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

On the day of the Lyus Grand Conference. City of Ryushuk, the venue for this year.

Typically, the day of the Great Conference is considered a holiday and many people from all over the Lius Alliance visit the venue. Free meals and drinks are provided by guilds and temples, and entertainers from all over gather to enjoy singing and dancing in the square dressed in sunshine. The Great Conference itself lasts from afternoon to sunset, and the results of the Conference are immediately communicated to the people by the Proclamationer. If this content was an eye-catching story (for example, a tax drop), people's tensions would naturally be even higher.

So, if so, this year.

The city of Ryushuk had the best boost in the last decade. Even in the streets of the artisanal district, people dressed in the morning rush to temples, squares and other staging grounds.

"Mother! Come on, come on!

"Yes, sir."

A little boy pulls his mother's hand. My face is bright red with excitement and joy. The face of the mother, who shows her taste and tries to walk slowly, is also filled with laughter.

"If you don't hurry up, you'll lose 'Sacred Medicine Tea'!

"It's all right, I've got plenty to offer," the guild chief said before.

One of the aims of the people was the free distribution of what the boy called 'sacred medicine tea'. It is tea extracted from the leaves of the sacred tree. The effect of the magic contained in the leaves acting has been demonstrated to increase the resilience of the human body, a tremendous value that is said to be 'one drink and a year will be disease-free'. Of course, it has been an illusion tea since the War of Loss.

"And Princess Latia is so sweet! I can't believe you drank as many cups of holy medicine tea as you want for free!

"It's true that not only have we recaptured the abandoned capital, but the 'Mother of Mercy of Lauris' is back. It's really a dream story."

A couple of neighbors walking alongside their mothers and children were also rarely in a good mood. To that couple's conversation, a boy puts in a penetration.

"Lady Laetitia, too, but Lady Margils is obnoxious!

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Master Margils. The great magician was true."

"I can't believe there's such a big hero here. The Creator didn't abandon us."

"No, no! Master Margils is a wizard! He's more amazing than a magician!

Even at a young age, the boy who usually works mixed with adults in his father's workplace heard quite a few public rumors as well. The unpleasant atmosphere that had drifted from birth to not only Ryushuk, but throughout the world, was blown away by the 'Wizard' … it was perhaps a child like him who felt it most strongly.

Square dotted in the city of Lyushuk.

The city has always been a busy place to stand, but today the digits of noise were different. Many people flock to holy medicine tea and tents set up temporarily in search of behavioral liquor.

"Don't push! Still got booze and holy medicine tea left!

"Oh, I'm interrupting!

Good militia soldiers who wither their voices, strain their bodies and organize the traffic of the crowd. On their faces too, there is more excitement and joy than usual majesty.

"Oh, shit. I wanted to take part in the recapture, too."

"Totally."

Among the nearly 10,000 good militias, only some of the elites took part in the recapture. The young soldiers slap each other lightly while working seriously.

"Shizuku, Master Margirus is amazing. It's like the Allied Coalition took back Lauris by yourself, isn't it?

"Oh, you can't do that with all the sorcerers in the Sorcerer Guild."

"You guys, do it seriously!

The two helmets were poked by an elderly boss.

"Master Margils is certainly a hero, but he won't align these people so they don't get hurt right now!

"Ha, ha. Excuse me."

An inn overlooking the boulevard full of singing, cheering and cheerful music. It is a large room rented out by a row of "sweet pedestrians from the city of Soleil".

The middle-aged man named Judd swallowed the free 'Holy Medicine Tea' he had been sourcing from the square.

"Delicious... or what? I don't know what it tastes like, but I'm pretty sure it looks good for you."

"Right......"

There were several other people in the room, Judd's men. Likewise, everyone has a cup with holy medicine tea. Their expressions, unlike most people in Ryushuk, are troubling.

"They can't pick leaves like this anymore from the sacred trees they manage at the Mage Guild headquarters."

"No, it's not like they can't pick it. There are too few of them, and only nobles and the rich get them."

To Judd's whining, a youngster of his men answered.

"In the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), a secret medicine (potion) with a single leaf of sacred trees is more than a thousand gold coins. That's what free distribution is all about today…"

"From Lauris, thanks to his support so far, he's offering hundreds of leaves to all the forces of the Lius Alliance."

"Well, that's a good story for the economy. The economy is too good to be cold."

Judd clapped his neck.

As a matter of fact, he is a secret detective under the authority of a person who is prime minister in the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal). Since the Philsand defense, information about the wizard Geo Margils has been collected and sent under the Chancellor.

However, it was only a few days before they learned of the success of the recapture of Lauris and the resurrection of the sacred tree. Exactly, that information hasn't reached the north yet.

"I wonder what the Admiral will do with the Royal Family, the Sorcerer's Guild, and the Congregation for the Horses, if he finds out."

"... would undoubtedly move to deprive the Holy Tree of its rights. If that happens..."

"It sucks."

"The history of the North ends......"

My men also blur their faces to the analysis of Chancellor Marul's trusted, undercover detective. If the Lewis Alliance is just a stopover for the city state, then nothing is wrong. A kingdom of the North (Schrendal) with dozens of times the power of the nation would eventually take everything and become 'peace'. Even at worst, it's enough to be a dispute with around the Western kingdom (Rainddal).

But.

"In case you piss off that wizard..."

"A meteorite descends on the king's capital..."

Yes, the Luus Alliance is not a helpless small force or anything.

There are countless meteorites descending from heaven, tornadoes, and the Great Wizard manipulating dragons and armies of giants.

"In the meantime, when I see the outcome of the Great Conference, I'll be back in a big hurry. This information must be conveyed with the horror of a man named Geo Margils."

"... right? It's just... there's one northern nobleman attending the Great Conference today, isn't there? Will he be all right..."

……

My youngster said anxiously. Judd accidentally shuts up, too.

Typically, on the occasion of the Lyus Great Conference, the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal) and the Kingdom of the West (Rainddal) are liturgically attended by messengers from both sides. From the North, it is a union of small and medium-sized nobles within the kingdom and a lesson in sending messengers from the 'Conference of the Hordes', which also has economic ties with the Lius Alliance.

The Prime Minister and the Council of the Hordes served by Judd are politically a good relationship to rivals, but the price is too great if that 'messenger' is deflowered this time (...).

"Surely this year's messenger was Viscount Paulinen.... because that man is an asshole for sure..."

Judd remembered the figure of a gorgeous dressed good man and sneered. As a matter of fact, attendance at the Lyus Grand Conference is not given any importance within the Conference of the Horsemen. It is merely a liturgical role. However, because it is participation in important events in other countries, it is well used for foiling young aristocrats, etc.

"I thought the Count of France would keep me down. Well, whatever it takes... I don't think I'm going to say anything weird to that wizard..."

"Yes, Captain!

My men screamed as they jumped in the momentum to kick through the big room door. An unpleasant sweat floats in Judd's spine.

"Po, the Paulinen bastard!

In the afternoon, the holding of the Leus Grand Conference was declared for the whole city.

The excitement of those gathered in the Great Square in front of the Good Civil Army Command, the venue, is growing. Just among them existed a human being who watched the conference go by with a quiet heart.

"Grandma, booze! Pour me more and more!

"Okay, okay. Don't drink too much."

The lord of snacks and booze stalls did it by pouring a pale and specialty homemade cocktail on a bright red-faced young man. All accounting on this day is with the good militia.

"... I didn't expect to have a day like this"

People dancing and singing with pleasure, the results of one conference after another.

The Lord of the Street will be over fifty staring at such disturbances. My left arm is a prosthetic arm and my right leg is also dragging. He is a former good militia soldier.

"Captain Ifri. Gufka, Jims... I hope you guys are alive too..."

A long time ago, the face of a companion scattered unbroken in the battle against the Dark One appears in the eyes of the Lord. The Lord secretly sighed as he handily handed out cocktails and fries to the young men who would order Hina Bird's regards.

"Or, Margils... if you would come sooner..."

When the day was about to tilt. In front of a luxury inn prepared by the good folk army for 'Friends of the North'.

Exactly. People around here enjoyed this festival somewhat elegantly. There was a suspicious step of watching such people from the shadows to the exit of the inn.

"... the Viscount hasn't come out yet? The meeting has already begun."

"Well, the northern and western messenger's mouth is the last one..."

Yes, the luxury inn is the inn of Viscount Paulinen, a messenger from the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal) 'Council of the Horses', and it is the Prime Minister's secret detective captain, Judd and his men who watch over it.

I've been watching for a while now, but Viscount Paulinen has no sign of leaving for the venue. Conversely, dancers and clowns walked into the inn, but whatever it takes, you won't be forgetting the assignment. No, it's better that you're forgetting me...

"And is a bastard named Paulinen sane? Even though you don't have that authority, you demand at the Lewis Grand Congress that 'the ownership of the sacred tree be handed over to the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal)'"

My men said it in a tone they didn't even believe in. But that's the content of an urgent communication from Judd's men who let him infiltrate Viscount Paulinen's line just in case.

It is of such a character as to condense the bad parts of the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal) aristocracy that I am impatient, arrogant and short-circuited, besides the fact that Viscount Paulinen, who is straining in vain this time with his first official mission, is rampant in search of the formula: 'I have obtained the rights of the Holy Tree in sole bargaining'.

"The vicinity of the Viscount seems similar. The greed at hand completely freaks me out.... worst case scenario, 'end it' but stop it."

Judd declared himself ready to die. I'm going to risk my life wiping the butt of a fool who's in this Ryushuk and can't understand the horrors of the 'Wizard' when I hear that information up close.

"So, but. Didn't that Margirus guy seem pretty sweet? Even if Viscount Paulinen is somewhat unscrupulous, he may laugh and forgive..."

"I don't know. That's a bet... Ah?

The exit of the inn has become noisy.

As Judd and his men stare sharply into their eyes, the aristocrats and their surrounding men in luxurious costumes represent themselves. Plus.

"There you go! That's Viscount Pawnellin! Sasupori!"

"Ha ha. I've never met a more delightful man than you."

……

Next to Viscount Paulinen who came out of the inn...... a blonde good man...... there was a whole fat little man. Little beautiful figure, but a big nose and good swollen cheeks and good...

"Who, that pig?

"No, seriously, if you're Viscount Paulinen, we're going to have a future meeting of the Marquis, no, the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), not yet! It's safe to entrust the whole continent!

"You praise me too much for anything."

What is going on? Little guy...... (well, it's sill on) was totally catching Paulinen's heart. The clown who entered the inn earlier in front of Judd's men is in his disguise. Aryl, the bandit daughter who accompanied her as an escort and assistant, was a laid-back face, still in the dancer's costume.

"It's because you're such a mightiest invincible Paulinen, and so is our Margils, and I want to talk to you carefully later, whoa, I'll do something about it!

"Mm-hmm. I will increase my strength in the future even at the Council of the Hordes. [M] Margirus is smart enough to be with me right now."

"No, no, no. You're no match for Master Poly! That's why at this meeting, Master Poly is Dawn! And set it up! Talk to Master Margils later by turning in your beautiful lady!

"All right, all right. Sure, all of a sudden, the fools will just rebel."

…………

A little man who talks out loud, as if he were letting us hear it here, about having mastered the actions of Viscount Paulinen. Even as he and the Viscount line try to get into the luxurious carriage, Judd and the others will have to look at each other flatly.

"You saw that? Did you hear that?

There was a husky woman's voice from the darkness behind it while Judd and the others hid in the building. I look back stunned, but even their eyes, forged out, could not see the darkness.

"Master Margils is not going to argue with the North or the West, he says.... but you... no."

The voice of one of the Prime Minister's secret services, the woman who did not even enlighten him of the signs, only irritated him for a moment.

"After this, Lady Margils will deliver a speech to all citizens, as well as to all nations. Pass the word, the will, to your Lord."

"Wah... ok... ok..."

Judd and his men shook their heads violently up and down, messed up by relief and awe.