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

A few minutes before the ship on Gio Margils arrived at the port of Sylbus.

In more detail, late in the night the Baron Sylvas incited the poor and the Knights to riot.

The poor, who turned into thugs, were assembled in the harbor.

Sylbus, which also stops many fishing and merchant boats, is where the harbour is next to the great square in front of the baron's mansion.

The harbor was lit with scorching fire everywhere. An impromptu barricade is built at the entrance to and exit from the city, guarded by workers and the poor armed with sticks and crude spears.

In the center of the squares of the quaint harbor, a man rode on a barrel and shouted.

"We can't stand the Baron Wild Pig tyranny anymore!

It was a tense beauty. Stirred by its voice, the poor surrounding it - no, the mob thrusts up its fists and screams.

"Yes, they do!

"How hard did you do for that guy's extravaganza!

"My son remains taken by the soldiers!

There was fierce anger in the eyes of the wretched men.

In this world (Sedia), indeed, nobles and lords are the privileged class. But that is above the obligation to protect the people from external enemies (mainly the dark ones). There are no people who hate and play battle and admire lords who impose heavy taxes.

Until now, there have been no riots or rebellions, because Chancellor Jorus was only at his disposal to make up the lives of the inhabitants. Sometimes the Baron's sister has a high reputation.

"You can't forgive Baron Wild Pig! Drag him down!

A man with a good voice and face continues to scream. In contrast, one worker heard it aloud.

"But oh! You can't beat the Knights for as much as you want!?"

"Shi about that...... no, we have an explanation from each other!

Soon the beautifully shaped man, who fit in the leader of the mob, got out of the barrel that way. Instead I climbed the barrel......

"What are you?

"Bukubuku, you fat bastard... aren't you one of the barons?!?"

Yes, it was also a natural obese youth to be cursed. It was working-style to look at, but not in the shape of a poor person, no matter how you look at it.

"Chi, no. Sounds good. Oh, I'm a baron's joke, and I'm a pathetic bastard forced to feed a pig every day every day. Ugh. Ugh... it was hard, it was painful..."

"Ooh..."

"Really..."

The young man distorted his slender face even more messily with mud, tears and runny nose, and cleverly nodded and cried on the barrel.

People around them also shut their mouths casually because the condition was too unusual or tragic.

"Ugh. But I noticed. I'll give you that. Good way to get rid of the Baron!

"What!?"

"Wouldn't it be true!?"

The thugs are drawn to the word. They weren't aware. That the young man is the Baron Wild Pork Silver On Sin Silvas...... well anyway...... To the fact that the voice the young man was speaking crying over had reached their ears that sounded so much better and hundreds more than the voice of an earlier beautifully shaped man (who, of course, is a knight's guide).

You heard the rumors, didn't you? Um, about the wizard who defeated the Dark One (demonist) in the city of Lellis and burned down an army of 50,000 Dark Ones (Legions) in Philsand too!

"Master Margirus the Wizard!

"We were talking about the wizard being in Sylbus soon, for sure!

In the vicinity of Sylvas, fame prevailed in Geo's bad reviews and fame. Many believe in fame, if not in power with reason to be vigilant. Some of them would support bad reviews, but they could not speak of it in this stream.

"Yes! That Master Margirus will arrive in Sylvas tomorrow!

"Tomorrow!?"

"So we'll seal off the harbor until tomorrow, and if Master Margils is here, I'll sue the Baron for tyranny directly!

"Right!

You don't have to fight the Knights or the Guards directly, just ask the 'heroes' who are coming.

It seemed too fascinating an idea for the heads of the poor, exhausted by the frenzy from day to day, expensive in the midst of the night and inflamed with skillful agitation.

A mob that was raging with anger and desire, a corner of the harbor that became a rapidly built soldier given a goal.

In a small room in an old warehouse, a mob leader, a guide, was tightening Baron Sylbus's throat.

"What do you mean, Master Sileon?

"Come on, come on!

"Can you explain something to me, please? Why didn't I tell you to take down Master Sileon?

"Ugo! Welcome! Ho, ho, ho."

"Hey, come on!

"Oh, excuse me"

Dropping the baron on the floor, who was on the verge of suffocation, Guider saw the woman who had been speaking. It was Aryl the dancer. He wears a typical town daughter dress.

"Whoa, whoa! I almost got strangled by an escort!

"That was a shame. Besides, I've been looking into it as promised."

Promise. Baron Sylvas had one request for Aryl, a Bandit Guild spy, before he came out.

"Robald's going to use your house order to work small. Your daughter-in-law is in the Knights' mansion right now."

"I knew it, damn it. I'm sorry."

A request to Aryl was to explore Robald's trends after the Baron escaped. Originally, it was easy to find Aryl, a secret detective loaned from the Bandit Guild to the Baron.

According to Aryl, Robald is holding his daughter hostage and threatening a family order. On the occasion of the Baron's meeting with Geo, the plan was to have the family decree attack Geo.

"Rumor has it, Margils peeks into people's minds and manipulates them... if that's the case, it's a pointless plan"

"It's a rumor. What's really going on here?

"That's right! I was just running away from the poor, why is this happening!?"

Towards the stuffed knight and the secret detective, the baron said against his chest in vain and great.

"Well, that's what it's all about! Hey!?"

"What are you doing?"

Aryl set a stunning straight punch on the face of the baron. Guider blames it with a very flat voice.

"No, it was a coincidence until the poor and the knights bumped into each other and made a scene, but then we worked out a proper plan!

"... well, say it"

Stroke the beaten red cheeks, laughing at 'Fuhihi' or something. After being stared at by Aryl with great eyes, the baron began to speak.

"If the noise gets so loud, there's nothing more we can do. I decided to use it. Anyway, you're pretty close to the original goal of seeing Margils before Robald does, right?

Indeed, the port, which the Knights would have been strictly alert to if it had been that day, is now under the control of the mob - that is, the Baron.

"We know Margils is coming, so Robald can't kill all the poor people, can he?

"Well, I guess so."

"Come on, I'll be in Margils first thing tomorrow, and I'll smack you with something evil about Robaldo (...)! That's the best story I've ever heard about my family order daughter."

"So, what happens?

"I don't know. Margils will do something about it. Whatever. He's a good guy."

……

The knight and the secret detective sighed face-to-face like they were exhausted.

So I didn't notice the word the Baron whines in your mouth a little.

"If I had to, I'd pig Robald's fool on the road."

When the baron subordinate (and the undercover detective) is in dangerous consultation.

Even Chancellor Jorus's mansion in the centre of Sylbus had men and women to discuss seriously.

"What is a riot at a time like this... and the Baron is missing..."

A good old man with a gray-haired head, Chancellor Jorus, the man.

"You've got a problem with her, too."

The woman sitting on the couch opposite Jorus is Filine Silvas. He is the fruitful sister of Baron Sylvas, who turns thirty this year. Warm looking beauty, but slightly plumper than average. The people of Sylvas are familiar to me as beauties full of charity.

Filine lived not in the baron's mansion, but in the prime minister's mansion in the name of bride training. Of course, it is the offer of Robaldo, the Knight Commander, who wants to sharpen some power from the Baron.

"I didn't know you were blocking the harbor when you said you would see Lord Margils tomorrow. Lord Robald won't move and... should we use soldiers to eliminate them?

"No. That would be a bad idea. Now we need to keep the public safe so the upset doesn't spread out of the Glades."

The prime minister asked Filine with a smiling face. Philinee answers it gently, but resolutely.

It was a sight that only the baroness, who worked in sewing and music without any attempt to engage in politics and sometimes encouraged service, could imagine.

"But as it is, the baron is in danger..."

"Don't worry about it. That kid's awfully smart to see. I usually skip, so I need you to be desperate at times like this."

Only when we were alone was Filinee advising the Chancellor with that remarkable brainchild. The Chancellor is not incompetent, of course, but it is in fact Philinese's feat that Sylvaz's economy and security have not been broken until now.

Even the Dark Elves, who had infiltrated Sylbus and exposed the shame of the Baron and the Knights, could not find out so far.

"If Lord Robald was prepared enough to take advantage of this uprising to eliminate the Baron family... with that child, it would be somewhat unnecessary to raise this body to the execution bench. Perhaps not."

"Damn, I won't forgive you for putting on old bones!

"... Whatever this happens, whoever is forced to move just spreads the wound extra. Everything..."

At this time, the same words were leaking out of my sister's and brother's mouths.

"Depends on the wizard".