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

If you ask me, I have a verse in mind.

In the first place, The Watchman 'prepared' my flesh to this world (Sedia) for transfer, but why, shortly after I transferred, a dark nest appeared on the side?

Why did you see a presence similar to the Devil's Gate, which was just a setup I made up with an old friend, in the Dark Nest?

My muscles go through (...) the questions that I've assumed are coincidental or put behind me.

I felt dizzy and rushed to grasp the wizardry staff hard and support my body. The anger that had accumulated in my belly earlier disappears, and instead the cold despair fills my whole body.

The words of warlord Camberlis were so shocking.

Though the Magic Gate is in my heart, it is a gateway to chaos with the world. If the dark world connects beyond that gate...

As I thought for a moment at the beginning, was the otherworldly metastasis (this) Black SF?

What if I really am the focus and the trigger of the Big Breed?

I must be hunted by them.

It was surprising that I could admit my death so lightly.

Compared to Japan, where there were no wives or families, this world (Sedia) has Maura, Crawla, Ildo, Sedam, Leiha, and Castle Zitheas companions.

Oh well... do I love them, this world (Sedia)?

If they are enough to be ravaged by the dark......

"It's time for you to answer"

"... eh"

The voice of a wild man pulled my consciousness back into reality as I was about to step into a tragic delusion.

If you raise your eyes as a hat, warlord Camberlis is staring at you. I thought you were angry, but oddly enough, he kept his eyes open like a little.

"... excuse me"

I rushed to wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my robe. Pity it seemed like tears were seeping into my eyes.

Exactly. This is a disgrace.

But my head is starting to work just a little bit because of another emotion boiling in my mind that was just despair.

In case, maybe I can get hunted. But you can't just keep doing nothing.

"Uh, in the first place... how credible is that witch's prophecy? Isn't that what you guys are saying?

"The witches of the past also prophesied a second 'great breed' (breed) 150 years ago, and if a powerful dark worshipper (demonist) or a small dark nest emerges, the modern witch has prophesied many times. I have also actually hunted one dark worshipper (demonist) in the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), as prophesied"

"... mmm..."

Because that's what he says. You have a proven track record of being a warrior...

"So how reliable is that 'interrogation'? Is it really possible for a demonist to discover a ghost anyway?

"For interrogation, use a tool called 'ghost watching'. It seals the blood of the dark in a special crystal, and it always reacts to what is influenced by the dark or the dark"

Do you mean to react to the likes of the Reykhas and Barons Corbal, who are brainwashed or possessed by the Dark One?

Isn't that a complete wall? If this is my side......

"Earlier, you said you prophesied the emergence of a small dark nest, but you couldn't prophesy about the dark nest that appeared on this land two months ago? Besides, the city of Lellis has had a dark worshipper for 10 years.

"... not all dark worshippers (demonists) or dark nests are prophesied. If we can do that, we're destroying all the ghosts."

…………

... No, I can't find any inconsistencies or dust in his story so far.

After that, we'll have to put it to the results of the interrogation and the doings, or...

If they decide I'm a ghost... damn it, I don't want to die.

"... ok. Let's get interrogated."

"Well, it's superimposed."

"One thing, do me a favor. If I were to be influenced by a ghost or a ghost, I would also consider being hunted by you adults. But before we do, can't we just get a reprieve to say goodbye to our people?

"It would be good...... and I want to hear one from you too"

Honestly, there was no answer as to whether they really should be hunted in silence or cheated on the warriors to survive.

Camberlis said after staring at my face like that for a while.

"I heard in the city of Lellis - oh, for once I'm telling you, I wasn't there at this (...) - you want to gather your men in this castle to fight the dark, and slowly form alliances between nations, or something?

I don't know what you're going to do, but I think you could have totally calmed down thanks to him asking me this question.

"That's a little different. I am gathering my people not to fight the Dark One"

"So how?

"I fight with my people to protect people from the dark"

Yes, I have a purpose.

... I don't know if I'll die here.

"From this, there will be an 'interrogation' by the warring tribes. The judge is the occupier Cuyle. The executor is Warrior Chief Reid. The courier is me, warlord Camberlis."

Vacant land in front of the main entrance.

A man from the red robe and a warrior proud of his international giant came and surrounded me from a group of warriors who were waiting.

The unusual atmosphere showed signs that the comrades were about to pop out of the castle, so I waved my arms wide to stop it.

"So, Lord Margils. Give me your right palm."

……

I stick out one hand, following the words of a top-faced occupier. He put a crystal ball on top of it.

In the center of that bead, which is raw and transparent, there is a red and black mass floating. This would be the blood of the dark.

…………

Speaking of which, I forgot to ask how the blood of the dark would react if it were black.

Camberlis, standing to the left, swallows his spit and re-grips the huge sword pattern that the rade, standing to the right, bears on his back.

"... what do you think...?

"This is..."

Couldn't stand the silence that lasted for decades, he called out to the occupier, who was still peering into the ghost.

That moment.

Tingling, and. An earlier clot in my thumb moved.

Small at first. But soon enough, big. Up and down, to the right, to the left and bullshit, he rammed around in the crystal beads with rat fireworks momentum.

My palms convey a tingling sensation in place of raw warmth and the surface of the crystal sphere condenses slightly.

"... what do you mean?

"I don't know. I've never seen such a reaction."

Cuyle also answered Camberlis, who asks in a hurry, with an upward voice.

"Lord Margils, do you feel anything?

"... hmm?

I hear Cuyle narrow her eyes so she can gauge something. When I don't know why, I observe the feeling of the palms and the blood of the violent demons...

"... anxiety... and fear, huh?... I feel disgust or fear for me from this' blood '..."

All I can say is intuition, but Cuyle nodded faintly when I mouthed it as I honestly felt it. He picked up the ghost from my palm as it was and behaved in his nostalgia.

"What do you mean? Was he a ghost?

Stuffing onto the cuil in a frustrating tone of rade. Cuyle turned to Camberlis in dismay.

"If he is at all affected by the dark, the clot of the dark spreads thinly trying to assimilate him by thinking he is of his kind... which means the ghost stains bright red. However, such a move has never been exemplified before.... I can only say I don't understand"

I've been thinking about the meaning of Cuyle's words for a while... I mean?

Can't you just say I'm not a ghost?

"Then you can't hunt him."

"Warlord. You disobey a witch's orders?

"It is not the witches who command us, it is the Presbyterian Church. And there was something a little strange about witches."

For some reason, Lade and Camberlis started arguing.

Reid insists on hunting in the moment no matter what my identity is because there is a witch prophecy, and Camberlis says he cannot do so unless there is certainty that I am a ghost.

Honestly, it's complicated... I guess it's good to know that you weren't determined to be a ghost.

"You kept me waiting. Let's hear the results of the interrogation."

After leaving me alone and arguing about this for a while, Camberlis finally said it.

"Whether or not Geo Margils is a dark or dark worshipper (demonist), interrogation shall continue due to insufficient evidence"

"... Continuing?

"We are now going to 'inn' the warring tribe... returning to our commonly said home base to report on the current situation. On top of that, let's come back again with instructions from the Presbyterian Church and the Witch."

"... sounds a lot like a long story... is that really good?

They say continuation just because of the inexplicable reaction of ghosts, but I know the suspicious evidence of myself... about the Magic Gate.

If I had imagined I'd have to die, I might have honestly told them that... but let's keep quiet here.

"Of course, we know that you could turn into a ghost on the brink of something. Therefore, I will have this Warrior Chief Reid and 10 warriors stationed in this castle."

"You mean surveillance?

"Exactly. If anything happens, know immediately that the rade will snap your neck."

"... where I want it"

This is honestly comforting, because it's weird. His level would probably kill me in one blow for not using defensive spells. Sure, just in case.

Besides, there was something that Crawler said about falling off.

…………

No. I don't have the guts to apologize or compensate for having something behind me.

"Or if you find a different kind of ghost or demonist... you can use the warriors to protect people at your discretion."

"Hey!"

"Yes, is that good?

The rade seemed surprised, but so did I.

Camberlis looked like he lifted the edge of his mouth and laughed as he rewore the helmet of an immensely evil hobby decoration.

"Personally, I don't think a sob like you would be the one to take you into the dark. Instead of a nuisance charge."