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

Gecko Gecko

"Oh, my darling."

The five masked magicians were snuggling with monsters resembling green frogs. Made to obey with fear by monsters, or ravaged with power... such a 'normal' fear could have endured. No, I may not be able to stand it, but I would have been able to convince and give up.

But.

"Get out of the way! But hey! Oh, if it's enough to be like that, it's better to die!

"But I can't do it anymore... it's over..."

It was impossible, such as accepting myself for loving a monster that harbors physiological aversion.

The lake thieves, who should have no blood or tears selected by Sigan and Hilme, enter with one or two of them.

"Who the hell is that? Let Margils out."

Even if the lake bandits were in unknown terror, only the 'Mad Sword' was sane. Speak plainly to a giant warrior out of common sense (determined by the warrior) who shows up from aboard. No, the inside of that quiet voice was full of intent to kill on the verge of an outbreak.

"... Who's Sigan?

A giant looking up even from a big sigan. The man, who hung the likely sword in one hand for two meters, ignored Sigan and repeated the question.

If you are a normal person, it is likely that you will soon see who is the 'mad sword' if you look at the faces of the lake thieves. Anyway, only one person has a creepy tattoo on his naked upper body, two swords on his back, and above all, he's its culprit. But the big man's eyes were poured evenly on them all.

... I mean, for a big man, the only other guy who's talking to himself right now is one of a bunch of others.

"Shah!"

The moment I realized that fact, Sigan's body jumped.

Grab two swords with your hands around your back, pull them out, step in with a forward leaning position, and slash them. A series of motions was incredibly ill on my part. And the disease becomes sharp.

The aim is a big man's elbow. I don't know how many giants, but if they tear the tendon apart, they'll be helpless.

If you thoroughly pierce and chop up the big man who did it so bloody... Sigan's lips are distorted by the delusion of abuse. Look, he hasn't even turned his face here yet. The great sword stays hanging sloppy...... so?

Dosssssss

Sigan noticed that she heard a strange noise from the middle of her body and her legs stopped.

If you lower your gaze, there's a chunk of steel piercing around Mitsuru. Steel was stretched out to the hand of the big man.... It's his sword.

"Hey, why?"

"Why!?"

Sigan's grunt and Hilme's scream were worn. Sigan spits blood out of her mouth and falls.

From a hillme or still sane lake thief, nothing.

He lifted the sword tip of the great sword that the big man was hanging with his right hand against Sigan, who was suddenly slashed. Sigan will have jumped into the sword and skewered herself.

"With one hand... even the scarecrow hasn't moved..."

From the Hilmes, who have more knowledge of weapon use than the crowd, it's not as easy as saying it in words. I don't know how you see it. That sword weighs a lot. You'll have a hard time just taking it up.

The power of his wrist alone made him go faster than Shigan's slaughter, which could be described as divine speed.

In short, the big man in front of him buried the lake thief's strongest swordsman after moving his wrist slightly.

……

Big Boy - There was no emotion in the eyes of the warrior chief rade.

By the looks of it, all he did was bend his wrist. But inside that giant, terrible work had been done.

It transmits from the soles of the feet to the knees, legs, hips, sides, shoulders, arms and wrists the forces created by the instantaneous tension of the muscles throughout the body. At this time, the force is further amplified by applying a spiral twist to the joint. He created a fulcrum and a power point in his giant hand, and he jumped up the sword once and for all with this principle.

Behavior that just bent my wrist on my eyes. It was also the pole of physical manipulation and swordsmanship passed down to the warring clan.

"So? When is Sigan what?

……!?

To the sounds of a boring rade, the Hilmes froze their spines.

"Rade. What are you doing?"

"... shut up"

From behind the warrior who defeated the 'Mad Sword' with ease like paying off a feather worm, there was a man's voice without tension.

From the shadow of a giant that hid the entrance to the ship, a man emerged with a luxurious black robe. Black hair and black eyes. Cane with blue ore embedded in the hand.

"Ma, Margils......?

Hilme shrugged in a plundered voice.

"I don't know. I'm the wizard, Geo Margils."

"Dear Margils!

"Long live the Great Wizard Margils!

The man who stood next to the rade...... Gio replied pale.

The five magicians who were in the boat and the frog monster Koprug kneel in honor of him.

"You're probably Hilme, right? So, that's Sigan?

"Ugh, yeah..."

Hilme replied, licking her lips many times and swallowing her spit. The spirit of a female thief is screaming in a series of sights too far from common sense. But still - I never stopped trying to kill him.

He went out of his way to show himself... if he didn't have time to use magic...

Hilme was thinking faster than ever. Run your gaze to the left and right and check the situation of your men.

"Hi-hi, hi-no..."

"No, I don't like frog lovers..."

Half of them are squatting and crying. The other half is stunned with a dead man's face. These guys might be able to move if they manage to get them alive.

"... damn..."

The only magician man under my command was pale but still sane. No matter how strong the Great Sword warrior is, magic will not be prevented. If this...

"Oh, you... what are you going to do with us...?

To buy time, Hilme spoke first. It exquisitely twists the body of highly exposed leather armor and tries to attract interest.

"Well, give me a minute."

……!?

Looking at Gio, who gently raised his cane, Hilme moaned his red lips.

Cold and quiet eyes as if to see things!

I've never seen a man with those eyes before, looking at his body and his flair. I have been looked at by a man of strong will, or a man of cleanliness, who sees contemptuous eyes and filth (and I have often done so later by choosing those eyes). But most men, however sublime they may say with their mouths, have seen themselves with their licking eyes.

A man named Wizard didn't even seem to recognize a piece of value (or even contempt) for Hilme as a woman.

In Hilme's chest a separate kind of hatred arises from his previous vocational intentions to kill.

You ignore me... you'll never forgive me!

"… [Complete treatment]"

"Ooh! Ha ha!

"Ah? Shi, Mr. Sigan!?"

While Hilme was sprouting hatred, Gio was completing the spell. A bloody chigan, whose wand was pointing at him, shook his body tingly and spit out a chunk of blood. I was close to catching my breath, and an empty hole was blocked in my body.

"Sigan, are you alive?"

"Duh, what happened... fuck..."

"I treated him. You guys have business to attend to."

"What!?"

Hilme is not a cute woman who can hold a bloody chigan. Raises an eyebrow at Gio's unintelligible behavior of treating enemies.

"Hilme on Sigan. And so do your men... and I want you to return to the lake thief's quarters and convey my request."

Gio said in an eagle tone as the king commands his men. In an attitude that didn't even feel a bit nervous, Hilme felt shown the overwhelming 'difference in character' between herself and the executives of the Bandit Guild.

……

"What do you mean, a request?

Chigan, who bit his back teeth and only stared at the big man, could no longer be counted on. Hilme asks Gio, desperately making potatoes.

"Easy. Khalid's Lake Bandits are disbanded. From today onwards, all criminal activities to the general public, in particular murder, rape and drug trafficking, shall be prohibited. That's all."

……

Gio said it all the time. As always, I don't move a single eyebrow into Hilme's festivities.

but Hilme, who just heard a 'request' equal to announcing its dissolution against the bandit guild, was not the case.

"... that's so lame... Oh, I'm good!? Dear Khalid and the executives of the Alliance may not understand..."

Even Hilme is not good, of course. But this is Setouchi, where she can survive herself or kill Geo with a gap.

"It might be a little difficult. So this is how I spend my time. If you don't heed my request..." Here's what's gonna happen. "

"This is what happens...!?"

Gio shrugged his shoulder gently, something bumpy and began to whine. Normally I almost strain one of my heads, but Hilme has to wait in silence.

"This spell shatters the heart of the whole subject and makes it the dependent cost of madness. [Mental Destruction (Mind Crash)]"

Sigans, hours after the Lake Bandit fleet left to raid the Wizard's ship.

A corner of an island that is innumerably present on Lake Lewis. It has been a secret hub for Khalid's fleet for some time now.

The building, which was a narrow island but built using trees and rock shade, was lavish and told the story of the magnitude of the forces of the Great Lakes thief Khalid.

Inside that mansion. The Great Hall was home to top executives of the Bandit Guild from the cities of the Lius Alliance.

A man with a discreet appearance - Khalid, the man - is arriving on the seat of a large table that seems to be used even in the court.

……

"But it's too late..."

"Even if it's a handy ship."

"Rather, it could have been an accident with too many fleets."

Kaises, master of the Soleil City Bandit Guild, blurred. The other executives snort.

Normally, they never get together in one place. That was what was ordered, in this raid, not only the strength of each bandit guild, but also the executives themselves to assemble at the base.

That's all, I guess this wizard raid is also a big bet for Khalid.

That's why there's no way the Kaises, who have soaked sweet juice under Khalid's umbrella, are going home somewhat late for the convoy's return to port. Instead, in my position, I have to show my face under Khalid, who is leggy.

The other executives are in a similar or stopover situation.

Hidden whispers whisper as he shrugs away at Khalid, who remains on his seat.

There, the man from the preaching jumps in.

"I'm back. Ah! It's" Water Dragon "!

"Finally back! How was the tail? The treasure!?"

"... well, that's..."

The sweaty preaching stuck in words. The complexion is unusually bad.

"Get out of the way..."

"Hih!? Yes, no"

It was Hilme, known as the luscious female thief, who made herself a user of the iron wire whip, who pushed the decree over and showed herself in the hall.

Kaises felt disgusted when he realized that there was no excitement of killing, no trance of looting or shards in her face.

"Whoa, Hilme! What happened to Sigan?

Executives of the Giralse City Bandit Guild, to which Hilme belongs, gave a swallowing voice. This incompetence makes Kaises curse inside, but it's also something he needs to hear.

"Sigan's here..."

"Si, Mr. Sigan. Hold on tight."

Hilme moved sideways to make way. From the open door, a young lake thief supports his shoulder and a leaning 'mad sword' enters.

"Sigan! You don't look like you, did you even get hurt?

Anxiety arose in the faces of the executives over the unexpected appearance of Sigan, who even behaved disdainfully to Khalid. Well, I don't think the raid itself failed......

"Peppi?"

One voice, a tall voice, and then Sigan raised her face.

"Hih."

Kaises, who has gazed at him, will regret it for the rest of his life.

Sigan's eyes filled with burning intentions and madness were... 'empty'. Nothing behind it... no will, no memory, no pride, no anger, no desire, no personality... a hole as dark as a bottomless well... that was the eye of the now 'mad sword' Sigan.

Gecko Gecko

Geez, geez, geez.

From outside the mansion, a creepy squeal echoed.