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

"Oops?!

"Well, Captain."

My men look at my superiors as if they were frightened when something took their feet in the dim passage and they were about to fall. It should also be that, two hours after today's investigation began, this young superior officer took his leg and fell or fell seven times, hit his head against the wall three times, slipped off the wrong road twice, dropped a hole - on top of a hole that he did not know what to use, completely wore an old, brittle board - and showed his bad luck once, unfortunately, without omission and without prestige.

("... if you stand before the platoon commander, the successor will be safe.")

("Bull, that would be just too much")

The lieutenant squad leader speaks as he hears his men whispering behind him.

"Platoon Commander, are you hurt?

"Oh, oh, I'm fine. Because I'm used to it."

"... Excuse me, platoon commander. Can I ask you what you're used to?

"It's been like this since I was a kid. I hardly ever get hurt or anything for the number of times I've fallen or fallen into a cliff or hole."

There is a fever in the secrecy of the subsequent men.

("... I knew you were right to put the platoon commander ahead of you...")

("… what shall we do? I'm starting to feel that way too...")

("But... if this is all you can catch, those who set the trap will also swallow in tears...")

("... No, if what the platoon commander said is true, does that mean there's no harm in getting caught? Instead, they'll crush the trap and regret it?")

A squad leader who hears his men's whispers and agrees with them in his heart. Rumor has it that the Lord's platoon captain, a young officer named Boris Carlock - I heard he was General Rover's nephew or something, is it true? - can't seem to afford to pay attention to voices behind him or anything else, even looking forward. Well, even so, it's this superior lord who eventually catches on.

"... but with the help of the platoon commander, we were able to check the traps and the places of sight and danger. My platoon also received the highest rating for its investigative capability. It looks like the Squadron Commander remembered you."

I almost say Doji by accident, and I rush to say it again, Squad Leader. Fortunately, the platoon commander didn't seem to notice. I can hear my men talking in the soothing squad leader's ears.

("... thanks to you, I've been touring the pits for days.")

("Blur. Your safety is guaranteed thanks to the platoon commander.")

("Oh, at least you don't have to be bored. Complain and you'll be punished.")

For whatever reason, this young superior who always tried to act with his men - even if he could get lost once in a while - seemed to get a lot of credit from his men.... You shouldn't mind that the content of the evaluation is treated like a mine detector or body performer.

The face of the Fifth Squadron Infantry 2nd Platoon, which moves on to investigate the structure of the sealed ruins as it did day after day. The investigation of the ruins was progressing slowly, but steadily.