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

"Hey, it's an honor to meet you. We were really lucky to see you here."

"Ha..."

Now there are three men sitting side by side in front of me. The two men on both sides should be soldiers from the First Battalion we met in the library here before, certainly Dar and Krushank. And a young man sitting in a superior mood in the center...... a deputy of the 1st Battalion of the Royal Army, he said, Sir Manfred Warren. You're in a position like my (Dungeon Master) natural enemies...

(How did this happen...)

I was thinking back to what happened a while ago...

The day after delivering the original of Shard's prints to Bolton Parent's Workshop, parents had received a message that they would return to the Inn in the evening. I said, I want you to confirm it because I can try and imprint it.

You already printed it yesterday today!? And I was deeply surprised, but it was already late, so I decided to turn the visit the next day. When I visited the workshop the next morning, what I saw was a "trial imprint" that had already been imprinted about two hundred copies each.

"How many are there to try and imprint?

"No... it seemed like there was nothing strange about it..."

Surely there's nothing strange about it. However……

"You can't be sure if you're taking an accurate picture of the situation on the ground, can you?

"Oh, nobody's complaining if you can do this. There's a vibe out there."

"I hope so... how much are you going to sell?

"Whoa, I wanted to talk to him about that. First of all, it's for the original painting..."

"Parent!! It was unpaid!?

It was you, Michelle, who shouted like a goddess. [M] Well, I guess so. I handed over the original painting for the collapse (scraps), and I realized later...

"Yes, I don't like it. Momentum..."

"It's not with you! It's our credit issue!!

"Um... I forgot myself, so that's about it..."

You looked back at me like you saw something incredible, Michelle, but I bowed my head grandly after the dimension.

"I'm sorry. Whoa! Parents will keep it exactly simmered later, please forgive me!!

No, simmering my boss, you...

Eventually, I ended up getting one gold coin per original painting as a painting fee. One gold coin is too expensive for a sketch that isn't even a fine painting - I thought it was an exquisite half gold coin, but the other side didn't try to accept it. There was also a proposal for a percentage system, but I can't reside in Banks. I bought the original painting.

My parents said they would sell a single print for a single silver coin, but only God would know if it could be sold.

... that was about a week ago.

Now I'm being held in front of three members of the Royal Army.... How did this happen?

"No, you know you went to the shalds too, but don't let the sub-people's shalds fade."

Seems so.

"Show me the inside, and I'm loud enough to tell you to go public, but you can't let outsiders in without a full internal investigation yet."

I see.

"Inside, the scaffolding is bad, and on top of it, there are places where there is a pile of stone, which is dangerous."

I know.

"But thank you. It's getting harder to stick around..."

You want some?

"That's where your painting appeared!

Something's going wrong with the wind...

"This is an official request from the First Battalion, no, the Kingdom. I want to paint inside the ruins of Shaldo and make prints for the subpeople to wear."

... the whole thing, how did this happen...