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

Mallow boy, an apprentice cleric working in a Mild Divine chapel, headed to the cellar when he returned to his house late at night. On the basement wall, there was a concealed door, which seemed not to be known at first sight - but difficult to figure out easily - leading to the basement of a house with one concealed passage stretched from it - in short, diagonally back. Just in case, Sir Holbeck had one of those handheld properties with hidden passageways in the Mallow boy's residence.

"Sorry to call you in late at night."

Sir Otto Holbeck was in the small room at the end of the hidden passage. He was the lord of this Baron Elgin territory and a friend of the boy's now late father, the Duke of Cleaver.

"No, please don't worry. So, what can I do for you?

Lord Holbeck checks on the boy before answering. There is still grief in the back of my eyes, but I was possessed by the boy before I came here, and my indifference as if I had given up everything is gone. You seemed right to take that elf's advice and deposit it here in one or eight. Sir Holbeck thought so with satisfaction.

"No, in a way, it's a steaming revelation of the content of the message before, but before and after taking off the homeland, do you have any idea of the same nobility who left the country?

Though the boy squeaked his eyes at the abrupt question, he immediately regains his mind and returns the answer.

"... I don't know everything, but not to my knowledge. We are the only ones who took the blame for that in the first place, so nobles in other houses have no reason to leave the country. Other than me, my youngest sister must have been taken away by her mother's grandmother... but I never heard of her leaving the country."

"Hmm...... It is difficult to say that Miss Lieselotte is well with her grandmother, but at least she has been reported to be spending time with Ken. Don't worry."

The boy looked like he stroked his chest down knowing his sister's safety, but still heard where he should be asked.

"... may I ask why?

"Hmmm... I don't know if it's true or false, but the nobleman suspected of being more exiled than Manastella seems to be in neighbouring Theodoram"

The boy's eyes were opened to such an extent that they could not be compared to earlier.

"Hey, Mallow, don't you think you're feeling kind of unwell today?

A group of young women hanging out in the corner of the dining room serving snacks and welcoming each other. They are officials who work for the Alliance of Adventurers in Elgin.

"I think. Why not?"

"Until yesterday it was normal, wasn't it?

"Yeah, yeah."

"And when I got home, did I get any bad news?

"Oh, but you didn't write to him yesterday, did you?

"Well... it's a message from someone."

"Who... who?

"Wait! What we have to do is not pry into her personal life!

"That's right...... I'll cheer her up before I do."

"Yeah. It feels like I saw it, it doesn't look like it's sad... maybe it wasn't bad news?

"Millie... you just said you wouldn't pry, right?

"Oh, this is different. Whether you cheer up or comfort yourself, it's up to the cause to do things differently, isn't it?

"That's right..."

"Isn't it? This is necessary."

"... is it strange how the young lady is doing?

In the corner of the tavern in the town of Elgin, the suburbans gathered for a whisper. The topic is Marr, a former aristocratic boy who has secretly exiled to the country after fleeing Solemn (Shikku) Qing in Manastella - who is now known as Mallow.

"Oh, you're not feeling well. Try to think of something."

"I don't see how you're grieving, so you don't have to worry about it."

"What's the reason?

"Last night, the lord here went into the house behind the young lady's house."

With the name of our subordinates being used in the name of the destruction of Marl's home, the subordinates in Elgin territory feel a burden on Marl. I thought it was natural enough to give him protection, and he was actually doing it.

"Oh... you're talking about your lord."

"So, are we talking about Manastella's own country?

"That's likely...... anything going on in that country these days?

"No... there was talk of launching something like an elf or an Orc liaison... it's not about that, is it?

"Probably not... but you haven't said anything from the contact group either, have you?

"So far."

"Well, that's not a very serious story, is it?

"Well, we don't know anything, and we can't move the table."

"Let's see what happens for a while."

Marr, the orphan of the former Duke of Cleaver family - the Mallow boy of the present and apprenticeship clergy - was watched by more, loving (?) eyes than he thought he was.