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

"Oh, my God, Warren, you're rarely reading a book."

General Rover, who came into the First Battalion garrison (Tongshi), spoke up to see Sir Warren as he was reading. By the way, it doesn't mean Sir Warren doesn't want to read - Ning (rather) belongs to the realm of readers - it means that it's rare to be reading while on duty.

"I just got out recently, and this is pretty funny."

That said, the title of the book I showed you was "The Natural History of Beetles in the Southern Kingdom of Illustration" by R. Holbeck. Yes, it was that book that Crowe illustrated.

"It's also really interesting what it says, but it's the illustration that interests me. It is elaborate and accurate, but also vividly captures the appearance of insects. This painter is a genius."

Without Crowe's knowledge, a fan had been born in a hell of a place.

"Heh... sounds like a lot of time in there"

"There have never been painters like this, who paint scientifically accurate illustrations. The author also mentioned in the postscript that he was taught the importance of keeping a sketch in the field, even briefly."

The postscript contained a brief but well-documented description of what Crowe taught and what Crowe did for a person (who became one). I want to keep personal information. Crowe would have held his head if he found out, but happy or unhappy, he hadn't gone that far yet. I was not motivated to actively read the manuscript just because I was looking through it at its stage.

"So I was wondering if we could incorporate these sketches ourselves. Some people, like Ombrey, would have already done it, but I don't think people in the reconnaissance force would have the skills to do this kind of sketching."

"... whether you have time to paint on the front lines or not, it's a suggestion that you'd like to think about."

"Apart from not actually drawing, it's not a bad idea to build up your observation skills"

"So? You want me to call that painter to tell you?

General Rover brings up a suggestion that Crowe is likely to escape if he hears.

"No… it seems that he has embarked on a journey in person, even if he comes back a year from now. They can't even get in touch."

"That's a shame. But isn't that painter a bug specialist?

"That's... I'm also in charge of illustrating this book. In other words, I was originally looking at your book, and I was attracted to the beauty of the illustration."

That's how Sir Warren showed it: "Excavations from the ancient city of Chardo and their descriptions" by W. Partridge. This was another book that Crowe illustrated.

"The ancient city of Shaldo... is it a relic from three thousand years ago that was previously excavated?"

"Yep. I was wondering if it would help. I didn't write anything that might be very helpful on that side, but the illustration was brilliant again."

"Hmm..."

General Rover, who looked at Sir Partridge's report in its illustration for his hand, accidentally roared. Something that should only be a pot or a dagger looms with an indescribable demon in its precision. The use of light and shadow is exquisite.

"... I see, he looks like a big painter. Don't even want to keep a painting like this in your room. … Can I place an order or something?"

"I thought about that too...... sounds like an ex-post to me, doesn't it? Because both authors have written about breaking a bone to get a request."

"If you don't want to stand out, maybe you're part of an outgoing nobleman. What's your name... Crowe? Remember."

It was a crow who had been the motto of discreetly unknown and noisy, but when he came here, he finally came to know his name. Moreover, it is not just these two people that inquiries continued to be made to the two authors. Although it was splendid that neither of us ever divulged anything that could be described as Crowe's personal information, nor did we engage cheaply in mediation.

Unwanted fame was trying to capture Crowe.