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

"Affordable property is hard to find..."

Vinstadt, capital of the Kingdom of Theodoram. Duncan, entrusted with the leading role in buying a house, blurs at Gil with him as he follows the third realtor. The two are former members of the Brave Party and now serve Crowe as undead.

"The demands stink too much in the first place. Properties that are close to the royal castle, away from neighborhoods, have basements, and are not noticeable for purchase are so conveniently rolling."

It would have been a prerequisite if it had been Crowe, who thinks of the dungeon as a base to deploy, but I see it would be difficult to find in this condition. I can't help but blur Gil, who kept pulling the detachment.

"They say I can do anything in a horse cabin as long as it fits the conditions..."

"Isn't it hard to turn it into a rabbit hut?

Both of them sigh together.

"Yes, I do."

When I visited the seventh realtor - neither of us thought there was such a realtor in this town - and unmoved and mechanically communicated my demands to the throw, I received an unexpected answer.

"Well, for what it's called, it's a property… the conditions you say are fully met."

"... may I ask you to elaborate?

The realtor introduced the property for a reason that it was already flying (...). Originally the owner of a certain aristocracy, but after losing his wife to the plague, the Lord immersed himself in suspicious magic - he was trying to resurrect his dead wife - and repeated human experiments using children who had grabbed (or even) him from somewhere, finally being sentenced to beheading, to the knowledge of the country.

The next time I bought this house was a reputable high-interest loan, buying people's grudges scattered, but finally stabbed to death by one of the men who lent me the money. The murderer said he took the money and fled by killing all his gold-lending family for all the money he wanted to go to.

It was a young doctor from a good family who bought this house cheaply when he began to have a bad reputation for it, and he repeated his animal experiments burning in the noble mission of saving the lives of his patients. When the neighborhood moved spookily through the screams and corpses of experimental animals heard night after night, the complaining young doctor bought the neighborhood premises that had become vacant and expanded the site, continuing the experiment without caring. Since the failure of the experiment or the resentment of the murdered animal, when the doctor was found dead one morning, he had also lost his fondness for buying this house.

The fourth resident was a woman who was being chased home for infirmity and imprisoned in this mansion, but was killed by a break-in robber one night. The body had been left behind, but for some reason only the neck could be found, adding a new colour to the suspicion in this house.

"... buyers don't even show up after that, so much so that sometimes people like to stay overnight to try"

"... what do they like about trying things?

"Come on... you guys have skinny cheeks the next day and you can come and return your keys... except for one"

"... who's one of them? Is he dead?

"No. I'm just gone, no trace, no pretense."

Looks like the fifth.

Because I've lived a life of waves and waves - after I die in a dungeon somehow, I serve the Dungeon Master as an undead - two people who were confident I wouldn't move on a few things, but I just don't pull myself into this story.

"... can you give me a moment? Exactly. I can't decide on our own."

"I don't mind as us because we can't even sell... at your request?

"Oh, I can't tell you the details. Because you have some unusual personality, it is the request of your relatives that you prefer a location that is not likely to create ambience and distress."

"I see... well, as for us, it would be very helpful if we could buy and wear it even for a short period of time. I'll make an appointment for now."

"Nice to meet you"