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

Where a lake bandit ship carrying the Five of the Devils is ravaged by a mixture of frogs, humans and something blasphemous.

"Light the lights! Everybody grab your weapons! Be a pair and keep an eye on the area!

Almost impossible complete windlessness on Lake Lewis.

Instead of the Margirus passenger ship, which is a prey, the thick fog can only be seen blurry even by the ships next to it.

That, over the foggy screen, the voices of ships and companions who seem to be being attacked by something huge echo far away.

The captain of "The Water Dragon" was a skilled sailor and thief, but each was a very unknown anomaly. Still, I could say that it was wise to give guidelines to act in the meantime to quell some of my men's upset.

A new mutation strikes them like that relentlessly.

"Hey, why are you moving!?"

"There's no wind..."

Yes, 'The Water Dragon' was restarting its advance. However, the sail has no sailor's operation.

"Captain! What the hell is this?!?"

"There's no way you can tell!

Hilme, with her hand on the iron wire whip, stuffs up to the captain with a murderous face, but it was the captain who wanted to hear that.

"Ugh, wow!? Captain! And look down there!

"Now what!?"

A sailor at the stern raised a voice of fear. The Captain, Hilme and the lake thieves look down at the lake surface he points at, even though he hates it inside. And naturally, I knew I shouldn't have seen it, I thought.

"Hi... people, huh?!?"

"Hey, giant...!? But my leg..."

"Oh... but I don't know anymore!?"

There was a huge shadow on the water. The total length greatly exceeds' Water Dragon '.

The guy (...) was grabbing the stern of the 'Water Dragon' with his long arms extended. I only have one leg. That twists big left and right to create propulsion like a fish... yeah, that's not a leg. A tail.

That guy (...) is definitely carrying 'Water Dragon' by pushing it from behind.

From across the fog, I heard frog-like ringing and humans laughing at the Guerraggera, something falling into the water. And thunderous roars. That could be the sound of a fellow ship being twisted by someone.

"Wow!? I don't like it anymore! Put me down! Captain! I'm going down now!

"You idiot! Where do you think you're going?

I guess I crossed some kind of limit. One of the sailors grabbed the captain's chest as he aroused and scattered. Fly bubbles out of your mouth, and there's no reason in those eyes.

"Oh, yeah! Turn back!"

"We're getting away with this by boat!

Discipline, which had been consolidated with the pleasure of code, fear and plunder, easily collapsed into the fear of smearing it. The moment many sailors tried to rush out to escape.

"Get him down! Captain! Whoa."

From the mouth of the first sailor to be grabbed by the captain, there was something that grew a little on.

"If you want to get down so badly, I'll get you down. What do you say, happy, huh?

"Ah... but..."

It was' Mad Sword 'Sigan who said happily standing behind the sailors. In front of the captain, it was the cutting edge of Sigan's sword that jumped out of the sailor's mouth.

"People are listening, huh? Say something, hey!? Hey no!?"

Sigan lifted his body with a sword stuck in the back of the sailor's head and poked it up again and again.

Like a man-shaped flag, the sailor's body dances over Sigan's head.

"Ugh..."

"Hiya..."

It is the lake thief who has never worked with Sigan who holds his mouth away from the tragic sight. Many lake thieves and sailors who know what the 'Mad Sword' does pray that they will not be Sigan's next target.

"Can't you answer that because your mouth isn't right? Or are you retarded? I don't need that stuff - right!?"

Sigan flashed her backhanded sword twice unwrought with her sailor poked up with one hand. The sailor's neck is severed, the torso without the neck rolls onto the deck and blood falls like rain.

"Dog, torso"

A young lake thief, who had seen a rolling corpse, uttered an inverted voice. Not only had the victim's torso been severed from his neck, but it had been amputated in the lower back and ended up in two pieces of meat. "Mad Sword" Chigan's fearsome sword moves and brutality.

The odor of a flooded organ makes you feel realistic in a nightmarish surrounding sight on the contrary.

"... hey can you tell me? Why isn't this guy talking to me? Do you understand?

"HI, HI!?"

I poked my sword tip at another sailor with the sailor's neck skewered and heard Sigan with a seriously rotten face. The sailor is given a face decorated with a large knife wound and creepy ink and a mismatch in its expression, plus the neck of a wretched man who gave birth to a sword tip from the back of his mouth, in front of his eyes, making the sailor stiff.

"Sigan! That'll be good enough! You guys, get to your stations! We have to get out of here! If you're a man, show me your guts!

"Ha, yes, no!

"Ri, got it!

He's more afraid of the blade of the madman in front of him than in a situation that's too creepy and unrealistic. The lake thieves and sailors had regained their sanity to Hilme's roar. No, I should say that the fear of real death has anointed the uncertain fear of anomalies.

"... hassle-free"

"You're calming down. Do you have any ideas?

Sigan spit as she waved one hand and threw the sailor's neck down onto the lake. He doesn't even change his complexion to the scene of the mutilated massacre, and Hilme asks that Sigan.

"I guess that big fat ass is carrying us somewhere, huh? Well, that means someone has business for us."

"Who... is Margils? Are you willing to negotiate with Margils?

The captain had also regained only a little vibrancy in the words of the 'mad sword', which in this anomalous situation seemed more reliable than anyone else in sanity.

"I don't know who Margils is. Someone... I mean, a human would be able to kill you."

Sigan said all the while wiping the crooked knife back into the sheath with the body's clothes. The captain takes a breath and Hilme laughs.

"Ha! That's the same thing. Let's get you off guard at best."

Hilme has also fought good militias, assassins of hostile guilds, and magicians. The higher the target is, the more honestly believe in the weaknesses this one has shown and fit into the trap. You won't beat the giant pushing the ship or any other shadowy creature, but if humans are opponents, they can kill as many of them as they want. I thought so.

"Damn. Can't you get out of the fog yet?"

The captain of "The Water Dragon" was frustrated. The proud lake thief ship is moving through the fog as it is pushed by giants in the water. The feeling of time is also vague.

No longer can we hear screams or creepy monsters without the shadow of a fellow ship around us.

"I hate it, not at all."

Hilme had also darkened the colour of fatigue to her luscious beauty. It was painful to find out that the giant would not sink the ship right away so there was some leeway, but still this state of tension continued.

"Let it be, Captain! Ship!"

"Whoa."

A sailor on the lookout reported aloud. The silhouette of a large ship is approaching in the direction of travel.

"This is a Margils ship..."

"Is this the destination? But it's quiet."

As the captain put it, it was the original 'prey' that emerged from the fog. It was a ship of Geo Margils. The hull looks familiar and carries the crest of the city of Lellis. That's for sure. But.

"Wouldn't anyone like to show their face? He's not even moving."

I said that the cigar was jammed.

The shadow of the giant in the water had disappeared as it approached the 'dragon of water' and the ship until it was sidelined. Still, I can't see a person at all on a passenger ship that looked like it was docked on the lake. In a way, a presence that suits this situation very well… is like a ghost ship.

"Hey, you guys, let's see how it goes."

"Eh."

Hilme ordered the lower end of the lake thief. They naturally look disgusted. That's right.

"I'm not asking you to kill Margils. Instead, if there's anyone in there, even his legs lick it and sell the melancholy." We surrender. "

"Heh, heh..."

The lower end, nominated for the evil grinning Hilme word, did not fit the word surrender, nodded reluctantly. Originally, (though not as good as Sigan) I can't go against Hilme, who is known for his lack of mercy and forgiveness.

Eventually, three lake thieves were to cross over to the ship for reconnaissance.

The lake thieves, who had been aboard a passenger ship by surprise, explored the deck, but the crew and treasure could not discover any of them. To the lake thieves who have reported it aloud, Hilme mercilessly orders reconnaissance on board.

Ten minutes after the scouts entered the ship with a single hand of pine light and a dying face.

Only silence was their achievement.

"Hey, why don't we just shoot the fire arrow in from here and sink that ship?

Hilme the Ideal Face suggested to Sigan and the Captain.

The faces of the lake thieves I sent out for reconnaissance and the messages I entrusted to them. I don't think the opponent is going to admit to surrendering or anything, I just think he's trying to lure us into a passenger ship. And I just wanted to be her and observe the situation and try to do the "most hateful thing about them".

"An idiot. What are you going to do with the treasure inside? Besides, if that giant comes back and they sink this ship, it's over."

Sigan's objections also make sense for once. Most importantly, if this man is more rational than reason, he can't help but want to chop up Margils or his men who would be waiting on the ship.

I don't know what else to do.

Sigan decided to board the ship herself. However, cunning, he also remembers to pin the hooked chains and the feed boards for the grounding attack to disappoint both ships in case the captains escape.

I don't think I'm going to be able to escape, either, is a testament to the Mad Sword.

"It's really creepy. What does a guy named Margils think?"

"Saana."

It was Hilme on Sigan and the twelve elite lake thieves who boarded the deck of the ship. Seven of them hold stone bows, which are luxury goods. The other one doesn't have the official rank, but he's a magician.

It is inherently excessive power to control one ship.

"Open the door."

When a row stood in front of the door leading onboard, a voice echoed on the deck that should have been deserted.

"Well, wait."

"!? Are you guys..."

Five men stood in the boat to pinch the lake thieves from left to right. They all wore creepy masks on their faces and held canes in their hands.

"" The Five of Demons ". Why are you here?

"Hmm. I came here to advise you. Suggested surrender."

"What?

Gecko

As usual, the moment Sigan narrowed her eyes to the words of five magicians who looked down on people, she heard a strange squeal.

Gecko Gecko

Gero

"... what the heck are those guys haha!?"

"Hi-ha, hi-ha!?"

Both Hilme and the lake thieves screamed.

"The Green Monster" crawled up one boat after the other.

For once, it was a human form with limbs and head. But round and large eyeballs on the head shaped like a fishing bell, countless tentacles on the mouth. No matter where you look in this world (Sedia), such as a monster with green skin with numeric nullity, it won't exist.

"The Green Monster" is five bodies. Each stands behind the Five of the Devils, his throat ringing. The eyeballs positioned far from the left and right are twirling and moving, not sure exactly where they are looking.

The Lakers have no reason to know, nor the 'Five of the Devils', but the identity of the green monster is' Koprug '. It's a monster that appears in "D&B," even with frog humans, with a level of six. It is on the same level as Ogle and not necessarily a strong enemy. But feared by the players by their wicked intelligence and special abilities.

Koprug's special abilities. That's......

"So surprised...

"You don't seem to know how beautiful they are."

Gecko

'The Five Demons' were really relaxed as Sigan even grew fat and stiff. On the contrary, he caresses or hugs the Coprug body standing behind him in a loving manner. Koprug also seemed somewhat comfortable.

This is Koprug's special ability, 'fascination'.

"Oh, are they female?!?"

The argument is not there. I knew that, but Hilme was accidentally stuck in the words and attitudes of the magicians who were too different.

"You'll see!"

"Shut up, Baba!

"Shut up, whore!

"Think of the years!

Returning from The Five Demons was a storm of cursing that went far beyond imagination.

"Hey, what the hell? Come on!?"

"... you guys attached to Margils?

Sigan asked them, ignoring the upward hillme. The voice is raging low. If he knew Sigan, he would have found out that was due to a near explosion intent to kill him.

"Hmm, that's what I mean"

"Master Margils is fantastic!

"You've got such a lovely lover for us!

"You, too, abandon Khalid and pledge your allegiance to Lord Margils."

Gekoggekock

"Ah, it's a nightmare..."

One of the lake thieves shrugged. That whining, which would get agreement from all the sane people on the spot, was not actually right.

"Ah!?"

The door to the ship that the Sigans were going to kick in opened.

What I saw across the door was the wall.

No, not the wall. It was the flesh of one man. Giant enough to make Sigan look like a child, he gave himself up to the deck looking really cramped on the standard size door.

I didn't know, Sigan was eating up her teeth and making a roaring noise out of that gap.

"... hey..."

The upper body is peeled, with leather trousers and boots underneath. And he's hanging a big sword in his right hand. The flesh, which also looked like a wall, was a mass of muscles with tremendous heat and power. Moreover, the fact that it is also thin and fat makes me think of the practical nature of its flesh. A number of geometric texts were tattooed on the tanned skin.

"... Sigan, who's that?

The supergiant man sounds annoying.

Yes, the nightmare for the Lakers was still to come.