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

Somehow, the Lyus Grand Conference adjourned.

The speech without the script really got my liver cold, but with the first favor I'm wiping cold sweat. Honestly, it's probably the most nervous thing I've ever done. No, really, after the speech, it's about to go in.

At the end of the meeting, there were also brief speeches by the guests, Viscount Paulinen of the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal) and Dimat diplomat of the Kingdom of the West (Reinddal), fortunately to the extent of unobstructed congratulations.

I was so tired as far as I was concerned that I wanted to pull into a completely tame hotel... but soon afterwards, a grand banquet started using the large hall of the same command. Outside the command, the gathered crowd is still breasting the festivities of drinking and singing.

It's a feast in the form of a standing party, but I didn't have time to enjoy eating and drinking. Whatever it is, the towns of Leus will gather one after the other.

Crawla beside me, Reyja holding me back behind my back, but basically their opponents I have to.

"Ugh... Dear Margils... Me, me... I'm already full of breasts... It's wonderful."

"I agree."

Queen Raitier, a blonde beauty in an abbreviated crown and traditional dress. They can't stop me from overflowing with tears. Commander Sodern in military uniform nodding next door. It's a harsh look that I don't think I feel the same way, but it snorts one deep into Laytier's praise for me.

"That was a brilliant speech. I have to apprentice, too."

Baroness Filine was also smiling, but her eyes were red.

"Me too, I was heartbroken. Think about it...... maybe all of us Lewis people wanted someone to say oh (...) You worked hard, and the dead didn't die in vain."

Even the brilliant whitebearded Browse review chairman has a smudging, distant eye.

"... if you can feel it that far, most importantly. I just stated what I always thought..."

Truly, if my words have been any consolation or encouragement to them, this is the main expectation. Thanks for being too effective, though I have trouble overrating a human being named me.... No, I'm going to have to do this as a king, not if I'm in trouble.

"Tomorrow, let's start examining how we can work with your country as an alliance against the Dark."

"I will consider it within the Alliance so that I can provide financial assistance to the Alliance against the Dark"

"... um. Regards."

Sodern and Browse came back to reality as soon as possible. Especially what Sodern says, how do you actually work with countries to prepare for the dark? The creation of a mechanism is very important. Essentially, we'll be renting the intelligence liaison networks that the good militia have, but there's a pile of things to do to secure personnel and costs, make rules, etc.

"You're a complete Lewis hero at some point."

"Damn, you seem good at poking people's weaknesses in the heart."

The next ones that came were helidor and perry shra. It was the magicians of the Lewis Alliance.

"Lord Margils, are the former magicians well equipped with golem making skills?

"Since when do you help me study eutectic techniques?

Blonde all-back sturdy and brunette semi-long eyewear beauty talks with momentum pushing each other. We don't seem to get along very well. Well, consultation with them is definitely important too.

"... oh, about that"

"Say hello?

Crawla blocked me from trying to answer in turn to the two leading magicians of Leus. Stand forward as if to shelter me.

"Those practical stories aren't meant to be at the banquet table, are they? Your Majesty (...) is still scheduled to stay here for a few days, so we will discuss this individually at a later date."

……

Helidor and Perryshra were in the eye of Crawla, and I was stunned for a moment by the way they called me unfamiliar with my ears. But maybe Crawla cares about me.

"Right...... Everybody's been busy till today. You two will be tired. Let's get some rest tonight."

"Well... if that's what you say"

"See you later"

Helidor honestly, Perryshra glanced at the crawler for a bit before pulling back. I'm relieved, to be honest.

"Hmm. Sorry, Crawler"

The wave of people to me that was hiccups stopped for a little while, and I speak to her.

"... you must be the one most tired. Let's get out of here."

"That's a good one."

Crawla and Laiha seemed seriously worried, too. Would you look so tired? Elizabeth and Crawler, who have been negotiating in the field, must be more tired.

"... No, I'm sorry, but I have to deal with two more pairs of customers."

I had noticed two men coming this way, led by Elizabeth.

A gentleman in a western-style, well-dressed courtesy, Mr. Dimat, Foreign Secretary of the Kingdom of the West (Rainddal), and Viscount Paulinen of the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal) in a loosely decorated robe of Northern-style.

"It's an honor to meet you. King Zitheias, Dear Margils. On behalf of the Kingdom of the West (Rainddal), I would like to congratulate you on the birth of the Land of Zitheias"

I don't know what a courtesy it is, but it was Dimat who bowed respectfully first. Paulinen stands slightly back and poking.

"Thank you, Foreign Secretary. The kingdom of the West (Rainddal) is blessed with the protection of the goddess of winter."

Unobvious reply. Around here, I get lectures from Elizabeth and the others beforehand. Anyway, how does the kingdom of the West (Rainddal) see me or Zytheas? I can't tell you what I did inadvertently without exploring the area.

"Our head of state has been very impressed to hear about the work of Master Margils. Anyway, I'd like to say hello to whoever's in the right position, but how about that?

"Ho."

I was hoping we'd have to do some more belly searching around, but that's a lot more straightforward. Or is this some kind of hook, too? Hilariously, she smiled small as she turned to Elizabeth standing next to Paulinen.

"... of course, you're welcome. I just want you to talk to this diplomat in advance about the details. Small countries need to be prepared to entertain guests."

"Be modest. But thank you. Lord Elizabeth would be happy to discuss it with you."

How honest a bureaucrat, Dimat diplomat in the atmosphere bowed politely again. That was a bow at the exact same angle just now.

"... this is my personal opinion"

"Mm?"

I thought I'd just walk away, and Dimat whispers, one step closer to the other.

"I know how much you appreciate your friendship with our country. However… the border between our country and the north is now in a state of tension. One of His Majesty's moves can break that tension, so... Yume, may you be cautious"

"... diplomat, it's..."

I had somehow heard of the poor relationship between the Kingdom of the West (Rainddal) and the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal). What about his remarks now, as a Western diplomat? Dimat whispered to me again, trying to ask me by accident.

"His Majesty's speech had just the power to make me say this. That's all."

……

With me flashing on my ass, the diplomat just walked away. Isn't that a little too much lifting? I figured it might be a trap.

"No, Lord Margils. That was a pretty great speech."

I'm afraid so.

Compared to Foreign Secretary Dimat, who cohabited his steadfastness and honesty, it was Viscount Paulinen who had a truly unfortunate attitude. It seems that Elizabeth was well distracted, and the conversation with Dimat is not in my ear at all. Maybe I wasn't even interested in it originally.

"Sileon, I know you and Miss Elizabeth have spoken to me, but in the future, we will also 'cooperate' with you on the operation of the Holy Tree."

"Oh, you seem like it. The details will be discussed again... but if you bring back a letter from me, the Hordes will be impressed."

"I bet you are! Ha ha, no, now it's about the kingdom of the north (Schrendal) and the Lewis alliance, and it's about peace of mind with Zytheas."

I have no idea what makes me feel safe.

I also have no idea what Sileon talked about against Paulinen. But there was a report. In short, he just convinced the contents of 'If you want to use the sacred tree, put your muscles through the Commission and Margirus' in his ear-friendly language. Paulinen conveniently interprets the term 'cooperation' to himself, but that's because Sileon deliberately induced him to misunderstand.

The contents of the Letter are also "Regards. I only wrote about 'Let's discuss a lot of things'.

If Paulinen had been told to win the Holy Tree's rights as a mission, the Great Failure would be a good place. He was originally just a greeting officer, so he wouldn't be pissed off just because he brought this letter back. Maybe.

"Ha... you sure are tired"

Paulinen has been bragging about the situation in the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal) and elsewhere for some time since then before finally dispersing. I am now leaving the banquet hall to be dragged by Crawla and Reykha and returning to my private room at the reception hall.

"But I thought the kingdom of the North (Schrendal) was a more graceful country."

"It's graceful. Just saying that there are many parts that aren't."

I shrugged on the big couch. Crawla is sitting on the side a little further away, and Laiha is preparing tea for us with Mora and the others.

"Talk to the good folk army and the sorcerer's guild a lot from tomorrow... I guess we should go west or north as soon as possible. Oh, there's also the" Dusk Wilderness "thing..."

While rubbing his temples, his hand touched the soft one as he confirmed what he had to do, which never diminished.

"... Margirus"

"Hey, what?

Soon, Crawla, who had been packing her time, had wrapped my hands around it with both hands. Unexpectedly, my heart rang loudly. Well, don't ring it.

"We're in a hurry. Even though you built a country, you haven't even returned to it yet? First, we need to take this winter to get Ziteias itself in order."

"... I guess so"

"Geo"

The pressure in Crawler's hand intensified slightly. How to be called more concerned than 'Your Majesty'.

"Why don't you look at yourself when you know so much about people's minds?

"Is that it? I have no idea what people's hearts are like."

I wonder, for example, how Crawla feels now moisturizing her blue eyes and staring at me.

"No. You can always say what I (I) would most like to hear... cunning"

……

Yep... Even Crawla, a super celebrity career woman in this world (Cedia), is that so? 'I wanted someone to compliment me,' as the Browse Review Speaker said earlier?... well... maybe so. Even she's only twenty. There she is. So, I've been training magicians and living adventurers since I was a kid, and I keep fighting.

It's disgusting. It's kind of amazing, the crawler's starting to look healthy.

"Please, don't love yourself. You're no longer the King, are you?

Crawla put my hand on her white cheek and said in an uncut voice.

The sincere voice and words naturally stained my heart. Meanwhile, the feeling of my, muscle-floating, middle-aged man's hand hitting Crawla's smooth cheek. I even feel blasphemous somehow, and I tremble my spine.

"It's an honor to have you say that much."

"... already! Do not tear it up!... Huh."

"Wow."

Crawla gently clung to my finger joint. The soft lips, tongue and a touch of a slightly cold saliva strike the brain directly by the time it's vibrant. Hey, that's too irregular.

"Wow, okay! Rest, rest enough! You're paid, let's get paid!

"Geez."

Fearing that I would be tired and unreasonable, I shouted and my hands pulled in.

"... well"

Surprised by my voice, Crawla opened her eyes.... it feels like you've returned it to sanity.

"Wow, wow."

"Wah?"

"What I did!?"

Crawla stood up with the momentum to kick down the couch. Her face is bright red. I might have been something similar.

"Fine, forget about that one now! No, it's good to remember that you're resting!

"Right. That sounds good."

I nodded seriously. Other than that, how can you react?