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

The bandits who attacked "The Village Behind" were destroyed.

It has been practically an hour or so since the first fire and arrow was fired into the village.

But it's not in this world that it's a speedy solution.

Leaving the eighty-five unconscious captives and surveillance to Sandar and the men of the village who were at war, I headed to the village square.

After this, there is a pile of things to do to inform the Castle of Zitheas, interrogate and transfer the captive bandits and, above all, rebuild the village.

"Ri, lord! Thank you very much."

"Grace God of Creation (Remader) to Lord Margils"

"Wizard."

He who cleaneth up dwellings half-burned with fire arrows, he who gathereth the food that is scattered, and he who refraineth from weeping children.

Everyone crawls when they see me, squeezing out words of gratitude.

Of course there was relief and gratitude in that expression, but the colour of fright is also intense.

That's the same vibe I used to taste in Yule Village.

... Well, even I would be frightened if I turned into a giant monster and put out a bobo fire in front of a man.

When you arrive in the square in a slightly dark mood.

"Dad. Dad."

"Grrr..."

"Yes, it hurts..."

"I'll pull the arrow out. Eat your teeth."

There lay a large number of bloody and scratchy villagers, groaning.

Except it's a hunter's village. First aid is provided in a way that the energetic person is accustomed to.

……

There are a dozen bodies. It was wrapped in cloth and lined up.

The sad expression of the villagers surrounding the dead.

Guilt, which is intensely appealing to existence from earlier, tightens his chest.

"Ri, lord."

The village chief rushed over and lay flat.

He was also all over mud and coal, and the bandages wrapped around his forehead were bright red.

"Thank you"

"I thought I couldn't do it anymore."

Those who were in ambulance, as well as the injured, also lay down on the ground following the village chief.

I whispered the words of gratitude of the village chiefs in as kind a voice as possible.

"Sorry for the late rescue, village chief. Let me compensate you as much as I can.... but now we'll have to deal with the injured first."

"Well, I don't know about compensation...... Ah, yes! Hey, guys, don't let your hands rest!

"Yes, sir."

The village chief nods reluctantly and skips the instructions to the villagers.

"Mayor, let me help you too"

Most of the seriously injured were able to heal with a hand-held healing potion.

As it is a basic level item, it is not fast, but it can block the wound and stop the bleeding.

We'll send Salia, the castle medical officer, later to get her well treated.

The potion server has been emptied, but not that it can't be replenished.

"................................."

"My son..."

"Does it hurt? Poor thing......"

Right now, it's a particularly badly wounded young man groaning at my feet. That's two of us, too.

On the side, each family-like man and woman walks in.

The despair was also natural.

One of the young men's bellies remains deeply pierced with spear tips, while the other has a torn forehead.

"Village chief, are these two the last seriously wounded?

"Yes... Unfortunately, they are too late…"

The village chief told him remorsefully.

But I was relieved from the bottom of my heart at this time.

The youngsters had blurred their already unfocused eyes at me, but they were still not dead.

I just picture myself in the 'inner realm' and dive into the demonic gates.

I want to compliment myself for having prepared (charged) this spell twice the other morning.

"This spell heals all wounds and restores complete health to the youth of our people. [Complete Treatment (Complete Recovery)]"

"Hold on, son. Yo... is that it?

"Dad?"

The energy of chaos rewrote reality by spells, and the damaged flesh of the youth was restored.

He is waking up his torso and shaking his head as if he had woken up completely from his nap.

The spear that had stabbed me in the stomach was also rolling on the floor at some point.

Don't tell me what happened to the blood loss or the infection. This is magic.

"Hey lord... are you..."

Leaving aside the stunned village chief, he also cast a [Complete Treatment (Complete Recovery)] spell on the remaining seriously injured.

The sight from the villagers was slightly softened by handing out healing potions to the injured or by saving two dying youths.

My mind doesn't clear though.

I was shocked by the experience of intentionally killing people...... actually because there were more problems bothering me than that.

"The Hall of the Lord. I'd like to ask you one thing. If, this time, a certain (it is) was as mortally wounded as a young man earlier...... who will the castle lord save?

Once I was about to return to the castle, Sir Sandar asked me a question.

That was exactly the biggest problem I felt in this case.

What if there were three dying humans in a situation where full treatment (complete recovery) could only be used twice?

In this case, the number of people doesn't make much sense.

In short, when the number of people asking for help was greater than the number of people who could be helped, the question is who do we trump?

I haven't explained to Sandar how spells work or anything yet, but I guess he understands that there are some limitations.

I'm staring at this one with some kind of try.

Maybe I can roll something with smoke side by side with the pepper for a good ear feel.

But I looked up into the sky for a while and then spoke the truth.

"First, I'll save you. One more person, I wonder which one to help."

"Hmm?"

The tough-faced old knight gently raised one eyebrow. I wouldn't say good or bad.

"If I were a good lord, I might have to save the people."

That's what modern Japanese ethics as human beings say.

A knight is a man on the side that protects his people, whose life is lighter than that on the side that is protected.

A natural distinction if we respect law and order, peace and stability.

But.

"But I could (...) not be human. If you're a close person and you don't even know your name, I want to save you."

"You think that's a good idea as a ruler?

It won't be good.

But Sir Sandar is anyway (...), for example, when it comes to a situation where you have to choose between Sedham or Crawla and someone you don't know.

I should definitely choose the former.

We know that will happen, so it would be useless to dress up on this occasion only.

"I'm not just saying it for emotional reasons. If you abandon what you fight according to me, there will be no soldiers left from the castle. If that happens, who will protect the people?

Worst of all, even if the people betray them, they can be suppressed with soldiers. But if a soldier betrays you, it won't help the people or anything.

polar theory, but isn't that so wrong as the mindset of a ruler if you think about it?

No, of course, it proves the guilt I feel right now that I'm not going to break it off like that at all.

……

"I'm not convinced by Sir Sandar, the knight. Was that an answer?

Speak to the silent old knight with the ruthless look of his first try.

Honestly, Sir Sandar's stock was soaring in this case.

Aside from the great nobles behind him, I want him to be a very formal companion.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Suddenly the old knight laughed.

It was a luxurious, refreshing laugh that blew out heavy air.

"It's only natural for you as a king to favour your meritorious and capable subordinates. But... this is the first time I've seen someone as shy as you?

Sure, I have a sense that I'm saying something like a child. I don't know if my current logic is really right either.

But apparently, I could get his liking.

"Until now, one (or another) has served a 'ruler' or a 'country'. But at the end of the day, I know you want to wield my martial arts under a 'man' like you!

The choice seemed right this time.

A knight in heavy armor kneels, holding an axe spear with both hands and pointing it at me.

Perhaps he has expressed his intention to serve me as a knight. Although I guess.

I told him severely.

"Ermel Luc Sandar. I thank you for your loyalty."

"Ha!

The old knight, resilient to my words, drips his head (this way) even further and gives him an axe spear high.

……

……

Exchange outside the village, with only phantom horses on the side.

The wind passes between us silently.

……

"... the castle house?

Sir Sandar looked up at me suspiciously.

I make a tough face, keep the words coming.

"I'm so sorry, it (...). Can I talk to you later? I'll ask you how to do it."