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

The next afternoon.

Having completed my clerical work by way of example, I went on a patrol in the castle by way of example. Ill also cautioned that 'it is not good for kings to appear before the people too often'. That being said, I'm worried about how everyone's doing. Besides, it was a lot of fun to see a country called 'Zytheas' take shape day by day.

That's why I creep through the middle gate and descend into the 'courtyard below'. Until yesterday, the building, which was under construction, had been completed, and the newly arrived caravan was still vibrant today when they saw the crest of the main tower and were making noise.

Good day, Your Majesty.

"Security is adequate, Your Majesty!

As surprising as ever, different soldiers and servants seem less nervous than they used to be. Yeah, well, let's go for the friendly statue of the king.

I was going to see how the craftsmen are doing today, but I found something a little disturbing on the edge of the courtyard.

"... what is that?

It seemed like a little mansion, it was a big tent. I don't have any decorations or anything, so you're doing some work inside?

"My lord, that's a tent for dollmaking."

He must have been escorting me in the shadows, as usual. It was Alga, the eldest daughter of the four Dark Elves sisters, who suddenly revealed and explained to me. Semi-long dark hair is lustrous, but somewhat young on the face.

"A doll to use at an example creative festival? So why don't we take a tour?"

"Wow, everyone will be delighted! So now I'm..."

"No, no, because you don't have to disappear"

Alga tried to hide in the shadows again (Hyde in Shadow) but stops pushing it. It's kind of awkward that we had a conversation once and you won't be able to see it again.

"Well, then, I'll show you around."

"Nice to meet you."

When it comes to guidance, it's not even a hundred meters away, but does that mean it's subordinate (si)? Walk out in front of me with bouncing footsteps.

... so do all the castle staff, but I really need to give them a well-rounded break or something, headed by Reykha. I don't want to be King Black.

"Please raise number three a bit - hey!

"Where did you put the cloth?

"Let's reinforce here."

Inside the tent, five meters high were lined with three wooden frames. Castle servants, craftsmen, and part-time soldiers are busily encouraged to work. I don't know what this atmosphere is. Sounds like before the cultural festival.

I felt a little smiled. But as I sneak a peek through the entrance, Arga stands just ahead.

"Attention! King Giteias, it is the arrival of Lady Gio Margils!

"Dear Hi-Margillus!?"

"King!?"

"Ko, this is the place!?"

A beautiful girl with black skin screamed. The voice itself is cute, but the temper put in there is amazing. When the people who were working noticed me, they knelt down to be oppressed by Alga's temper.

"Ah, uh. I'm sorry to interrupt. I was just trying to give you a tour. Go on."

"Yes. Thank you."

"It's a dirty place, but take a look"

"Dear Margirus,"

Feeling a little sorry, I wave to Eagle Deep to show. Either because there are more old stock dwellers, or they went back to their respective work without being so nervous. A familiar face popped out of those people.

Little brunette young man. The other day, he was a Knox young man who appointed him Home Secretary.

"Hi, Home Secretary. Don't be so smart."

"Mi, he was an extra big actor..."

Knox, dressed in work, laughed lightly.

When it comes to the Home Secretary, he is an important position in charge of many parts of the country's administration and civil affairs. Once upon a time, if he had just hired from the 'village in the back' to the castle, he would be a HR who would say he was not confident and would say no.

I listen as I compare some animal or monstrous skeleton to a young man who seems to be a good person.

"From that outfit, are you making dolls, too?

"Yes, no. I'd like to do that, but for once, I'm directing the whole thing and scheduling things."

"Hmm. That's good."

I was relieved by Knox's reply. In his character, he was worried he might be cutting time and strength with his hands up to work in the field.

"Talk to me whenever you have any problems. You can put out a giant with a spell and let me help."

"Ha, ha. Thanks!

"Well, let's go to Craftsman Street."

"Yes, Lord."

I left the tent after being briefed by Knox on doll making and preparing for the Creation Festival. We still have plenty of time, and we'll head to the street where the craftsmen are leaving their shops as planned.

Until a short time ago, the 'courtyard below', which was an empty space surrounded by semi-circular walls, was now a bit of an architectural rush. As an example, we have to prepare a home for more than five hundred families of soldiers.

"My king!

"Dear Wizard!

It was the human workers, many of them, who greeted me with a cage of respect just by walking. This time architecture did not ask the dwarf of the house of architecture (Dauron), as usual. Nor does general housing require particularly advanced technology. So I thought it would be better to hire people from the Relis and Leus alliances to work and cash around.

"There's snow around here, isn't there? I hope we're ready for a little acceptance by then."

"Huh!? Does it snow more?!? Ugh, I hate it when it's cold"

Alga grabbed her own shoulder and shuddered.

... she is also a dark elf unique rather exposed light leather armor figure. That would be cold.

As far as the blacksmiths, tanneries, carpenters, etc. who have been working for me in the castle for a long time, it seemed that no particular problems had arisen.

Go home to the main tower with peace of mind, it's about dinner seats that day.

"Your Majesty, I will return to my parents from tomorrow."

"Hmm?

Crawla's casual remarks. I almost turned back for a moment... but I haven't said anything strange if you think about it. She's still a magician's guild executive and a lord's daughter, so she'll have one or two errands.

Someone in a key position in the country reports his plans for action to me in public. Nothing is wrong.

"Mr. Crawler, is something wrong? Like a pageant?

"Hey, sister!?"

"Huh."

Deane, who can't read the air by example, asks a straightforward question (and seems to have started paying off for kicking under the table with Elizabeth reading the air by example).

"Why do I have to make out with you? I'm attending a conference on the territorial management of the Andels and I'm going to report back to the Sorcerer's Guild on the status of the golem creation."

Crawla said like it was nothing. Perfect table manners, chopping up fragrant roasted chicken. Regardless of the family meeting, reporting to the Sorcerer's Guild is certainly official business.

"I see you're tired. Then let's put someone from the dark elves on the escort."

"It would be helpful if you did."

"Uhm.... so what do you think"

"What do you mean?

"No, I wonder if you'll be in the castle for the Creation Festival..."

The phrase "Creation Festival is what you spend in your hometown," previously heard from Mora, had somehow come back to mind. It's not even "royal law" to say that we shouldn't talk to the public because it's a king's dinner. It would be nice to hear all about it.

"Right..."

……

Somehow everyone quieted down. A crawler that gathers our gaze and puts a finger to the tip of his jaw to think.

"I am."

Crawla said, turning her pale eyes straight at me.

"When I believed I should be, I was where I believed I should be."