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

The opponent I met in the wake of the librarian was a serene looking old nobleman named Sir Wilmand Partridge.

"I'm not in hiding right now. I'll give the title to my son and then I'll do the archaeologist's thing in this country."

this country (...)? and archaeology (...)?

"This country, did they say?

"Oh, um. at the birth of neighboring countries."

"... haha. So, you wanted to see yourself?

"Um, actually, Rupert showed me the original painting the other day."

... Lupa, what the fuck?

"The original painting? But I thought you sent it to the printmaker.

"Rupert, you're a big fan of that painting. They asked the magician to duplicate five pieces at a time. Dimensions are different, so I sent a duplicator to the artisans."

That bastard......

"Have a look at the awkwardness...... so?

"Uhm. I want to request an illustration"

Yeah. I had a prediction...

"Are you interested in archaeology… stoneware or earthenware pieces?

"No, I'm not that dead. I'm interested in the ancient civilization of a little later. Specifically, Crowe, I was wondering if I could come up with a Shard ruin that you read about."

"Shard ruins? But that had a splendid report... with an illustration, I suppose?

"Unfortunately, that illustration may be academically accurate, but it doesn't have the power to attract what you see. Unfortunately, I don't have the skill to do that."

"Did you get that diagram?

"We're understaffed and underfunded. No, Shaw wrote the paintbrush."

Ho ho... is this for you in a way?

"I have never had the experience of drawing crafts. Can I show you what to draw, wear it, and then let you decide?

"Of course I don't mind. Come here, please."

Sir Partridge, who rose from his chair, lured me into the next room.

Is the room a library? By the time it was cluttered, there were many excavations, but it was never cluttered, and it was well organized and arranged.

"Expensive items are kept by the royal family of this country, but I keep them here for forgiveness."

I line up about fifteen excavations, saying this is what I want to ask for the painting.

"... I want to leave this town in the spring, so I don't think I can make all the drawings. Sometimes they ask me, and I can't keep them stuffed here day after day, but still?

They confirmed their intentions, but said they had no complaints under the terms. He left the mansion that day, making sure he was drawing from something of high priority.