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

It is about the day after the coming of the warring tribe.

Mauras, the mornings behind the castle of Zytheas are early.

Even today the girl got out of the futon before dawn.

Wash your face, get dressed quickly. It's the kitchen that's on its way. It is her responsibility, the maid in chief, to light the camad, which can also be called the heart.

The sun is on her face when she finishes making breakfast by working with Anna, who has also woken up, and the boys who are former sorcerer candidates.

Maura prepares a freshly boiled bucket of water and a towel to head to the main tower.

Gio, the castle owner, is rarely awake. Maura didn't leave it up to anyone else to do just the job of waking him up and helping him get better.

Breakfast was reheated. Last night's stew and bread.

Servants and soldiers serve benches and tables in the courtyard to eat there on a beautiful day. Adventurers and castle owners are the halls of the main tower.

The four sisters, Mora and Dark Elves, eat after the castle owner has served and cleaned up.

Initially, Gio was baffled by being served and treated differently in terms of diet, but they did not resolutely bend moderation.

Once the breakfast has been cleaned up, it will take laundry, cleaning and servicing the castle.

Laundry is primarily the job of boys, logs, tells and daya, who are former candidates for sorcerers.

Collect sheets, tablecloths, towels, and underwear from all over the castle and hit them in a giant laundry barrel, marinate them in detergent and water made of ash juice and even step on them, or beat them with a laundry stick.

Although the dry season, the well water is cold and the boys' fingers turn bright red.

"How long do we have to do this?

"Right."

"Yeah? But I think they're doing great..."

Daya nods at the blur of the log, a bloody leader, a girl who burns in resentment for the dark as well. Ter, which makes it weak, was a well-seen diagram recently.

"'Cause we left the training center and they brought us here to study making golems, right?

"It's been about two weeks, it's just chores..."

"Shit, I can't help it. Master Margils seems a lot busy..."

"That's right! Mr. Gio is busy!

Maura brutally stroked the brunette of the log, who was waving the laundry stick together.

"Hey, stop it. Yo."

"I've only just crossed the castle, so you can't help it."

"Ugh..."

The log of protesting with a reddish face is no match for Maura, who preaches with her sister. Actually, they're 12 years old, and Maura's only difference is between 14 and two.

"It's okay. Mr. Geo cares a lot about everyone. Even before, he said, 'I'm sorry I couldn't take care of those kids'. I'm not forgetting."

"Oh yeah..."

"That's right, this is a good place to be with a training center!

"Yes, yes! So I move my hands! Because when you dry your laundry, you can rest until lunch is ready!

For lunch, freshly baked bread, bean potage and boiled eggs in sausage.

Anna, the cook number, handily applied plenty of butter to the bread, and Maura set the potage aside. Several of the Dark Elf sisters come back to help cater with the boys.

"Is that it? Ma'am, isn't there a lot today?

"It's from dinner yesterday."

Mora replied to Alga, her eldest daughter, who did not know the circumstances.

At the behest of the castle owners, they were also to serve meals to 11 warriors of the warring tribe, headed by the rade, who were to be stationed in the castle from yesterday.

"Yeah - are you serving those people a meal, too?

For Alga, he is close to the enemy who called the Lord into darkness. inflate cheeks dissatisfied.

"I'll get it out. Because with the warriors... you can't beat the devil unless you get along with everyone in the world!

"Ugh... ok, Miss Morra"

Maura says with a smile, serving bread and sausage on a large plate. The purpose of the Lord of the Flow (Orli) is also taught to the Dark Elves. Alga also reluctantly began to help.

Warring tribes often do not use decent streets and inns for travel.

To hunt down the dark worshippers (demonstrators) who wander around Hirono and stretch their nets around society.

So camping and self-catering are so valued that they are comparable to the skill of battle, and well equipped.

The tent set up in the corner of the courtyard of Castel Giteias also combines a light and durable wooden frame with special greased leather, with excellent thermal insulation on the sturdy top and spacious interior.

That said, that's a story for the general physique warring clan.

Lord of the giant over 2m, Warrior Chief Reid broke himself cramped and left the tent.

"... sounds odd"

By the walls of a sturdy and vast castle. I look around and squeal at the castle of Jeetaias, which has a sturdy courtyard.

A boy and a girl were drying white sheets and kimonos in a courtyard filled with warm sunlight. The voice of a bright, tall child strokes his giant.

Looking at the castle gate, three young men who had just been conscripted yesterday had just returned from march training.

Reaching the well while being preached what a middle-aged warrior is, he showers water from his head and cheers. There was no anger, curse, nervousness or obsession contained in the images of words such as military or warrior...... more than anything else.

It is a distant sight from the realization of the rade that battle is a means to destroy the dark and that training is something that endures as you constantly throw up blood reflexes and scorch yourself into anger.

Around me, warriors of the warring tribe take care of weapons that are routine with a serious look on their face, but it seemed as if they were out of place.

The castle lord has declared that he will fight the devil. I very much didn't think that the will resided in the castle.

"Warrior Chief, all personnel inspected."

"Oh......"

Ancient Ginseng warriors report, but they nod vaguely. Even though the subject of 'hunting' is right in front of me, I can't tell if I'm really a good person to hunt for... It wasn't even on the radar that I got into this situation after 'interrogation'.

"What if we train something? Or even sourcing food…"

"I don't train or procure. Think we're in battle now. I don't know when he might show up."

"... Ha!

Prepare to fight at any time. That's like a habit for a warrior.

There.

"Hello -!

A bright girl's voice swept up.

Two daughters, a girl in maid clothes and a dark elf, and a middle-aged man and woman push a wagon full of freshly baked bread and soup to get closer.

"Oh..."

"That smells good."

A faint blurring leaked from the warriors who were silently waiting. The men who should be able to wait a day without even flirting if ordered.

"Today's bread is full of white wheat, sweet and delicious. Potages are full of spices."

The girl instructs the dark elves thoroughly and walks herself handing out bread and soup to the warriors. Dark elves and servants were also serving with a slightly stronger but smiling face.

The meal was supposed to be served at the castle owner's expense from dinner yesterday, so there's nothing suspicious about it.

"Yes, Mr. Reid, please. I mean, we're all waiting for Mr. Reid to eat, right?

"... oh"

The brown-haired girl who stood in front of her tilted her little neck as she offered her bread.

The aromatic and intense aroma of wheat and butter snorted and the rade was receiving the bread reflexively.

Even the boulder warriors cannot carry bread-roasted camads.

Only when you are staying in a 'inn', such as freshly baked bread, or lurking among people under false pretences of position. Of course, I don't have time to feel flavor or anything during the hunt.

……

Don't gaze at the girl, take a bite of bread. Butter smudged out of the soft bread fabric.

"... delicious"

"I can't make anything so elaborate in the camp."

"Oh, me bread, one more thing."

Others who saw the warrior chief carry bread and soup to our mouths first and scowl the sausage. I even prepared honey to put on bread, so one after the other I raised my voice for a replacement.

"Hey, I kind of want to dream about it"

The illuminating voice of a young warrior reaches the ear of the rade.

That and knowing that warriors of the warring tribe will be cared for in a worthy way by women is certainly a dream story.

They hunt dark worshippers (demonstrators) lurking in the darkness of human society.

The average human being tells me that the neighbor he was close to until yesterday became a carcass in the morning and was a demonist. Even though the head knows the causality, it is impossible to feel that the presence of a warring clan is the same meaning as that of the dark.

Neither do the powers of this world (Sedia) exclude the warring tribes, but rather even guarantee them a say in the guards and lords. But still, it is only eyes full of fear and hatred that can be directed from them to the warring tribe.

Reid still remembers the words said to his senior warrior.

"There is no good place for a warrior. The only place in the Battle Clan is where you have to be."

"Are you... are you okay?

Rade called out to Mora, who tried to get too patchy in front of him.

"Yes?"

"You're not afraid of us?

I could understand how these girls and dark elves were intoxicated by the castle owners not a day later. No, no, no. I guess we're taking care of ourselves with that order. … and. Rather, the rade asks as strange an emotion as' it should be '.

"Don't be afraid. Shh!

"... eh"

The girl said immediately, in a strong voice. It's not just a bright voice from earlier.

It is a voice ready to serve its purpose with everything it can have.

"Because the devil killed your mother, too. So, Mr. Gio... if it's for what Mr. Margils is after, I'll do anything."

The girl with Rin's expression blushed with attention from the warriors and servants around her.

"Haha...... sorry. Weird things to say. But I also hear that the warriors are fighting hard... and if you're in the castle anyway, I want you to feel better..."

……

To the words of my little daughter, who didn't even have her own breasts, the strongest warrior of the warring clan could only stand up.