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

New Year's greetings visit Partridge Mansion. Sir Partridge seemed to be in customer service, but he bothered to respond.

"Thank you very much for your time.

"I didn't even show my face, so I thought they'd forgotten."

"No, I didn't want to bother you at the end of the year"

"What. You're always welcome. [M] Sometimes since then. Okay, let me introduce you. He's Bolton, the owner of the workshop who worked on your book."

That's what made me engage with a magnificent man. You're medium-tall but disappointed in your physique. At first glance I got the impression that I was a craftsman... I see. Are you the parent of the printing workshop? As a dungeon master, I'd shy away from more people, but as an illustrator, I guess you should be welcome. I don't even offer anything I think of as…, but greet (greet) each other for the first time.

"It's called Crowe. Nice to meet you."

"It's Bolton...... no, it is. I'm running a small printing workshop... I'm here."

"You don't have to worry about it. I'm younger."

With that said, Bolton parents pulled out their shoulders as relieved.

"It would help if you could say that. I don't like salutations. No, I think he's an illustrative painter, and he gets nervous without a pattern."

Ha?

"It's amateur eye stain, isn't it? If you're a parent, you'd be greeting some of the finer painters.

When I said that, my parents waved at me with great difficulty and denied my words.

"You shouldn't joke about it. After I get those two books out, you're gonna have to contact me. I thought I'd introduce you."

... what?

"Oh, yeah. Let me give it to you while I forget. This is my book. Thanks to you, I could see the day safely."

Sir handed me a book. "Excavations from the ancient city of Chardo and their descriptions" by W. Partridge. Turning the page around, I'll check out the illustration I did. Yeah, it looks good with me.

"I got a good job done at this time.... because when I was in Lupa, it was tough until I got to work"

"Ahhh... that young lady.... that illustration over there was amazing."

"Nothing like that... That's right, I heard an inquiry earlier?

When I said that, they were all together and sighed.

"Well... if I look at that painting, I can't..."

"I've had a lot of inquiries about you... Oh, I'm not leaking about you, either. Rupert, that's the same for you."

... It was Aotearoa's thunderbolt.

"I simply didn't know to get rid of it."

"The noblemen and their use are annoying... Rupert, I heard you pulled out your sword and chased them away."

That's it Lupa...... I didn't realize you were causing so much trouble......

"That's... thank you for your inconvenience..."

So frightened and apologized, they waved in an out-of-heart manner.

"No, no, no."

"I don't think it's annoying."

"Why don't you do us a favor?

That being said, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing else.

"So should I paint until it's almost cold?

That's what I asked, but the two of them disagreed.

"I think we should draw more and more."

"In a way, since your scarce value is the source of this noise..."

"I don't have anything else to draw."

That's what he remembered about Shard's sketch. Based on the pictures I took at that time, something I saw in my spare time and finished into a simple sketch is occasionally (by chance) in my bag. That's all I have so far......

"This is... Shaldo's" Sealed Ruins. "

"Yep. I stopped by on my way over here and made it up based on brief notes and memories. So it's very suspicious in terms of accuracy..."

"A soldier is scratching snow, did you actually see it?

"The morning after my stay was occasionally (by chance) a snowy scenery on one side. The Inn kid showed me around, but I just didn't have any spectators. I relied on my memories, and the details are suspicious."

It's not even a lie. The video recording was also used for reference, but I am confident that I could draw as much as I remember.

"... and the snowless view is from the day before?

"Hey, the day before yesterday, the spectator's hedge was amazing, and I didn't see any ruins. This was made by removing the snow from the sight of the ruins we saw the next morning and combining the scenery of the previous day."

This is also true. Except for the fine parts of the ruins, the video recordings were not referenced. Well, even when it comes to landscapes, it was easy to draw because only wasteland.

If you're talking about that, Bolton's parents and Sir Partridge are discussing it with some kind of hiccups. And my parents talked to me.

"Hey, it's Mr. Crowe. I need to talk to you about something, but why don't you leave this painting to me?

... what?

"What do you mean?

"Nah. Make this a small print for me and sell it as a souvenir."

What Bolton parents showed by hand was just about the size of a postcard. A postcard... a classic tourist souvenir.... No, there may be no postcards in this world. We need to be careful what we say.

"... a souvenir?

"Ouch. Shard's ruins have a reputation these days. I didn't even hear you cry once or twice about wanting to stretch your legs but you can't go for the convenience of your date. They're gonna be so comforting."

"But... can you sell something like this?

"I'll definitely sell it. You can't underestimate your paintings, can you?

Looks like you two got into a lot of trouble. It's not stingy to offer it instead of a nuisance fee...

"I understand. If you'll excuse me... I'll bring you a proper clean book in a day or two."

"No... I think that's enough..."

"That's not good. If I give you a sketch that just punched me like this, I'll be ashamed to the last generation."

"I don't know..."

In the end, the conversation began when the original copper prints were delivered to the parent workshop in one or two days.

... I couldn't imagine that happening to me at this time...