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

This is the New Year's Day festival in the world, but it was held on the night of January 4th, JST. In other words, the time difference with Japan can be considered three days. Somehow I asked Jehan, the master of the Inn, that the calendar he employs in the kingdom stipulates a year as three hundred and sixty days, and that fractions (five to six days) will be treated as extra days at the beginning of the year. It was probably conceived as a year-round measure. The rest of the year is five days, during which time we take all work off and make a scene, or whatever. They say the gods are resting the same way, and they don't even open (ah) churches or anything during the rest of the day. Also, you think you can get more of a look at this period even if you take your wings off a little, and some people behave unethically? However, of course, it seems that there are rather few violent shacks to be tattooed on the faces of those who work rampantly during the rest of the day to be despised as unholy trampled upon God's favor.

Now, on New Year's Day, I offered Mr. Jehan an offering - a kind of dessert - to imitate (if) everyone around the firewood stacked behind the square. The offering will burn with the bonfire, and the offering will be delivered to God in heaven on the smoke.

There is nothing special to be done after offerings are raised, and we should hang around until the evening, which is the festival's production. There are several stalls open (ah), but there are still many stalls that are not open (ah) in preparation for the real night. A little early, but I thought it would be lunch, so I bought a skewer and ate it. I'll even hem Rye and Keane in my nostalgia in an invisible place.

"Master, is it very different from New Year's Eve in the Master's world?

'No, it was simply me pulling the cage. For the first time in two years, people will go. You saw it on TV, didn't you?

"Wow, that was a crowd."

Okay, TV magic, but I've been activating demon stones for shooting since about before I raised the offering. You don't have to worry about running out of batteries because you use my magic instead of batteries. So the camera - the substitute demon stone - is let go. Thinking that the person watching might be bored, etc., booming came in around eating skewers. They say eating only ourselves is cunning. Yo (more) so I moved back to the cave with what I had chosen appropriately. Eating them with my kids, which is still warm, is fun. We'll be in the cave for a while, and we'll go back to Banks in anticipation of the time - be careful not to be blamed.

After that, he was still eating and drinking appropriately sloppily and killing time, but before dusk, there was a gradual crowd, so he avoided the crowd and moved towards the edge.

When the sun goes down completely and it gets dark, the cleric-like figures - some clerics seem to have just the number of gods - post (or) a pine light and set fire to the firewood. Whether there was pre-oil or something, the flames that burned up with considerable momentum scorched the New Year's night sky. When a scream came up, people held hands around the firewood and danced out to the music. Oh, you've seen it in Japan, with mime mime. Of course I can't dance, so it's just a sight to see. Still, I was quite delighted to see if it was influenced by the fun atmosphere. The songs change one after the other, and the tempo of dancing changes with it, but the way they dance does not change in itself. Funny thing about this, too.

I was concerned that the dance continued to be extended, so I asked the guy next door and he said he was going to dance it all out until the year broke out, changing the participants and the songs. Oh, well, it's Awa dancing, here.

Leaving the campfire outside the square, there are a number of stalls lined up on the roads and guests are shopping somewhat. The street performers perform a variety of arts in the small square. This is also interesting inside...

There was a miscalculation. Not just the two nostalgic people, but the voicemail that was watching the relay.

"I will. Oh, what is it?

'Your husband... is that... what... are you doing... are you there?

"Master! Oh! That looks delicious!

'Master Crowe, what are you doing over there?

"Dear Lord, what is that?"

"Master, there's something interesting over there..."

"Crowe, what is that?

As soon as I walked... I ran around the venue... let's make it tickle.

The next day, I had a muscle ache. Your health should be up since you got here...

In conclusion, you still have the best New Year's Eve.