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

After completing our patrol of the Abyss Village, we headed to the Village of Medicine

The village chief of "The Village of Medicine" was an old woman who was a pharmacist of his predecessors, a man of hope and loss of head.

Negotiations with the village chief proceeded calmly, as this was a visit since Ildo explained the situation immediately ahead of him from his last reflection.

"Such a small village, but it used to be a lot tormented by bandits. If you want me to protect you from now on, I will gladly serve you as a people."

"Oh, nice to meet you"

Life would also have been critical because the population of "The Village of Medicine" was said to be about 130. Like "Abyss Village," I promised to ensure safety and improve my life, and I told them that I would not collect taxes for the time being either.

Of course, the village chief and the villagers were very pleased...

"I'm sorry, but I actually have another favor to ask..."

And, the little old woman has shrunk further and begged was' Undead Exorcism '.

Recently, a soldier's body suddenly began to roam the woods at night. So far no damage has been done because the place of appearance is far from the village and there is nothing like aggressively attacking a human being. However, it meant that the place of its emergence was on the side of a precious herb flock and that the village was in great financial difficulty.

"I don't have any money at all to hire adventurers... because I haven't paid taxes to the city's army or the Calvinella Knights..."

And if they told me, there was no way I, the lord, wouldn't deal with it.

The night forest is surprisingly dark from the accustomed to modern Japanese cities.

Still, I could even tell how the surroundings were thin because the white moonlight was pouring out of the gaps in the trees covering the overhead and because the goal, "they" themselves, was emitting a snug phosphor of light.

About 20 people walk through the woods in unreliable footsteps. It's more creepy to have two distorted rows of columns together.

Necromancer possession.

According to the cleric warrior Torad, the yellow phosphor that covers the body of the dead is the body of the dead spirit.

It is equipped with shields, spears and swords in blurry armor. The body dries like a mummy, and vain expressions and occasional leaking groans are certainly walking dead people.

"O army of the dead! This is the realm of the living!

Torrad stood before the march of the dead, and put up the holy mark of the goddess of faith.

Speak the Holy Word and a dazzling light will fall over the heads of the legions of the dead.

"In the name of Ashginea, goddess of winter, dead spirit, leave!

"Ga, a......"

"... hushhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Whoa, evil spirits (turn-and-dead)"

Waiting for me to be able to cover him at any time with Sedham and the Zilks, I was unintentionally raising my voice to the sight.

In the divine light, the yellow phosphorescent light that was wrapped around the body of the Necromancer Possessor (Wight) fades away to evaporate. The soldiers who had lost their phosphorescence returned to their bodies, which had collapsed with one another.

"… we have confirmed. The undead in the area seem to have been wiped out."

Reykha, who had fought all around him, reports to me immediately.

I was a little excited about the power of the cleric I'd never seen before and slapped Torad on his successful shoulder.

"You did a good job. Now the people of" The Village of Medicine "will feel safe"

"Yep.... just"

The cleric warrior, with fatigue, said with a little grief.

Using evil spirits (turn-undedness) can contact the memory and spirit of the target's undead.

"They were soldiers gathered 10 years ago to fight the demons. I think I woke up feeling a dark nest outbreak the other day."

... does that mean that even the undead are enemies?

Indeed, if we compared the Necromancer Possession (Wight) to the Dark One seen in this eye, we felt that the Dark One hated humans more strongly over even the distinction between the living and the dead.

More and more, don't let the fundamental question of what the devil is get bigger.

The next day.

"Huh, huh.

"I'm tired..."

"Whoa... whoa..."

"The pace is messed up. No sooner or later! Step in one breath! Don't even change your stride."

It is the intermediate path of the forest to the last 'village in the back'.

A group of three young men who were to be rapidly conscripted in "The Abyss Village" were walking with guidance from Zilk.

It's not about punishment or harassment, it's part of Zilk's marching training.

Anything. He's been in the military before, and for the time being, he decided to entrust the educators and commanders of the soldiers.

"Eighty percent of a soldier's work is walking. Besides, the whole army can walk the same distance in the same time. I'm gonna knock you in right now!

When it came to training soldiers, I had the image of repeated training in swords, spears, and assaults, but the real thing is different.

At this rate, Zilk will take care of you even if you increase the number of soldiers from about 50 from now on.

Fortunately, we were able to reach the 'village in the back' before the troika of recruits fell down.

I imagined it would be quite poor because of the 120 population and the smallest of the three villages and poor transportation.

In fact, when I looked at the house and so forth, there was even something like a cave dwelling, but when I looked at the complexion and physique of the people, they seemed so much better than the previous two villages.

Asked the village chief, all the hunters in the village had good arms and never had trouble with meat or fur.

"Conversely, there will be a shortage of vegetables, fruits… medicines…"

"I see. Think about it. In the meantime, it would improve if we set up a road connecting villages and castles"

"Oh, thank you"

The village chief was a hard-boiled man with a black beard, such as a hunting professional. Like "The Village of Medicine," the story goes smoothly without misunderstandings like at first, just letting Ildo explain in advance.

"Now, when intermediate roads have been built and we can afford the village's finances, we will pay you a portion of our prey as a tax"

"Thank goodness. Oh, and... if there's anything I want, I'll let you hire me as a soldier in the castle. Is there a young man like that?

Not that I tasted it about The Abyss Village, but I'll ask him if he's a good hunter, he'll be useful in the future.

"That's not compulsory conscription, is it? I'll try to speak up... but I was wondering if I shouldn't be expected."

"Well, don't worry, I won't force you"

This village seems to have a full life. On the reassuring side, my stomach got heavy that I was responsible for protecting it.

I decided not to stay in the village because I was punished for the first trouble.

For this reason, it was decided to return as soon as the negotiations with the village chief were concluded.

But on the verge of leaving the village, a young man rolls out (barely) before me, and I can hold his leg.

……

"My lord!

"What is it?

Lower Reykha, who stood before me silently, and speak to the lying young man.

"Ha ha! My name is Knox and I live in this village! Hire me at the castle!

"Knox...... right"

If you look at it well, make it too blue-white. The young man has bowed his head with a desperate look.

That's kind of a different story... and when I turn my gaze to the village chief who was lying next to me. He's nodding with a face like he figured something out.

According to the village chief's story, the young man was the son of a merchant who had fled into the village at night more than a decade earlier. The village also had some dealings, so it could not be hidden underneath, but his father was soon ill and died, and since then he said he has lived in the village in a residential manner.

"I've helped the village work fine, not to remember to hunt, I don't have the strength... I don't want to cause any more trouble"

"... So what can you do?

I asked Knox, who pleads, with Ill in a difficult face. Ill be basically warm and good, but when it comes to the castle, it helps because it thoroughly fills me with cynicism.

"Oh, you know, reading and writing and... a little bit of computation"

"Yes Hire!

Wow.

"Also, I'm sorry eh. Dear Lord Margils..."

"No, yeah. Sure, I thought it was bad that Ildo had a lot of work to ask for. Let's hire them."

"Thank you! I work hard!

Yes, it is true that I was burdened with Ill all the way to negotiating with Dwarves, managing castle jobs and calculating salaries. I've never been over it if I could get a local assistant.

The village chief also assured me that "Knox is a hunter and a hard worker, but I can help you because I can be smart".

Thus, the three villages were both famous in my territory.

Not on the scale you can expect from tax revenues, but that would mean it depends on my territorial management skills.

In the meantime, it can be described as a delightful miscalculation that we were able to secure three soldier candidates and one ILD assistant.

The ill just took the Knox youth and left for the city of Lellis. To recruit soldiers to defend the castle or to gear it up.

... I'll really take care of him.

A black shadow approached me from the front on my way back to Jeetaias Castle in a foothold much lighter than I had gone.

Shadow was his youngest son, Sassara, of the four Dark Elves sisters who had asked him to protect the castle.

"Lord! Laiha, my sister!... ho, report!

"What happened?

This is decided to be a bad report. Reykha asks questions on my behalf for losing words to a hunch.

"At present, the castle is being sealed off by a group of unidentified warriors. The number is about 30. Let it be, I call it a 'war tribe'!