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

Everyone from Edge Village came to see me off the day I left for Banks. I'm not good with people and I'm in a cage, but I'm still happy when people show favor this way.

"It's late to leave this year, but is it the big husband?

"It's okay because I know most of the roads I took last year."

"Kando... if you get snow on the way, it's important."

"Well... if it's to Banks, I think it's a big husband."

"I'm still used to camping, so don't worry."

"Well, I'm not going to be careful. Sometimes you have to look around the mountain hut.

"Thank you"

I promised to rent a cabin next year. It's a relief.

"Hey, I took care of Crow this year. Never mind."

It's not as big a deal as they say. Making round balls at best, tailoring them to accessories, teaching you how to dye grass, teaching you how to eat edamame... yeah, I knew it wasn't a big deal.

"Soften things up enough..."

"Bye, Grandpa. We can talk about it in a nutshell, but we'll keep it until next year to meet in person. Until then, be a master."

"Hmm, the Lord is the one. Thank you. You seem to have a gift for getting into trouble. '

Not even on edge......

Well, depending on these things, we said a lot of goodbyes to everyone in Edge Village and headed down the same road as last year to Banks.

I wanted to go through Morrow after noon... but I feel something more lively than when I came forward...

"Romulus, Remus, do you have a minute?

'Yes?'

'What is it? Dear Crowe'

"I'm in Morrow town right now... I feel a little more lively than I used to be. Has anything changed over there?

'No... especially'

'Ah... with that said, you've had kids come in the meantime'

Child!?

Romulus told me that a 6-7 year old boy and a girl came in near the entrance to the Labyrinth the other day. If I just couldn't get my hands on it, eventually my parents called me out of the labyrinth and said I'd left.

"I heard my parents scolding me and my children crying, so it sounded like they scolded me severely,"

He decided it wasn't a separate emergency and didn't report it.

'So, what were the kids' clothes like?

'If you ask me... you were a pretty good garment. It didn't feel like nobility... does it feel like a child of a wealthy merchant'

Hmmm...... A wealthy merchant's kid and a little lively Morrow town hey......

At this time, I couldn't think of a common cause for the two events.