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

"What do you mean, we don't know what's going on with the dispatchers?

The king's - a mixture of anger and confusion - voice echoed in the castle of Theodoram.

"That's... the report of those who were waiting in Nil says that the advance Feilong (Wyburn) unit did not arrive at a fixed time first. However, the commander was given considerable discretion in this operation, and those who were waiting in Nil knew that, so he did not report thinking that there would have been some change. But the next day, the next day, the main unit didn't arrive, but I didn't hear from him, and he didn't answer the call from Nil, so I finally remembered that something had happened..."

"... Damn, it's unusable.... No, in this case, should I say that the discretionary power thing is behind it..."

"I never thought anything unforeseen would happen in my country..."

"So? Knowing that wise subordinates have already dealt with it at their discretion, the rest aren't going to be as narrow as pissed off?

"We got the scouts out of the ranch in Renville where we were assembling troops before we left. I'm sending one mage, an extra one from our house. They are ordered to follow the scheduled route of the Illustria Dispatch and to keep in constant contact to see if there are any anomalies."

"So? Did you get anything?

"So far, no anomalies have been identified. Last call was from Renville to camp at two days' notice."

"If something goes wrong, after that."

"Yes, so I have instructed the scouts to hurry that far"

"I'm in the middle of a rush to the site right now..."

"It will be three days even if I hear from you. I also thought about using Feilong (Wyburn), but given the subsequent investigation, I thought horses were more user-friendly..."

"Fine. I have no intention of disputing it at all. I just can't wait for the reward to come..."

The communication that Theodoram's investigative team had reached the final camp arrived sooner than imagined by the King and his deputies, late in the second day.

"... sounds like you made it quite impossible"

"I guess they know the importance of things, too. They're going to search as soon as the night breaks."

"Be very careful and tell them to keep in touch. I don't want to lose any more of my ability."

"Yi."

It was the face of an investigative team that started the search overnight, but I couldn't get a clue as to one thing.

"Oh, no, Deli, did you find anything?"

"No, how about you?"

"I'll see."

Five scouts and one magician sent from Renville were making pairs and searching a wide area, but they couldn't get one. No... just one...

"I'm pretty sure something happened around here because the marching trail of the troops is plumpingly interrupted here..."

"But there's no trace of it. Yanley, can't the sorcerer sense anything?

"You can't. You can't sense any unusual magic residue or signs of the dead."

That's what they're talking about. There's a vast dungeon in their basement, albeit on one level only. However, unlike normal dungeons, Crowe created them with dungeon magic, so there is no opening to the surface and no magic leaks. As a precaution, Crowe referenced Vazari's surveillance base in building this dungeon, employing a two-tiered structure that wrapped a strong inner dungeon in an outer dungeon with concealment capability. For this reason there was little danger that the presence of an underground dungeon would be exposed. In addition, Crowe used even necromancy to retrieve the body, so he could not feel what was called the sign of the dead.

"... there was nothing here to say that there was no sign of the dead?

"No, we're interrupting footprints and wheel tracks. I'm pretty sure something happened here."

"Jesse, you, you must have been an adventurer before, right? Don't you see any traces of monsters or anything?

"Because I didn't run into so many monsters either... In the meantime, I couldn't find anything like footprints or shit"

"What do we do now?

"For once, report something you didn't know, and I wonder if we could move on without any particular instructions. Not that there's any trace of it left."

"That's a reasonable line."

"But... that's a place where there's really nothing. Even though grass and shrubs (kanbo) grew everywhere until a little while ago, they didn't even exist here. It's a landscape killing place."

"Oh, that's why the locals call me Odrant - The Wasteland -"