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

Sylvas, the territorial capital, to which a line of Geo Margils aspires.

It is a fortified city located at the mouth of the river on the shore of Lake Lewis. The population is about three thousand. It is a small city not comparable to the flourishing city of Lelis. The walls and buildings are also old-fashioned...... well, they smell old.

However, Baron Sylvas, who governs Sylvas, puts a large number of villages, large and small, under his control as a possession during the period of the Kingdom of Lius. Its total population and productivity were impeccable as the third city of the Lius Alliance.

That, the luxurious mansion where Baron Sylvas lives.

Spacious living room at the back of the mansion. The floor is decorated with numerous statues, peels and walls with paintings, textiles and medals that are likely to cause eye pain.

Large plates lined the large table of carved marble and served with colorful delicacies.

"Oh no, Baron Sasha. Don't touch me...... You don't like it."

"Buhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

An obese young man whose skin was also vindicated by an obvious dancer was Baron Sylvas.

An embroidered robe of eccentric symbols in fine silk is pampered. The face that niggles as he strokes his red-dyed cheeks... well it does convince him that he is the 'Baron Wild Pig' where the people say he is.

Incidentally, the dancer with the baron's cheek stretched out is a floral shape that is also famous in Sylbus. Until recently, at the Baron's request, we were holding a show to give you a seat. The show of this hand is held in the baron's mansion in less than three days.

"Dear Mr. Sileon! Are you sure you want to relax like that?!?"

The last one who was in the living room. A young man with a long sword in simple leather armor and a knight's coat blamed the baron. Well, I'll blame you. This is quite a beauty through the nostrils.

"Who's Sil-on?

"It's me... Hey, here, Guider. Don't call me by that name!

Sileon Sin Silvas. That was his full name. A fact that most of the residents and ministers do not know (rather than forget), starting with the dancer Aryl with his eyes rounded.

The Baron himself seems to be concerned about the sounding of the name and too many gaps in his current situation.

"But Master Sileon is Master Sileon..."

"I said stop!

"Okay, wild boar."

"You're not a wild boar!?"

Baron and young man interacting with a flashing dancer on his ass, like a talking art of dogma. The young man's name is Guider Gil Dhakan. He is the common son of a knight bordered by a baron's family, and the baron's dairy brother. I am currently trying to escort him.

"Stay strong than that. Lord Margils is coming to Sylbus tomorrow, isn't he?

"I won't be here tomorrow."

"What?"

Guider tilted his neck.

Indeed, the ship of Geo Margils, which became known during the Lius alliance as the 'Great Wizard', should have arrived tomorrow.

A poor diplomat (I'm talking about Elizabeth) told me that Margils wants to build a grand alliance against the Dark One that ties the cities of the Lius alliance. At times of need, armies and wizards from other cities will come to your aid with one contact.

It was only natural for the Baron, who hated the army, to welcome him with his hands up. Except, 'You don't want our army, haha!' The diplomat looked troubled when I said it.

Anyway, it's a meeting with that long-awaited wizard. It can't be good to neglect it.

"Oh, then I won't, excuse me -?

"Oops! Aryl, you're not well."

"Yes...... and again! Next time I touch you, I'll kill you, won't I?

When a puffy angry dancer leaves the living room and becomes two chiefs, the guider stuffs up to the Lord.

"Will Master Sillón crawl to Lord Margils' feet and lick his legs to counter Roberto? You think that's gonna change your plans?

"Because I won't go that far"

"I mean, in the first place, the appointment 'Lord Margils will arrive tomorrow' itself, you didn't come either from the Chancellor or from Robald, did you?

It is usual for Robald, the Knight Commander, to manipulate the Baron for the real power of Sylbus. This mansion itself was prepared by Robald to house the Baron in the first place. It is also natural for any information to be restricted.

From maids to cooks, it may be said that all but the guides have Robald's breath on them. Some loyal family ordinances have served their predecessors, but they have also stopped talking to the Baron since their daughter was in an accident for some reason.

"Such a raw pig...... not, how does Mr. Sileon, like a raw mass, get the information outside?

Guider repeated his doubts in wonder. Of course, the Guider himself is in a similar situation with the Baron's entanglement.

"Nguchi... Ugh... Aryl told me."

He grabbed a piece of cake served on a large plate and shoved it into his mouth before the baron answered.

"Yeah? But Aryl must be Robald's chosen performer, right? Aren't you going to pass information on to Master Sileon?

"I don't even know Robald, but he's a detective in the Sylbus Bandit Guild. I'm looking into both Robald and me."

"Yes!? So, then why 'd you give me the extra information?

"You're in love with me."

"I don't mind lying."

"I bought it."

"I see."

Guider finally convinced. I'm just standing with my arms around me, but it's more of a painting. It's also big because it's the baron who's lying next to him.

"By the way, Bek, the gardener, is also a liaison to the Bandit Guild. Sarah, the samurai, seems to have been badly eyed by Robald's nephew, and she's been spreading information over here. Don't sneak up on my family order daughter."

"Oh... I didn't know this guide, Mr. Sileon, had so many information networks."

"I was born in Dada, and I don't want anyone else's complexion. Well, anyway."

Baron Wild Pork showed off a side he didn't even know was a childhood trainer. He tells them the results of the analysis of the information he has collected independently.

The merchant ship on the Gio line will arrive in Sylbus tomorrow if it is to be 'original'. This is not wrong. However, there was information that Khalid, the Great Lakes thief, would attack the merchant ship.

Normally, at this point, Geo wouldn't have arrived in Sylvas forever. But Aryl says, 'Who's the one Bandit Guild executive who took part in the Lake Bandit raid who hasn't returned and hasn't heard from him?'

"That means..."

"I guess Khalid failed. First of all, that's amazing... Robald should know about this story."

"Oh, because he seems a lot closer to the Bandit Guild"

"Robaldo couldn't arrive because Margils was attacked by Khalid, you seemed to think. But Margils is coming. And then what happens?

"What happens?

"Robald would be in a big hurry and ready to entertain Margils. I want you to meet me later and get along with him."

"So, 'I'm not coming tomorrow,' he said. I see."

Guider nodded, paying his forehead.

"So if we keep this up, does Robald mean to meet with Lord Margils first and blow in what there is about Master Sileon (...)? That's not good."

"There is no such thing as

The baron squeaked his nose in a grumpy way - a big, undressed nose - but in fact Robald wouldn't even have to lie about it.

Every day and every night, you devour a meal that is as luxurious as it gets.

Dancers, bards, Tsuji actors, musicians in painting… Anything with a slightly rare art is (especially women) called to the Mansion without saying whether or not to give it a lot of money.

I'm obsessed with paintings that make me nauseous, and I don't get through the bitterness of Chancellor Jorus, and I play around.

The worst part is that we have made extraordinary taxes and distressed the people to buy money and rare art.

"No, mostly because Robald is forcing me. Especially taxation. You don't have that kind of authority on me."

"He seems happy for what he's forced to do."

"At least I have to have fun."

A few months ago. This is what the battle between the Baron and the Knight Commander has been like since the sudden death of the previous Baron.

Robald dares to 'facilitate' his life in order to discredit the Baron's authority, by the way. Calling artists, spending a lot of money on works of art, and all the taxes are 'left to the baron's will'.

Indeed, Sileon was not originally expected to be the heir to the Baron family. Instead, art lovers and women lovers come from the beginning. With that kind of basement, Robald's strategy is definitely hunting down the Baron.

"Master Sileon has been around for a long time, so I'm just being attached."

"Yeah, but! My father died too soon! If I'd known you were gonna die in an accident, I'd have meant it sooner!

"You could have put me before my father and son, Master Sileon."

"Your father... hmm. Well, better than that."

The baron coughed and put his arms behind his back and his chest up. Not at all picturesque.

"Robald's fool is busy with a lot of things. This is my last chance. One shot."

"What are you going to do?

"In the first place, what do you think is the best reason he won't kill me?

"... the shield of Sylvas, is it?

"Exactly."

Silvas shield.

It is a famous treasure in the Leus Alliance, lined with Leusuk's spear, the wand of Lauris. It is said that the founder of the Sorcerer's Guild made it.

The shield of Sylvas, which generations of Barons of Sylvas are supposed to inherit, is, in other words, the dish that Robaldo wants so much that he can get his hands out of his throat. As a matter of fact, taking Sylvas' shield, heir to the Baron from Hi Today, but not. What Robald was more alert about than anything else was the burned baron destroying Sylvas' shield.

Sometimes there is a reluctance to the Prime Minister, who is still neutral, and a temper for the Baron's sister.

"He might try to give Sylvas' shield to Margils if he sucks."

"What, do you want to go that far?

"On the baron's orders, I might follow you. The people of Sylbus are furious, from serfs to knightly nobles. And Margils will resent me for giving him extra monkeys."

"Ha ha. If the Knights Commander is as bad a character as Master Sileon, he might be."

"It's just, well, I have Sylbus's shield. Aryl and the others told Robald to look for them."

The baron laughed proudly.

In fact, Robald had even relied on the Bandit Guild to find where Sylvas' shield was, but he had yet to discover it.

"I understand why Master Sileon won't be killed. In the end, what are we going to do at the last chance?

"You're going out from me and you're going to give Margils Silvas' shield."

"Huh? Are you stupid?

"I'm not stupid. Can a fool live in this environment!?"

It is also by impossibility that the Guider calls the Baron a fool.

When it comes to the Great Wizard Geo Margils, as a great hero or con artist, the visibility was the best. As for its humanity, it has a bad reputation for 'turning unliked humans into pigs and stones' but also for 'extreme color preference and all my men are beautiful women', while 'saints who also have mercy on the barbarians' and 'heroes who exorcise the darkness free of charge' are also extremely highly regarded.

This means that the behavior you expect from that personality can only be described as too lucky.

"Shut up. I gathered all the information I had heard and thought about it. This is the only way."

The baron reached for the large plate that was in the corner of the table, bumping.

A short, thick finger grabbing the baked sweets on top of it grabs the edge of the plate.

"What are you doing?

"So it's a dedication, a dedication!

The baron, who carefully transferred the baked sweets to another plate, lifted the large plate he had grabbed. When cleverly applied decorative cloth is peeled off in a vile...

"Shi, Sylvas shield!?"

"Ha! Afraid of it!

"Your ancestors will come back from the grave and beat you up, won't they?

"I'll complain then. He's not the same person to hit him."

The large plate was regaining its thin circular metal shield appearance. I guess there was some craftsmanship in the fabric, housing so much magic that even two people who are not magicians can see it.

"No, so you don't know what Lord Margils is!? First of all, you can't even step out of this mansion..."

"Well, that's where it is. Don't be a little 'adventure'."

……

The baron had a conceited grin. I meant to. It wasn't picturesque, but it was powerful enough to silence spooky childhood taming.

"Besides. According to my analysis..."

"According to you?

"The guy named Geo Margils is so fucked up..."

The baron continued whispering, as he told a serious secret.

"Good guy."