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

"Horn, what the Lord says is ruptured. Why is it so bad to protect those who fight for us?"

Horn, appointed by Crowe as a plenipotentiary ambassador he never wanted, was reluctant to persuade the villagers. Crowe has Crowe's convenience, but Horn, who couldn't tell me what that convenience was about, couldn't really explain it convincingly. But if I betray Crowe's trust here, I don't know what disaster will befall the elves. The magic power of that spiritual user is different. Even if he betrays himself, he must keep the word of the Spirit. Horn exercised the magic of worst restraint or the magic of sleep. But he was prepared to stop the villagers.

"Chief, I don't know what spiritual users think. The only thing I know is that spiritual users will fight for us, and for that, we must not stand in our way."

"Horn, you're saying our help is in the way?

"The Silva Forest Elves aren't incompetent or hipster, are they?

"That's right. Even we can make the invaders blow a bubble."

"No! It is absolutely forbidden for unscheduled things to enter the great magic that spiritual users are prepared for. If we mess around badly, we won't even risk our benefactor's life! Can the Silva Forest Elves be cursed without thinking!

Horn was desperately trying to stop the elves from joining the war with their weapons in their hands and mouths.

"It's a horn. Why can your Lord believe in exotic spiritualists until then? I don't know, maybe two or three days."

"At first glance, O chief, the spiritual user can see the greatness of his power. There is no magician who can't feel all that magic. If you say my words are unbelievable, believe me, Spirit Tree Outside Edge's Village. It is the Spirit Tree who introduced us to the Spirit Users."

"Hmm...... Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear Horn here. It's been three hours since the sights informed the invaders of their approaching. We should be near the village in two hours, even on the feet of the cursed humans. Then there's still no sign of it. It means that the exotic spiritualist succeeded in stopping the invaders without making a single sound of a sword."

For the first time, the Elves realized that the Baron Army was not coming. Horn is right, did an exotic spiritualist succeed in stopping the Baron Army? But it's too dangerous to believe that without even being sure. We should go check here at all costs. The safety of the village is at stake. You can thank exotic spiritualists, but you can't put village safety on it.

Horn, who was holding back the elves screaming verbally that he should go check, learned the feeling that something was falling out of his mind. If these idiots don't know what to say with their mouths, why don't we just clean them up with restraint magic or sleep magic?

When I was about to be swallowed up by the drooling depression (depression) emotions, the demonic props of communication entrusted to Crowe were activated.

"Horn, can you hear me?

"Dear Spirit!

"Yeah, you heard from the Spiritualist?

"You were handing me the magic props"

"Horn, two squadrons of the Baron Army have been cleaned up. I missed about two or thirty people, but for the time being I couldn't be evil in Silva Forest '

"Have you repelled yet!?

'Oh, I had to use strong magic for that, but I put up a pretty dangerous formation to contain the damage to the forest. Stay away from the designated location for the time being. Including places outside the woods. If you approach poorly, the Devil's Guide runs wild, and the whole forest disappears.'

Horn, who heard the explanation, went white through the blue. The same is true of the elves who stood ears by the magic props. There was no one to say that he would go out and check.

'Anyway, I guess there's the one who says you can't trust my words, huh? Leave the village for a while now and camp in the back of the woods. If we make sure the Baron Army doesn't come by tomorrow, we'll know we've succeeded in stopping it. And how dangerous is the magic of annihilating 400 Baron Squadrons?

The elves are speechless, including the chief. Crowe's unspoken mouth gave credibility to the story of rejection. Instead of talking to anyone, the elves set out to leave the village once. Whether it was charisma or majesty, or just instinctively feeling "He sucks," the elves were following Crowe's words.

Three days later, the elves, who had received permission from Crowe, went to a location that had been designated as an area of engagement. That place, which at first sight made no difference, did have some kind of trace of magic, but we didn't know who it was. Outside the woods, traces of burning and the smell of blood were felt, but I still didn't know anything more. It was not the bodies that remained, but it was clear to the elves who were good at witchcraft that the place had undoubtedly set the stage for death.

A powerful spiritualist with no specialty protected the forest where the elves lived by himself. That was all the elves understood.

'Oh, and then I'll give you a set of Romulus, Remus, Baron Army gear. Oh, don't absorb the Yalta talisman and do it without analyzing it. I might use it for something later. "

'I understand, Master Crowe. And you had a bright arrangement.'

'No, because those guys were just stupid. You're not the only one thinking about fighting a forest battle with a heavily armed infantry. What would you have done if a poisonous bug had dived into your back?

"The Baron's army had a good reputation, so hey... he said he deserved a lord."

"Oh, I knew the lord was an idiot too..."

'Master Crowe, how about after this?

'That's what I say in my world. He said, "Beat the dog that fell in the water."