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

Snow scenery on one side. It feels good inside to carve a footprint on the path of fresh snow that no one has passed. Because of the early morning, I don't see any other travelers going out from front to back. Earn your morning itinerary by walking in an upbeat mood and sometimes shooting farsighted and snowy views of the shalds. See the right place for lunch. The lunch box the innkeeper made for me is like bread and dried meat, and I'm going to be pretty bloated. Unlike commercially available dried meat, the flavoring is thin because it is not considered for long-term storage. It may be that the season is winter and the food is difficult to rot. Whatever it is, I'm glad it has a decent flavoring as well as dried meat that's just salty. If you want salt air, you'll adjust it with something like a pickle that comes with it. I also hemmed each of the demons caged in the nostalgia (two places), but they had a reputation for being quite delicious. The inn's rice was delicious and Keane was holding her heartbeat.

Rest after lunch, then resume the itinerary. I don't see any other travelers so far. Though occasionally powdered (ko) snow (yuki) strikes, the sky is blue and clear, and the cold air tightens itself. There was nothing wrong so far.

Not until Keane's ominous remarks pop up.

"Master, at night, what do you do?

'Hmm? We're going back to the apartment as usual?

'No... camping gear for winter, you didn't bring it, did you?

Ah......

I almost noticed that I would need (I) to do something like that. On the face of it, how do you spend a night of snow? I don't have a tent for winter. Collect the snow. The teardrops... No. There is no amount of snow that far.

"Do we have to keep walking all night..."

'What will you do to adjust your time?

'... come back here before dawn and fly away from the eyes?

"Yes, footprints, huh?

Ah......

'Really... all night long... do we have to walk?

None of the subordinates respond.

If the carriage or at least some other traveler would come, I could tell you that my footprints were lost...

I hit it earlier and it changed and I started walking. I felt like I heard the Yakota Mountain theme.

Four hours of walking down a snow path without meeting a traveler who goes along as one. Keane gave me a bizarre idea when I was about to break my heart. He seemed to think hard with his friends in the pocket.

"Master, can't you replicate footprints in alchemy?

I accidentally forgot to think about tiredness in Keane's point. Alchemy "replication" is a skill that allows you to replicate many things you have made yourself in a short time. And the footprints... sure... it doesn't make any difference what I made (...)...

If you try it, you'll know that when you run "replication" of the alchemy... I could do it. My footprints. On a snow surface that I haven't even walked on. Firmly.

Reduce the excitement. Just in case, try to "replicate" the series of footprints for the ten meters left behind, all at once forward.... succeeded without any problems.

'We can go! Keane, you've come up with this all the time!

"Eh heh heh."

It was me who was floating around, but when I realized something was happening, I felt cold.

'Ah... but if someone calls in the middle of the night...'

No, if you go through a wolf, not a person... what you haven't come across becomes unnatural...

It was now Rye and Slay who gave me the crackdown, all at once depressed by the floating recoil.

"I will, I will, I will, won't I?

'No... more than that, why don't they leave the demon stone of photography behind? While you're sleeping, we can take turns watching the magic stones. "

'Cause if you need anything, I'll wake you up'

Thank you, you guys. I'm a happy man...