum.

Even the guard blocks the escape route with a large group of rats, and the adventurer strikes with a grim eye.

At this time, for the first time, the human form behind me showed fright.

Slightly loosen flesh rope that binds hands and feet (octopus). She was more anxious than pleased, however, that the power that had suppressed and dominated herself on the complete wall had loosened. It depended so much on hatred and restraint of power.

At that moment, cold, sharp pain struck her. It's a needle called the gaze of an old dead man.

The pain freed her soul only for a moment.

In fact, for the first time in 25 years she fought adventurers and guards of her own volition, escaping and capturing four of her men.

Now.

The interior of her consciousness was ravaged by a huge 'force' without color or shape.

The human form behind him, tied with fleshrope even to his fingertips, turns himself under the pressure of 'force' and screams sharply.

Flesh ropes that were so tough, like scraps of paper to be burned down by fireworks, crumble apart the human form.

The shackles that were literally tying up my soul peel off one after the other.

It's a desperate liberation from captivity that was cramped but pleasant.

Fears strike her as her body (occasionally), which has lost support, is sucked into a void space.

"No!

She cried like a baby.

The desperately contorted human form turned into dust and blew away, leaving nothing in her anymore.

- It's crazy.

A tremendous amount of pressure engulfed her, forgetting even the shape of her body (occasionally) and about to fade away.

Um, it was the 'power' that burned down the human form.

The shoulders touched by 'force', the hips, the pressure of which reminds the shape and forms' her '.

That was nascent.

"Ahhhh!!!

She gave a joyous voice and returned from the doll to the dark elf.

While feeling that I have become a 'subordinate (si)' rather than a 'chief of assassination (luu)'.