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

A few days after the outing ceremony.

On the north bank of Lake Lewis, on the outskirts of Sylbus, the territorial capital.

The 'Lewis Allies' were assembling. There are about two thousand soldiers, knights, mercenaries, warriors, dwarves, and prostitutes. It is a group that reaches three thousand if it also includes transport units, therapists, service clerics, merchants, etc. carrying food and fuel.

It was the first sight in a decade since The War of Loss.

Joining them in Sylbus, the closest city to the abandoned capital of Lauris, they had lined up and started marching.

It is a force of so many people, but also a dozen, that it has a great deal of difficulty just walking towards its destination.

What's the order in which you start moving? What about the line and the route? Which unit will be in charge of reconnaissance? How to communicate reconnaissance results? Do you have a break sometime?

Had it not been for the good folk army elite accustomed to the expedition, especially the skilled officers with excellent information transmission and integration, to work as nerves throughout the Allies, there would have been a huge problem.

"Reports from the advance troops indicate that there was no sign of a demon or warcraft on the planned march route"

Central part of a long long army line.

There were some troops across the military horse. Sodern, commander-in-chief of the Allies, and his men.

Sodern, who pulls out and manipulates a fierce military horse among his troops, had received reports from reconnaissance forces. It was Solas who went next to Sodern who raised the report.

"Uhm.... Looks like day one is going to go as far as planned with this minute"

Sodern shrugs without loosening his deeply wrinkled carved face. In addition to swords and spears, steel canes are also anchored to horse saddles.

"And it's spectacular"

Solas, commander of the Second Instant Battalion and the only real child left by Sodern, squeaked smugly. At the end of his gaze, he marches (sort of) neatly, with a variety of mixed armies, both equipped and coming from.

He had not yet been in action in The War of Loss, and he had never seen an army like this.

"Again, I didn't expect to be seen."

It's the second sight for Sodern. But the first time I saw it was to intercept Legion of Darkness (Legion) approaching Lewis, that is, just an army to survive. I'm going to despise that, of course not. I don't.

"But it doesn't make any sense then"

"Really?

"Lord Margils said it at the outing, didn't he?

Seeing his son listening back with an honest face, Sodern thought to himself, 'We need to do a little more politically oriented talking from now on.'

"This means it's an attack, not a defense. For the first time, humans united to defeat the Dark One. He's right, if you succeed, this battle will be in history."

"Ooh..."

Sodern did not speak of 'the most failed will remain'.

I can't tell my son. I still have the truth.

"Has Lord Margils accomplished what I have not been able to do in less than a year?"

Sodern's life was in the first half a civil unrest that began to aspire to independence from the Kingdom of Lewis, and in the second half a battle against the dark to defend the Lewis alliance. I've been waving my sword on the battlefield for nearly fifty years now. Even losing my son, who had three, in two fights.

Neither that nor this was to protect the will left by my father, who stood up to the oppression of the kingdom of Lewis, that thou shalt protect the people of Lewis.

We were desperate to build a good militia and build a defensive network around Ryushuk. It was ironic, however, that the temporary stability gained in that way would form the basis for the passive theory that 'there is no need to bother attacking the darkness that is grossly engulfing the abandoned capital'.

Fifteen years ago, the atmosphere had grown stronger since the Knights of Calvinella had dared and suffered devastating damage from a single, reckless operation (an example alle of recapturing a fortress swallowed by the undead).

The refugees are no longer the only ones who really want Lauris back... that's what everyone should have thought.

"Why did Lord Margils think he could do this? Regardless of the city of Lewis, you can even follow the warriors, the barbarians of the East, and the Dark Elves to the Dwarves...... Sure, though his magic and his powers are mythical. Would I have acted like him if I had that power... '

Sodern rubbed one knee as he was rocked by a military horse. He was crushed to death with a giant ghost stick, but he picked up his life at the price of this painful knee.

"Excellent. Father... no, it's a gift of the Commander's previous dedication."

"What?"

To Sodern, who was silent in his worries, Solas said. Sodern frowns and looks at his son. Solas' expression was proud.

"We have this sight now because fathers and seniors have defended the Lius Alliance to this day. We are all proud of our good militia soldiers."

……

Sodern stared forward.

In the distance, we see the warring clans of alien armor marching following the Calvinella Knights of old-fashioned armor.

In Solas' eyes, there were no social dictionaries or consolation colors. The father thinks about his son, who sees the same sight, feeling the opposite of himself.

"I mean, I only saw the past"

"What?"

Solas was looking at the future. It's not just a desire, it's the past, the present and the flow that follows, I guess.

The past is part of the future. I guess Solas knew that by intuition.

"Maybe Lord Margils."

"What is it, Commander?

Sodern turned his gaze again to Solas, who tilted his neck with a straight face. Now, hang tight.

"Instruct the scout team. Just in case, he's trying to defeat the perimeter of the planned camp site. You'll be ahead of the Second Instant Battalion to make sure you're safe.... Morale will loosen as soon as we become role models. Move tight."

"Ha!"

Solas left a brilliant salute and let the military horse run.

Solas' military horse saddle is secured with a long spear with a tight seal. It is Leus' secret treasure "Leusuk's Spear", lined up in "The Wand of Lauris" and "The Shield of Sylvas".

"I was a little worried about whether it would be really good for him to have it..."

My son's back, who was looking at something invisible to his cloudy eyes. Sodern loosened his mouth just a little while dropping it off.

"But the future"

Her mouth, covered in stunning white beards, tightened quickly. Because when I looked ahead to this fight, I could still see more than my son.

"When the Luus Alliance unites in a true sense. Would the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), the Kingdom of the West (Rainddal) fulfill and remain silent?

Sometimes the 'Mother of Mercy of Lauris' has been revived, which would create a tremendous economic effect.

What kind of intervention will the two great powers, extending north and west of Leus, take......

"Not yet, leave it to the young."

Sodern fisted lightly at his aching knee.

Behind a long line of troops, countless wagons continued. I have loads of food and fuel in the mountains.

It's just supplies for three thousand people to spend ten days. Without funding from cities and forces all over Lewis, we would be very unprepared for this. If the Raulis recapture is prolonged, we need to add more.

In preparation for this long walk, the Allies had also admitted to accompanying the merchants. They allow soldiers to purchase non-military preferences and supplies personally.

Some caravans were dispatched by well-known trading merchants, while others appeared to be pedestrians who would participate with single baggage.

"Hey, it's a specialty dried grape from the city of Soleil. You're gonna be fine."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

A middle-aged merchant seemed to close a deal with a warrior of the warring clan.

The Battlemen who left the line called out when they noticed a wagon with a sweet taste.

The merchant is cleverly responding to orders while walking side by side in the carriage.

"I'm surprised. I didn't know we were going to start recapturing Lauris together until that warring clan..."

"Sort of."

A lower man spoke to the merchant as he escorted the warriors of the warring tribe back to the army line in a hurry. The merchant stares forward with a slight glance at his warm face.

"I don't know what Margils is thinking right now."

"Don't you want to be King of Lewis?

The merchant nods vaguely to the analysis of his youngest son. There were quite a few people who looked at it that way.

"I don't think that's all.... My general's lost, too."

"The Admiral? Well."

The youngest man was stunned.

'Admiral', in fact, refers to the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), Marul Minis Entis. The identity of the merchant was that of Prime Minister Marul's undercover detective.

He had previously informed Maloul that Margils had destroyed an army of demons (Legion) in Philsand.

Prime Minister Marul is also known and feared to be 'fiercely poisoned' in the kingdom of the North (Shrendal), where countless powerful men wage ugly power struggles. Margirus is the most important surveillance subject who has said, "It is good to deal with the Council of the Hordes and the Lord of the Virtues later."

"I hear the Count of France is about to make contact with the flourishing, too."

"So are the people of the West. Whatever this battle may be... Sedia will be..."

The skilled spy looked up at the day he was about to lean. Noisy, the black clouds are starting to take hold.

- It's gonna be rough.