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

In the office behind the Royal Castle of Theodoram, the king and his deputy were secretly discussing it.

"... you said it was a call from Nil's Adventurer Guild?

"Yes, the Illustrian search party guys, good thing they don't have instructions, they seem to be washing the trail connecting our country to Illustria out of one end. It looks like we're going to explore the Emmen and their break-in route."

"Shit, can't you tell an angel to stop imitating trouble?

"What are you going to say? You cannot give orders from us to the angels of another country. Because the other side has a big name."

"... deceiving an angel's instructions..."

"I can't. They will not follow any more uncertain instructions than they are soldiers."

"Send out the angel now."

"Even using Feilong (Wyburn) is a distance that takes more than two days. Your Highness won't be in a hurry, so you won't be able to reach him during this time."

"Yeah, the angry ones."

"Originally trails around there can't be used for military operations. There are other ways to infiltrate, and you're going to have to give up."

From King Theodoram's office, that night, I heard abusive rumblings that I couldn't hear...

"Thank you for waiting, Illustrians"

"This is Lord Torland, this is the one who suddenly pushed, and I apologize for the inconvenience"

It was Sir Torland, who strives for the foreign secretary of Theodoram, and the nobleman of the foreign service who was entrusted with the task of being an illustrative angel, who began to transform each other with a dazzling face. It is where the lid of battle was cut.

"How was your visit today?

"No, actually, we were blessed with the opportunity to take a tour of the King's capital while we were waiting and dressed, and we were able to deepen our sights and hearings."

"Ha, this is a joke. As long as you're ashamed of being just boneless, compared to the king's capital of your country. Well, we and the people like it."

"No."

"No."

After the hairless jab's reward, the Illustrative Angel cuts the point in casual wind.

"Sometimes, alley rumors say that Shrek and the dungeon appear and the monster is overflowing?

The Foreign Secretary pounds his tongue in his belly, but it was a cool word out of his mouth - along with a mild bitterness to such an extent that he does not lose his goods.

"It's overflowing, isn't it? At the time of the appearance, the little May fly flew around some ghost, but that's all. It's quiet now."

"I also heard you say you saw the dragon?

Sir Torland can curse at will in his belly, but he still doesn't break the calm and elegant tone.

"You do get reports like that. But as for that... there are voices raising doubts as to whether it has an entity... or if it is something like a phantom or a ghost."

"The Dragon Ghost!?

(Ooh? I was in charge of being aggressive, but you're eating more than I thought. This... can you go on this line?

"Yeah. That's the only time something dragon-like was confirmed. Since both wild horses escaped, the subsequent children have not been confirmed, but it is true that neither the shadows nor the ringing of the dragons have been confirmed in the vicinity. Moreover, according to the troops who were subsequently placed under dungeon surveillance, no dragons have been confirmed since then".

(Hmm... It sounds like I'm going to say it myself, but it sounds really (more) good. Outreach, the facts are imminent. I don't know. I look forward to reporting to Your Majesty. This is going to be a delicious evening's dinner... you might want to try some awesome luxury)

"Then, by His Majesty's life, we tightened surveillance and sentry on the troops we distributed everywhere, but no dragon sightings have been reported yet. There are many strange things to see in the light of known dragon behavior. … No, this was a theory to Buddha for more guests than Illustria"

(Ho ho, don't think about it with a hard face. You were able to get rid of the thought over there?... Do you want to smoke a pinch? There must have been a Wyburn one.)

"… so that the threat posed by the dragon has not been confirmed in your country at the moment?

"It's just for the moment."

(Hmm. My lord the angel can't be followed either. Make an aperitif a wine from the ship, too, hmm)

"It's superimposed. All I can say is brilliant."

"No, I just wanted to say that the gift of training (occasionally) from plain vegetables... but in fact, you've just been blessed with luck"

(Hmm? Something's wrong with the clouds. Didn't you come here to put on the difficulty?

"No, being loved by the Goddess of Fortune is a testament to God's blessing and gift of his kingdom. As long as I envy you."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(You old Illustrian fox, what the hell are you thinking?... keep the aperitif the usual one)

"But... if there's no danger, I'd like to inspect the dungeon that your country has created."

"What!?

What's wrong with your head, my angel?

"No, it's not just about getting inside the dungeon. He wants to see how things are going from afar, and then he wants to hear from people in your country."

"I don't know. Why are you so obsessed?

"You know, we have a lot of monsters and dungeons in our country. Neither the damage nor the hard work of the people can be ignored. When you hear of a new dungeon in your country, you can't be indifferent."

(Hmm... the aim of Illustria is our nation's dungeon... or the dragon that emerged over there?... No wait, speaking of Shrek, you've just recently expanded your garrison... do you want the knob to stay the usual cheese? That's pretty yummy too)

"But... when His Holiness the Angel stops by, are the search party waiting in Nil in trouble too?

"Let's run those who use them there today. I've also been told by the people above to ask about the dungeons in your country, and I'd like to take you into consideration."

Sounds pretty serious...

"We will not be able to provide an immediate response on this occasion as to whether or not we can guide our neighbour, His Holiness the Apostle. It will be after you play to Your Majesty and call the Cabinet?

"Nice to meet you."

(Jeez, I think I'm gonna get more work... no dinner tonight)