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

The main tower of Zytheas Castle.

It is inherently the private domain of the castle lord Margils.

Sometimes we dine and have meetings with our guests and friends in the halls of the ground floor part or in the command room upstairs, but this just has to be done mainly because of space issues.

That is also why the Ulu Knight, Hermel Luc Sandar, is using and staying in his modeled command room as a guest room.

Under strong sunshine, the Ulu Knight was training the soldiers in the courtyard.

"My legs aren't the other way around, the other way around! Put your weight, momentum, and temper into the poking leg!

"Ha!"

"I can't believe my hips!

and so forth and a prestigious voice has reached the guest room.

"... yeah, you can't. This is Let's give up."

It was one of the Knight of Universal History's squealers who murmured in a dark voice, back-to-back with the voice of the Lord that resonated to the guest room.

He's only a young man before he was 20. His name is Karel.

The squire has a room in the corner of the residence building.

Karel is here 'to clean the room', it was here.

Sandar is a stranger, but Karel is a secret detective of the grand aristocrat Count of Frans in the Kingdom of the North (Schrendar).

The task is to use the position of a universal knight's squire to send information everywhere to the Count.

As Margils and the others inferred, Sandar came to the Castle of Zitheias also because Karel guided the temporary Lord by mouth.

By order of the Count of France, the real employer, of course.

"Instead of talking, I don't even know the signs. It looks like the door is locked by magic, and it's not my hand or my leg."

Karel sat tight on the couch and looked up at the ceiling resentfully.

It stares at the ceiling, or the private chamber of the castle lord Margils on it.

For the castle owner to go up the stairs and enter my room, he has to pass in front of the guest room door. I felt the signs and footsteps earlier, but I don't know what's going on ahead.

But he hadn't even tried the tools for listening ears and peeping yet, and he hadn't shown them how it was done.

Karel is not an incompetent spy. Rather, he has the skill and experience the grand nobleman's child deserves.

Why does that Karel whine about such a 'declaration of defeat'?

"Yeah. You can't think of anything extra. From now on... as always, letters to 'Father' will honestly only write the truth."

There was a cold sweat on Karel's forehead whining quickly as if he were making excuses for someone.

Nothing happened until I entered the guest room from the main tower.

But the moment I realized that I was in the mouth of the dragon, the fear struck Karel.

No matter how much you look around, you have no idea what you're looking for. Without a doubt, I was the only one here.

And yet as my own spy............... no, my instincts as a creature are suing me for escape with all my might.

Karel is fortunate to have had the ability to deduce the situation rather than just follow his instincts here.

"No, but really, Mr. Margils... you're amazing. I'm sure Sandar and I can get along. She looks super good with that dark-elf beauty of a squire."

Karel gets up squeaky and heads to the door.

The cold sweat was no longer all over his face, but rather his whole body was soaked and wet.

Desperately grunting 'Solo' is no longer the same lifeline as an evil spirit avoidance spell.

"Anyway, I don't know, you'll never be able to investigate or anything in this castle again. So well that...... sorry!

Reaching the door knob whining like a scream. Or Karel was popping out of the guest room.

……

Guest room after Karel popped up.

A long-sleeved woman 'seeped' the figure behind a couch where a secret detective youth had sat until earlier.

Dark brown skin with light purple hair and more fancy leather armor than functional.

Reyhanalka hikrulus si.

He is a trusted dark elf spy (scout) of castle lord Margils.

Karel escaped frightened because she felt her killing spirit disappearing by Dark Elf's own witchcraft and super secrecy.

Of course, I could have monitored Karel without letting him feel the killing or signs if Reykha cared about it.

But just now, it is not impossible to concentrate on them alone for four or six hours, but it is futile.

It was also from the fact that Margils gained some trust from Sir Sandar that he decided to strike his hand at him not to distort or sniff around the information that the undercover detectives send to the Count.

This time, it was a warning to that effect that I deliberately made Karel aware of the killing, but Laiha thought it meant more than that.

"... that man, his arms are immature but his head is so-so. Not only did you draw this intent, but you also said what you wanted to hear."

Karel realized that even Margils had no intention of turning the Count or Lord Sandard against him.

Anyone who has acted as a spy, even if they have, can do so until they realize it. On top of that, Reykha was satisfied that he indicated his intention to 'Copy' this one.

"... you look good, huh? Do something stupid."

The cold beauty of the dark elves collapsed like trouble for a moment.

"That's stupid, isn't it?... Yeah, right"

Maybe the addition of that word was proof of Karel's skill as a spy.

The majority of humans in this world (Sedia) have a strong fear and aversion to a species called Dark Elves.

It contrasts exactly with an elf paired with a dark elf being turned to the eye of awe and longing.

Because in the generative myth passed down to the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), a species created by God 'to help man with wisdom' is an elf, and the dark elf is supposedly a being whose elves have been corrupted by 'evil wisdom'.

… and that is the view of scholars and clerics.

The truth is that humans are attracted somewhere even though they are afraid of dark elves because they are always the shadow of humans.

Unlike elves, dark elves do not have their own living areas or nations.

They are separated from their families, who perform functions such as "plot," "invasion," and "curse," and live together in human society.

If dark elves with high intelligence, physical abilities and beauty had harnessed their functions for their own benefit, the nations of man would not have been able to maintain order as they do now.

But they have always looked to man as their 'employer' and worked as their servant, as if to faithfully carry out only the 'to help man' part of the myth of creation.

In short, they seem to be lurking in the shadows of human society and working evil because humans want it.

But few people are aware of it.

When Karel is rolling out of the main tower and Sandar is worried about how he sweats.

There were also visitors in Crawla's private room in the residence building.

Now it's an official visit, mainly for a visit to the room.

One of Sandar's squire, Merida the squire.

"Nevertheless, Master Margils is splendid. I didn't expect that dark elf to be treated fairly as a subordinate."

"... for him, any identity or ethnicity in the world... means that even the differences in race are only minor."

Crawla intercepted Merida with an elegant grin, speaking in disguise behind her affectionate words.