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

Marl slipped out of the Baron's mansion as he wandered, and strayed brilliantly and lightly.

We didn't originally expect to go anywhere, but we lost sight of the way back to the Baron's mansion as we walked around. In the sight of Mar, who wandered with anxiety and perplexity, he saw three beasts.

Since the tragedy in his homeland, Marr has been horrified by the Asians. With the hatred of the Subhumans, their homes perished. I don't think all the subhumans hate me or hate me, but I don't like them. Even after entering this country, I saw the sub-people attack human towns and kill people. Subhumans are horrible. I don't understand them, and they don't understand us either. Mar was possessed by fear.

"Oh, my God, this kid. Why are you looking at us like that?

"How rare is the Beast Man?"

Look at me with a face that's about to get eaten.

The beasts who notice Marl's gaze look back at Marl in a grumpy manner. Marl could not say anything but stood and shook his back against the wall.

"Wait. I don't mean to offend her."

It was an elf man dressed in a blue robe who spoke to him to break in.

(I know that elf. An elf who kept me anonymous when he called on me. He said he brought him here by mistake or something...)

When I thought I finally met someone I knew, I didn't know it was an elf. Marr felt sorry for his lack of luck from the bottom of his heart. But the man in the elf seemed to take care of Marr, and he was sure to forgive the beasts.

"The kid... got caught up in an elf-laughter case and lost all his parents and brothers. Since then, when you look at an elf or a subhuman, your body has just become tense (frightened). There's never been a place for you to be."

(This elf knows about me!?

It was a shock, in a double sense, to Marl. First of all, the Elves know who I am. Secondly, knowing who I am, this elf is trying to help me.

"... what the hell. You know what?"

"... I'm sorry, kid"

"It's not what we say, but, you know, stay alive."

"I don't know who you are, but everyone has a right to live."

I guess the roots aren't the bad guys. When the beasts verbally expressed their thanks to Marr, they walked away from the place. I feel like words like "a little Manastella's..." or "Duke's house" were crossed in their discourse away, but I'm not sure. Marr couldn't think of anything, as he seemed to lose strength from his relieved body along with his tense (frightened) stiffness.

Horn looked at the boy as he sighed. I wonder why I get into trouble like this. I feel like I've been pulling the poverty lottery ever since I was a kid. As he was twilight along the way, Horn turned his attention to the boy who was slipping his hips in front of him.