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

Mass production golem number one, "Godder," you have successfully completed the operation test. There was a little happening, but let's just say we had an endurance test too. Shortly after that, Daya sat Log and Ter in the front and said, 'The boys! This is why the boys!' It was kind of funny to see him rarely out of a butch (although I know how it feels for the two boys).

The three students who made sure Godder was safe motivated me even more. Immediately, work is under way on the manufacture of Unit II and Unit III. I already found out they were the only ones who had any problems, so me and Crawla left the alchemist behind.

It's a good opportunity, so I want to check on what's going on in the castle.

On the contrary, I wanted to give the students a break or something as a reward, but they rejected me themselves. At that rate, about ten moving stone statues (stone golems) will be completed by spring.

"It's painful to think I'm exploiting it from a child..."

"Don't exploit it, but it's a legitimate right of the king to take over the servant."

"Yep... I'm pulling..."

"And those kids are saving themselves from the past.... Me too."

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The logs had been trained as magicians at the expense of their health to avenge the dark. That's why I'm not convinced by the inhumane treatment I was receiving at that training facility. Does that mean you want to transform that past into something that makes sense by immersing yourself in your current job?... Speaking of which, I thought I was talking like that before.

"You too. Then at least let's keep an eye on what we can't just do."

"That would be nice."

Crawla leaned down a little and was still smiling. She must have felt a loss for the sorcerers' tragic past all along. That's why he was so much happier than I was when he saw those bright smiles on the logs.

As I stare at the side with my worries in my grin, my voice in my heart inadvertently leaks out.

"... really, you're a good girl"

"Right. People who will support this country in the future."

"Mmm!?"

"What?"

Crawla blinked her eyes in surprise. Shit. It's another sermon course if you find yourself calling me a good 'kid'.

"Kids? Kids, aren't they?

"Yeah, right. Logs, tells and daya are all good kids, yeah!

As I rushed to deceive myself, I came to a newly built inn. When it comes to information-gathering, the first thing you need is a place to stay or a tavern and the market. The Inn is a splendid three-story building combining stones and trees, with the sign "Sasha Wolf Pavilion". You look good, but what do you mean?

"Dear Mr. Mammalgirth!?"

"Your Majesty!

"Ho, a real wizard!?"

The ground floor part of the inn is turned into a liquor store (otherwise). Stepping into the store, centered around the example 'Unquenchable Flame' fireplace, the guests raised their dismay. The guests are merchants and part-time soldiers who have come to Zitheias for trade, but there is a fuss about standing up and saluting or kneeling the other way around.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I just stopped by for a break. I don't care. I want you to have fun."

"This, Your Majesty! Welcome aboard."

As I managed to forgive them, a general jumped out of the back. Beauty with long chestnut hair. It is Royce who made me Sedham's wife and made me the owner of the inn.

Me and Crawla were promptly led to a private room in the back. I wanted to see what was going on in the store a little bit, but I can't help but think about it because it's in the way of sales. Well, it seems to be thriving enough, above all. That's all, because a country called Zytheas is acting as a major traffic shock.

"I just got some good liquor from the East Side from Phil Sandwich."

"Oh, no, I'm still good with booze. Can I get you some tea?

"Now let's serve Amer tea that the Schulz people drink well. It's very refreshing and it's good for your health."

That's how it was the black liquid that Royce prepared for me. And this scent...

"This is coffee!

"To, bitter..."

Yes, 'Amer Tea' tasted the same as coffee on Earth. However, they mix salted butter, which seems a bit unusual. By the way, Crawla had a sip and looked up to her grandiose face.

"Do the Schulz also grow coffee? Wonderful, make sure you have it brewed in the castle too"

"Give me this!?"

"Well, that's your majesty. Okay, I'll talk to Maura later.... Crawla still has a child tongue."

"Big time to look after you!

Crawla protests with her face red against Royce, who smiles gracefully. This is a rare diagram. Speaking of which, these two were familiar.

"Sire, I'm sorry. It's because of our husbands who sometimes make their words dirty."

"I see, your senior gala was bad"

"I'll do something extra...!

In a story Royce told me in a nostalgic way, Crawla said what a fourteen-year-old she was and joined Sedham's party. Even though I was trained as a magician, if a boxed lady was rubbed in the world of adventurers for years... no, I think it didn't stain well and kept her classy.

"... I really was already there then! Crawla went mad and said, 'These scumbags will screw your head off and punch you in the ass!'"

"Hey, really... be patient..."

Is that your relative's aunt? Royce talks about the martial arts tradition of the beautiful girl sorcerer Crawla on a level called. I laughed so long ago that my stomach twisted, too, but I just had to do this or something.

"Thanks Royce. It's not time for memories. I want to talk to you now."

"Right, Your Majesty. Ask me what it is."

In an instant, Royce becomes the face of a pitiful business owner. Falling apart is great.

"Looks like the inn's doing better, huh? I want you to let me know if there's a problem. And... I plan to have more migrants in the future. I was hoping to get some advice on how to prepare for acceptance."

It is not the soldiers that are going to increase, but the 'people' in general. More people, more trouble. It would be best to hear the specific problems and measures around them from those who are in immediate contact with the public.

"Right, so far in the castle...... no. I don't think I have a problem with domestic life. But if there were to be more people, rubbing would happen. As far as I am concerned, Your Majesty, I recommend that we appoint officials to manage the life of the people now and that we put in place a system in which autonomy can be exercised among the people"

"The housekeeper and the council, right?

"The housekeeper is, but the council will still be early. I know I should let merchants and craftsmen build guilds first."

I see. It is true that the current system assumes everything from the castle's military to the economy. Ill be in charge. On top of this, it is obviously impossible to let him even do things about national life. Plus, you needed an organization that would put together merchants and craftsmen working at the individual level so far. I guess I'll make my own guild or something even if I leave it alone. However, you can take the lead on the 'national side' if you form an Alliance in the first way this one takes the lead.

"I see..."

I roared in arms. Royce's recommendations are fully satisfactory. But... um, that's 'country'. Too much to think about.

"Hold on, Your Majesty. You can only leave it to the first and then to the appointed ones."

"Oh, yeah."

Crawler followed my belly with his elbow tip, almost sighing.

"Bye. Thank you for your advice."

"Come back anytime, Your Majesty"

It's time for the sun to go down, so me and Crawla decided to go back. As the innkeepers stand upright and salute, Royce whispers to me with a smiling face.

"Good day, Your Majesty. Regards about the crawler, please (...)?

I knew you were an aunt of relatives, this......