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

It was one servant, Sir Holbeck, scattered in all directions searching for Mar, who had left the mansion, who found Mar weakened and an elf mage who stood bewildered in front of him.

"Boy! Did you come to this place? We are all worried about you. Please return to the mansion as soon as possible."

I wake up with Marl like I panicked, and I turn my eyes towards Horn.

"Did you find Bo? My name is Kasek and I am a servant of Lord Holbeck, Baron Elgin. This thank you will come again later, so I would like to give you my name if I could."

While thanking you, Marr of the day speaks to the man of his squire who hurries to bring Marr back.

"Wait, Mr. Kasek. This man was the one who kept me hidden back then."

The squire, who perceived the situation with the word "then," quickly puts his head to work. Fong must be brought back to the mansion as soon as possible. At the same time, I can't afford to miss the chance to encounter the elf that hid me "then" Boy. Conclusion, take this elf back to the mansion at all costs.

"Was it to your left? Then our Lord will thank you very much. Whatever it is, let's go the same way first."

Being an aristocratic squire can be enough to deprive the other person of his or her ability to think and judge with a mouthful of water on the stand, and to treat the other person as he or she pleases, with a polite attitude. It was easier than twisting a baby's hand to lure an elf magician who was unfamiliar with the aristocratic opponent's standing behavior into the mansion.

Horn, who was abducted by the Baron's residence before he could figure out what it was, had come to a meeting with Lord Otto Holbeck, head of the Baron Elgin family, with a flowing correspondence.

"It's the first time I've seen you. My name is Otto Holbeck, head of the Baron Elgin family. Thank you on behalf of my family for your help."

Lord Holbeck thanked us for finding the boy only today. I was puzzled by the aristocratic opponents, but there Horn has not lived long for Dada either. Whatever the appearance, the horn is an elf, and the age is much higher than Sir Holbeck's. Speak to the words of the Lord, and do not touch upon the matter of Vazari, but answer the Thanksgiving of the Lord without grace.

"Nah, until I saw that those who didn't even get old had difficulty with tannins. It depends on the overlapping."

Continuing a conversation that explores each other's bellies, the topic gradually shifts to Manastella. Sir proceeds only without breaking his position as a bystander, and Horn responds accordingly in white. I don't know the son of an exile aristocrat.

By way of example only, it would be an argument as to where it would be better to hide oneself if officials of the Duke's family secretly infiltrated this country. Having decided that it was no longer within his control, Horn decides to throw the story round to Crowe. He pretended to be contacted by someone he knew and used the magic props of correspondence, said rude, took off his seat and cried to Crowe.

'... I'll ask you later why you're having such a troublesome time. In short, where would you like to anonymize the nobleman's child?

'Yes. I'm ashamed I can't tell what to do...'

I'm not that good of a wise man, am I? Let's sort things out, anyway. '

Crowe's voice, heard from the demonic props of the call, is filled with confusion and tiredness that cannot be hidden. Horn waited for Crowe's answer, feeling sorry and anxious that Crowe had no choice but to do so.

"Yaltanism and royal thoughts should be kept in one place. The point is, I wish there was a place where I could keep that kid safe, right?

"Yes, but I was wondering if it would be difficult because of the staggering of different thoughts (and feelings), including those of neighbouring countries. I'm only going to be anonymous in the baron's mansion like now... '

"I guess that didn't work out, so Horn got the wings to pull the poverty lottery."

Oh, Horn unexpectedly sees the distance wondering if it was the poor lottery that he pulled. Crowe's voice continues without taking such horn feelings into consideration.

'... even if the location is known, I wish there was a place where each force was hard to reach. Right...... no religion has a harmonious attitude towards so-called subhumans, such as horns, elves and beasts? I like religion as powerful as possible'

'... there is. Mild godliness serving the Goddess of the Mild is equally open to us, and there is no discrimination by race'

"Is that, like, Mild God? Is that a lot of believers in this country and Manastella, too?

"Yes, it's the corner of the biggest faction."

"Then you can't keep your children in the temple there, or just temple them nominally and dispatch them to the town of Elgin, or something like that? Wouldn't you do it if you built one of those places of worship in the town of Elgin?

"It is!... Yes, I'll try to adjust with that line '

'Adjustment is fine, but don't even take my stuff out every time. Just tell me you know him. Yeah, and about the kid. "

'Yes?'

'You said you looked vain or something. A little bit of identity...... wasn't he bothered by the loss of his self?

Crowe made me guess what was eroding the boy's mind because of his condition and age. Even if this kind of neighborhood is just rotten - it's not rotten - give me the edge of a Lanobe writer - the profession of Umaru - and I can say enough about my adolescence troubles.

Two days before the Vazari raid by the undead. Baron Elgin's territory was peaceful.

A few months later, a new Mild Divine Chapel was built in the town of Elgin, where cleric apprentices, still young, worked.