Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core (Book Version Title: A Different World Dungeon Made with the Devil)

"... let's think the other way around.With awe, Your Majesty, how many old wines would you like to "dispose of" at this time?I think we need to keep some of it. "

The King, who heard Sir Warren's complaint, thought about it.

... sure... last month I thought we should deal with old sake and so on... but it might be awkward (first) to drink it out without leaving it behind.

It seems that the matter of old sake has already spread outside the country... and I don't think the area around Manastera is going to say anything.Should I leave some as a diplomatic stamp?But then... maybe I didn't have to force a big banquet... maybe I was exhausted and chased last month...

"... Your Majesty?"

"Ah... no, I'm sorry, I was thinking a little bit.... I feel awkward about a big banquet that drank all the old alcohol. "

"Well, you mean there's no big banquet?"

"Does it mean either small or medium-sized?"

"... wouldn't you be able to handle just the dishes you put in the castle?"

By the way, the cause of the request to "ask the non-fumes" itself has collapsed.

"No... even if it's rare, it should be a special banquet."

Sir Warren greeted the Knight of the White Horse with his help.

"What makes you so special?"

"Shouldn't we be thinking about that now?... I need a picture of the dormitory. "

Sir Warren is also cunning as he guides questions from his unconcerned boss in the direction of sagging and avoiding responsibility.

"... it looks like the dormitories are holding their heads."

"I'll leave that to them.Anyway, if it's such a special banquet, does it mean that irreplaceable dishes are not enough...? "

"... you don't have to tell me."

From the current situation, there was a path leading to ordering dishes from non-fumes.

"... anyway, I'll just have to talk to the chef on that line."



"... in short, you say that nothing has been decided except for a special banquet of medium size, Mr. Prime Minister?"

"Uhh... that's what happens..."

It is the prime minister who is swimming his eyes under the banquet of the chef in the kitchen ward.Regardless of whether the prime minister had grief that he was a prime minister or not, it seems that the chef in front of the prime minister adopted a policy to respond to the overwhelming indifference.

"Hah... thank you very much. For now, I'll think about the menu with the 'special feeling' in mind... if I can do it, I guess I can handle the budget, right?"

I remind the Prime Minister that the cook cannot be held responsible.

"It's okay there... maybe.... even if you say you're having a banquet, it's supposed to happen after dawn."

"I beg you to open it at the end of the year... please don't let this happen, Prime Minister?"

"Uhh... let's do something good."