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

Assassins who have rushed into a place of secret talks between lake bandit leaders and executives.

Behind that assassin stood her... Jeetaias Castle Secret Inspector Rayhanalka. It should also be noted that the Lakers have already lurked behind the ceiling and around the mansion, even though they have not noticed but can actually be described as her sister.

"Damn."

"... eh"

"... Ugh!?"

Zatham, who only seemed to be an untraceable young man in the village, reacted just as quickly though.

Turn around like it was bounced and break in between the dark elf and the chief. There was already an elongated blade in his hand. Blades are also planted on useless decorated sleeves and shoes. If 'just an assassin' were in front of him, this young man would have slit his neck without waiting for instructions from his employer or anything.

Khalid's movements were calm. I floated my hips for a moment, but quickly sat back down.

Inside, however, it was no place to calm down. Around the mansion, we have an alarm system with expensive equipment. Impossible, such as a human being he doesn't know breaking in unnoticed.

Lark was the most upset, moving his gaze as he sat on his mid back and watched the beauty and the chief move.

"I only ask you one thing.... No, I see.... My name is Rayhanalka. A faithful subordinate of the great Gio Margils."

Laiha spoke pale to the three villains.

I reworded it because I realized (...) that they were completely unaware of their identity (...).

"Well, Margils'.... You're tailed, Lark."

"... No way..."

Khalid also responds nicely.

Though inside was wary. Only Zatham and Lark know exactly who they are and where they are, both of them.

Inevitably, the only way for others to find this place is to crack Lark's mouth or tail him...... Lark's amazement was real. I mean, I haven't betrayed you.

That means.

"I spotted Lark as one of my men, tailed him, found this mansion, deactivated the Devil's alarm, and took Zatham's back," he said?

……

To Khalid's words, Zatham and Lark looked pale. Which is impossible without such tremendous skill.

"Yeah, but? More than that, I'd like to ask you something."

Leiha's eyes and voice are cold. He said, "Don't ask the obvious," he said.

"Well, what is it?

Kill or capture the dark elves in front of you, rather this is the situation where you should surrender?

Khalid listened back as he spun his head fast.

Nodding slightly toward Zatham and Lark. Zatham paves the way with a few steps back as he pounds his tongue.

Dark Elves walked glossy like a flower street seller and stopped in front of the concierge.

Lark jumps out the open door into the hallway. I guess to make sure there are no other intruders.

Laiha doesn't care about the movement behind her back. Big lake thief in the front, husky voice as he looks at the murderer in his right hand.

"I'll let you choose between two paths. It's a painful path to death and a path to life as a servant of the great Margils."

"... you mean give us a chance? That's a lot more generous."

Khalid returned the words more to buy time than to negotiate.

If you had a common sense nerve that could withstand subordination to others, you couldn't have raised and reigned so far in your organization.

"That's right. My Lord will also cherish the lives of villains like you. The plan was to dispose of you immediately, but you said, 'Ask me if you intend to surrender just once.' Thank you for that bottomless darkness of mercy, and bow down now."

……

Khalid saw loyalty and heart sickness to the eyes of a dark elf who spoke about 'My Lord' until harsh.

A limb composed of glossy curves in the legs, hips and chest.

Dark brown glossy skin exposed from black leather armor that fits its body.

A luscious beauty with purple eyes and wet lips.

More beautiful than any woman Khalid has ever held... and that woman is an amazing man who may be comparable to the most powerful assassin, Zatham.

I'm so sorry. Khalid thought from the bottom of his heart.

I saw Lark coming back on the woman's back, across the door. Zatham is also in a critical position by rocking the knife on his right hand.

Khalid himself is grabbing the small crossbow he had prepared under the desk.

If that bothered you, there were also a number of tricks in the room.

"What's up? Let me get back to you. You're lucky you're not going to be here for the rest of your lives."

A slight irritation mixed with the voice of the female dark elf. Reykha was Reykha, and the truth is, the inside was complicated.

In the first place, Laiha herself has not recognized a single piece of usage value to Khalid and the others. From the bottom of my heart - I shed a bad review of "Lord of Flows (Orli)" from the bottom of my soul, I believe that's all I deserve to be sentenced to extreme punishment.

Even with the prior plan, Khalid was supposed to leave here, and the Lord knew that. So he looked really sorry when he asked, 'It's good for once...'

That's what depresses Reich's mind. It's easy to dispose of the Khalids, but wouldn't the Lord grieve if he heard about it?

So Reykha was seriously going to surrender the Khalids.

I poked at them. Even if it's a choice, yes.

"Death? Is that subordination to Margils? 'Who heard, it is decided to choose the latter (...).

It is also the (Hykluus) family that makes plotting a business of manipulating the minds of others with precision if it is intelligence. But when the element Geo Margils was mixed into that cold calculation, the conclusions to be drawn seemed a little crazy.

"Right... then..."

The rush in Leiha's eyes. Khalid, who saw it, made a decision. Move the lid small and signal Lark, who was turning down signs in the hallway.

Inside the room, Khalid sits about the desk at the window. Zatham to the front left of the concierge. Leiha on the front of Khalid. Lark in the hallway, behind Reykha.

"... nooo!

First, Lark dared to raise his temper and thrust into Reykha's back.

He is also a skilled bandit. Hold a dagger in one hand, but instead of stabbing him with it, he first tackles around Reykha's waist and tries to seal the motion.

Zatham stood up to make the knife on his right hand look like Leiha. Of course, Leiha is going to poke a flash of gaps in dealing with Lark. Zatham's true prey is a circular blade hidden in the sleeve of his left hand...... it is a flying tool.

Khalid lifts the crossbow as he crouches in to shield the executive desk.

Laiha is...

He jumped backwards without looking back. Rotate with your knees in your arms and land past the ramping lark.

"Ugh!?"

"Guru!?"

Having lost sight of his goal, Lark clashed and flipped straight into the executive desk. On his medulla oblongata stands a small knife released by Leiha at the same time as the leap.

"Shit!"

Zatham waves his left hand. Two fast spinning circular blades (...) drew snake-like trajectories and approached Reyja's throat and chest.

The moment Leiha lands, she can't afford to pull out her hipster dagger. Even after this attack, Khalid's crossbow should stab the stop.

Zatham grinned miserably - frozen.

There is no such thing. Dark Elves picked up two flying murder weapons with bare hands (...).

"Become... Whew!?"

A round blade thrown back at the forehead of a young man devoured, and a young man known to Leus as a rare murderer, died.

What was in Zatham's eyes at the earliest moment was the sight of a knife buried in Khalid's face as well.

The moment Lark jumped over his head, there were two knives that Reykha threw.

"... or... ah... no way... na..."

Khalid shrugged as he stuck to his desk in bloody blood.

The 'death' that I have relentlessly given others is imminent.

"Ugh... Mal... Gills... Ugh, that's nasty, that's him... Me too... like you... a woman..."

The last thing he felt was neither despair nor fear.

I can turn all that loyalty to so many women. Why is that a (...) man called a wizard, not himself?

The ruler of the shadow of Leus, the Great Lakes thief Khalid, even said, died, as proclaimed by the 'Subordinate (si)', bewildered by the pain of jealousy.

"... a man who says a strange thing. This guy and Mr. Margils can't compare."

"Well, yeah"

"It doesn't look that different, but the contents are different."

Four sisters, Leiha and Dark Elf, including a thoroughbred and mansion investigation.

Rayha muttered on the top of the Buddha as he worked, his second daughter Rashir and his youngest son, Sasarah, tuned in.

"And in the end, I didn't know I had to kill him.... Lady Margils may be saddened..."

"Mmm. But the Lord wouldn't be mad at Sister Laiha, would he?

Now Raiha lowers her eyebrows and moans. Alga, my oldest daughter, is comforted.

"... If you get angry, would you please fold the cage?

"Why do you seem a little happy?"

Silent three-woman Gilma was also accidentally poking around.