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

At the time of the Yakumo Monster Talk in the corner of Bejin Village, the other paintings were about to start a different scene.

The scenes are also foggy night roads. There was a Villager C rushing home in a small hurry.

After all, there has been a disturbing atmosphere in this village since the day before yesterday. I had just heard a creepy bird's voice -- it wasn't supposed to be a human voice -- so... only on a day like this, I'd go home and fall asleep.

I was in such a hurry to rush down the road... and suddenly I fell as if I was stumbling on something.... no...... rather than saying that I was...... struck by something......

I thought so, and in the eyes of the man C who looked down at the ankle...... I could see that the hand that grew from the ground was firmly grabbing my ankle (......).

― ― θ!◇⇔

When he raised his classic wild voice, he kicked off the "hand" as if it embodied the idiot power of the fire, and tried to escape with the body of these people.

"-Oh!?"

When I thought that someone had grabbed my collar, I was suddenly lifted with a lot of force and thrown out immediately afterwards. Fortunately, the height was not that high, so I didn't get injured from falling... but even if I looked around in fright, I didn't see anyone hanging me...

― ― Villager C rushed out without saying anything.



Oh... you've moved as planned... the people in this village are honest and nice.

I was admiring the strange condition and staring at the screen, but this time it was again a crow. Seeding is relatively simple.

First, a person who can use earth magic sees the timing and rolls the villagers. The man would have thought that he grabbed his ankle by the "hand" and fell, but the actual order was slightly different, and after he folded the soil mass to his ankle, he molded the soil mass into the "hand" shape. This way is easier and better.

After that, while the man C was crawling in, the falcon gumo (faker jumper) of the condominium twisted a thread around the man's neck and lifted it using a pulley. The flies, by the way, were given the name "Sarto" to participate in this operation. The scientific name of the flies is Salticidae, which is precisely the name of the family.

Hoisting a man with a pulley was just beyond the reach of the palm-sized fly trigger -- unusually huge as a fly trigger -- and it was Ness who bought the role. It was a good thing to be able to hide by sorcery, and I gladly made a name announcement.

The faker jumper's thread was unusual and tough, but it seemed impossible to lift a big man with a single thread, visible or invisible, and the thread broke shortly thereafter. However, this is as originally expected. When it comes to lifting and letting go, it's hard to get rid of it.

After that... the man who rushed into his home in the form of a doomed death closed his house to explain to his neighbor, and he never came out, no matter how many times he tried to call out.



By the way, this is not the only monster that attacked this village this evening.

At dusk, the man D, who was about to return home with a wagon, was also to suffer the disaster.

"--what was that? Was that...?"

The screams of blood frozen by the man C who was mating in the big trick of Sarto reached the ear of the man D who was on the other side of the village and was using a wagon, and it stirred up his anxiety. Even last night, when I was anxious about something, I didn't think it belonged to anybody (laughs). It is not surprising that the anxiety and timidity of the man increased. I stopped the carriage unexpectedly and listened, but it was quiet around here.

"... is it because of your imagination...?"

Man D, anxiously speaking to himself, advances the carriage again.

"Well... there's been something strange going on here since last night..."

Is it a sign of anxiety that there is a lot of solitude? I spin words like talking to an elderly horse, but of course I don't get a reply.

"... I knew it. Did you find something in the ruins of that settlement...?" In this place, a lot of people died in the past, and since then, no one has settled down..... "

I'm still here.

――

Sounding like a mockery in your ears, you stiffened without thinking of a small voice, and looked around scared... but no one was there.

"... aerosols...? Damn it... if you think it's scary and scary, you're going to hear something..."

I said, "I'm still here."...... here, too. ”

... again with ear licensing, but now with a clearly audible voice, the man screamed (laugh) and made Aima run.

Needless to say, this is also the sound of echo magic, or ventriloquism. Kumamoto was inspired by the monstrous story of "Oil Soup" or "Oil Soup" that is passed on to Amakusa Island, and without any effort or preparation, he tried it in the form of a production......

{...... That's more than I expected......}

It looks like you were more careful than you seemed.

"I feel sorry for the horses..."

― ― The crows had a dazzling effect.