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

The season is early summer. It was easy to just have no rainy season like Japan here, but the sun is getting stronger. The greenery around the mountain hut also thickened...... in short, it was a difficult time to mow the grass. Sometimes it is necessary to row terribly just to walk, and the Japanese insect repellent spray has become active - though, it is not appreciated by our children. They don't like the smell of chemicals. One day.

On that day, as usual, I gave the Spirit Tree Grandpa the earth's named water and fertilizer. Oh, standing piss has weighed itself down since Winn evolved one case. My grandfather expressed his strong dissatisfaction, but can things get any more difficult? According to Grandpa, he has been in great shape since he stood up to piss, and the number of spirits coming has never increased. I managed to hit my hand by handing over fine fertilizer instead of standing piss.

As usual that day, I was wondering if I would end the day by examining the herbs around me and talking to the villagers.

"Your husband... the Spirit Tree... is here for you"

Grandpa? That's a rare call. Is something wrong?

"I don't know… to the Spirit Tree… I think there was a visitor…"

"Visitors? It's getting rarer... but I have a feeling it's gonna be a big deal. '

Yes, we ended up getting caught up in the middle of something that wasn't even real this day.

So, the reason you called me in is because you're the elf brother there?

"Um... Honestly, I'm not going to... Will you listen to me?"

"Oh, you great exotic spiritualist."

Yes?

Ask him, the young elf is a mage named Horn, and he says he came from the elf village of Silva Forest - beyond the mountain on the south side of Edge Village. He came here feeling signs of spirits he had never seen before around Grandpa. My standing piss prompted more spirits to stop by Grandpa. He misunderstood me as a powerful spiritual user, but it's troublesome, so he stays put. I hear there's an unusual number of spirits gathering around me. He also said he didn't think he was a magician because he didn't feel any attribute magic from me. I haven't mastered magic yet. Is Dungeon Magic treated differently?

So, what can I do for you...

"Do you want me to save Silva's forest?

"Yes, the greedy lord of Barren will soon attack the Silva Forest. I thought the aim was to enslave our property and perhaps us..."

If you ask me, Baron of Barren seems to be a tyrant of human supremacy. Originally, although the Ballen realm was not a particularly rich territory, they laid eyes on the Silva Forest in a luxuriously trivial (dull) mention of the depletion of funds. Horn scolded the baron for being outrageous, tyrannical, and utterly abusive, but not only Grandpa, but my children seem to agree on this. No, how many lords are loving even slime and mushrooms? I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm not going to help anyone else until we redeem our peaceful lives. The lord of Edge Village seems to be someone else, and the fucking baron will never reach this far. I was about to say no, and Grandpa pinched my mouth.

"Elves do the spirits good." I want you to help me if you can. Besides, the goddamn lords seem to think about burning down the Silva Forest by setting fire to it. "

What is it? Don't listen to that. How many creatures do you think will annoy you, like burning down the woods? If the escaped animals count and move to this side, the ecological balance will also fall apart. I can't look at this. Do you want the fucking baron to disappear in order to preserve a peaceful life? We've got new dungeon magic, and the odds are good depending on how we do it. But also that it just works...

"Honestly, I don't mind, but the circumstances seem to be the case. Depending on the terms, you're not stingy enough to cooperate."

"Whoa, thank you. and what are the conditions…"

I'm going to raise this request with the horrible asking elf.

"First of all, never tell an elf villager about me. I'm not willing to carry any more trouble into this. Negotiations and consultations will be conducted only through you. I'm the only one dealing with the Baron Army. Prohibit the Elves from entering the war, this is an absolute condition. If the elves come near, they'll immediately stop all cooperation and be hostile in the future."

I'm not even willing to tell the elves about us, especially our kids. Ensuring everyone's safety is a top proposition. Depending on the situation, my boys will be invited to join the fight, but you can never be seen how it goes.

"Secondly, I want you to teach me the elf wind magic. Let's have this considered necessary for this operation as well. As soon as you can master it, move on to operational action."

Horn was puzzled. Why do great spiritualists need wind magic now? Why not ask the Spirit of the Wind? Besides, there is a wide variety of wind magic and sips. I can't afford to master everything. I just said that I need wind magic for something, and if I can't figure it out, I'll let you know... and I got an unsatisfactory reply.

"This request is wind magic, not extra prying. If you say you can't, that's fine."

Horn hastily put in an apology and promised to teach wind magic. All right, now if you can master wind magic well at the end of the day, you'll have a royal hand in mastering flying magic. Flight magic should be useful in this operation, so I want to wear it. If that's the consideration, it would be enough expense to give the elves a hand.

So, shall I tell you soon?