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

Mostly, have Mora wake you up in about an hour from dawn.

It's my first job of the day to sip the silk tea she brewed me and then stare at the spell document and 'prepare (charge)' the spell.

After breakfast, meet with key members for a day of motion (it's what they call a "look").

At this time, if anyone wants to meet and listen. Most of them are representatives of caravans staying in the castle.

Until lunch, receive reports and give instructions from administrative sources such as Elizabeth and Young Knox. As usual, spending is high, but income is also increasing slightly as the streets are improved.

Also in the meantime, spells are used for all parts of the castle and for street construction, providing giants (labor) and stone walls (materials).

Work in the alchemist's office this afternoon.

We continue to manufacture golems using materials extracted by our students in the morning.

At the current pace, it's going to be complete before the Rigirius Grand Conference.

For the most part, Crawla or Elizabeth, and occasionally Deane, come to be present for dinner.

By your side, you will look like you are enjoying a sumptuous dinner with beautiful women and girls in your samurai.

In fact, it would be a lie if I said it wasn't fun.

It breaks bones inside to allow Crawler to preach about how to do it, or Elizabeth and Deane to start paying for kicks under the table.

When dinner is over, take a bath set up on the rooftop of the main tower and go to bed.

Peaceful and busy days have lasted for the last ten days or so.

Such an afternoon.

Tired of the task of even mixing and mixing fantastic ingredients, I decided to leave the inner gate and take a walk through the 'courtyard below'.

The outer wall under construction encloses enough grounds to be comparable to a little sports park is the 'courtyard below'.

Inns, warehouses, horse barns, etc. are continually being completed.

The weather is very nice.

The powerful voices of Dwarves and workers working sound.

I was also totally used to seeing the forest giants (Forest Giants) pile up stone.

It would be a merchant passing the castle to the city of Lellis or Battle Axe Township who maintains a carriage and so on around a temporary residence.

Soldiers on patrol and servants at work bow respectfully when they are not like me.

Sometimes the faces of people I meet and see are all smiling, and I felt pretty refreshed.

By the way.

"Shut up, you barbarians!

"What!?

I heard yelling in the shadow of a sparsely populated material storage area.

If you look, several Schulz warriors are rubbing with strange men.

It would be a mercenary escorting a caravan.

"Mmm..."

You can't miss the fight in the castle.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to arbitrate.

Because of the piles of stone and wood, they don't seem to notice me.

"Don't stand and piss! Drop the raw garbage at the designated location! You countrymen!"

"Don't give me orders like a barbarian!

... Terribly, thanks. They're arguing over a preliminary manners issue.

What the Schulz are reprimanding the mercenaries is a rule that is already well established in our castle.

Sigh at too much sluggishness...... a little rethink.

I don't know where the mercenaries came from, but even the city of Lelis, the big city, had a more ambiguous hygiene concept (although I'm sure it was better than the 'medieval European city' I imagined).

Mostly, even modern Japan has mountains of men standing and pissing in the countryside.

The Schulds are more rare in this world (Sedia) where there are concepts of not leaving raw garbage and dirt unattended or disinfected. Or it can be called an anomaly.

When I walked out towards them......

"I'm gonna stop. - Whoa!

The voice of a girl who felt comfortable pushing through heaven mutilated her yelling voice.

"What? A maid?" "

"Lord Morra, Mo."

Mora, a girl in apron, was appearing in simple maid clothes.

You're approaching me from the other side, I still haven't noticed this one.

"Please keep to the castle. And no fighting!

Maura sits on her back in both hands, staring at the soldiers and the warriors.

The power is quite considerable.

I was worried, but once I hid behind the material I decided to see how it was going.

Because I was pressured until I was, not.

Mercenaries, merchants, I wanted to know what people were like visiting my castle. Plus, I'd like to see how Mora judges this situation.

Of course, if Maura is dangerous, I won't forget to break it right in.

"It doesn't matter to the maid."

"Shall I have you pulling in? Be patient with how they behave."

Neither did her power draw warriors and mercenaries. On the contrary, it gets even worse.

But Mora hasn't lost either.

"This is Dj... it's Master Margils' castle. Yikes! Awesome you are going to embarrass Master Margils!?

"Ugh."

"Oh, that's..."

Something to say and the atmosphere is starting to resemble a crawler......

"Well, it's generally bad that these guys suddenly yell at me."

"Details? I just taught the countrymen to be polite."

The Schulz, of course, know that Maura is a heavy town that cows the castle's housework in general.

I guess even the mercenaries have heard about my rumors.

As a result, it seems we can no longer make Maura just a maid and an evil one.

The yelling at each other begins to complain to Mora that we're not good friends with each other.

Of course, primitive but decent toilets and garbage dumps are set up in the castle. It's obvious the mercenaries are bad by reason.

But Maura thinks (with the topic slightly reddening her face just to the topic).

"You know, you don't like mercenaries when they pee, do you?

"You bet. Ugh."

"So what's the rotten food nearby?

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"That's right. We don't like it when that happens to our favorite castle."

……

Maura spoke in soft language.

The way a maid-dressed girl teaches armed and resilient men is different when it comes to being different.

The mercenaries have an indescribable look.

"So in a properly decided place..."

"Uh, okay, okay! I lost!

Leader-like mercenaries made a noise.

Shake your head and turn your back.

"Hey, it's time to help pack."

"Heck..."

The other mercenaries follow their leaders and try to walk away.

One way or another, it's a soothing expression of 'no matter what the wizard's favorite is'.

"I'm sorry, ma'am"

"I'll be careful next time."

However, several mercenaries snuck up on Mora to say their apologies.

Her struggle was not in vain.

……

"... ah! Oh, come on."

"Meh! So."

The Schulz warriors were in the air from the middle of nowhere.

I step out trying to chase him, but Mora drinks me and stiffens me.

"I think the way the Schulz people think is clean and awesome. But if you yell at the countrymen, they'll just get angry, right?

"... they insulted us too. Besides, in order to correct injustice, show strength..."

"That's not gonna work."

... They say the argument between Mora and the Schulds isn't quite over.

I think about it as I hear it.

The Schulz are originally the kind of people who wage guerrilla warfare to regain their usurped homeland.

Its pride and courage are splendid, but it's not nice to empower everything.

No, I just didn't get slashed by a mercenary all of a sudden, is it getting round?

I have to go out with different groups and races besides the Schulz.

Conflicts due to differences in temperament, habits and values will also increase in this castle from now on.

I just mentioned the sign "Guide to Protecting the Wanderer," but you're just losing confidence...

"... everyone in this castle needs to get along. Shh. To keep you from beating the devil."

"Ugh, um..."

"I know the Schulz are nice, too. So be nice to the rest of us."

"Wow, okay..."

And so on, and what a snort Mora made them whilst she was worried.

From the look on the faces of the Schulz warriors, I don't seem entirely convinced. But there are some who laugh.

Of course, this won't make it all better.

This is definitely a small victory for Mora.

Mora and the warriors disbanded.

In the end, you stayed hidden until the end......

"Mm-hmm. Well, but let me see something good"

"What's a good thing, peeping bastard"

"Whoa."

As I nodded in my father's mood watching over my daughter, a great shock ran on my shoulder.

Looking back, a huge shadow covered him, grabbing my shoulder.... it's a rade.

"What are you doing?

"You don't have the strength to teach. Why didn't you leave? Mercenaries may have attacked Mora."

I don't know if I've ever heard Rade talk so much.

"If I'd left, they'd have heard what I was afraid to say. But you won't be convinced. That's why I left it to her."

"... you're as good as ever with your mouth"

"If I can do that, I want Mora to grow more."

Hatred is a masterful rade too, tongue-in-cheek my explanation and hands off my shoulders.

This mightiest warrior, his head spins actually fast.

From now on, Zytheas Castle will be even bigger and more people.

To entrust such a castle, I want Mora to gain more experience.

I'm not underestimating her abilities. Instead, they spare their talents.

Even in this event, I can admire you for not giving my name at all, apart from the first word.

If I could say 'I can tell Master Margils', she would have apologized flat out for both the Schulds and the mercenaries, but she didn't.

Like me, you knew you couldn't rely on authority to convince them.

It's easy to call it blue, clumsy, but I'm pretty sure Maura is the owner of a healthy spirit.

"Naturally, I will look at the period and talk to the Schulds as well. It doesn't fit any more values than being in this castle. Then you're in trouble."

"Hmm......"

You must have understood that you are in the subject of 'talk. The warrior chief of the warring clan turned that way.

"Besides, why were you here? Didn't you train in the upper courtyard earlier?

"I don't have the muscle to teach. We formed an unofficial alliance, but we didn't work for them."

Hmm.

Well, you can keep it that way.

"Well, if that's the case, I have an idea, too"

"What?"

"You can tell the Witch."

"Become!?

To my word, an unhealthy and dirty adult, Lade blued his face.

In the end, the warrior chief confessed that he was wearing the covert Ear-Eyed Soldier (Jihaku) on Mora.

They said the Dark Elves were meant to be escorts during their absence.

"I appreciate that, but I need you to keep me posted."

……

Also a rade pointing that way.

It's getting interesting where I tried to speak up even more.

"Warrior Long!

Also, a new person appeared where I thought no one was.

Spooky surface covering (menhey) with eyeballs and ears accentuated in warrior-specific red lightweight armor. He was a talking ear soldier.

"Fire in the South Forest. It looks like" The Village Behind "is under attack."