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

Today is the second day of the May Festival, the so-called Medium Day. Blessed with good weather and a good crowd. While the faces of the merchants opening at the May Festival were bright, the Yale merchants coming out of Theodoram had a face that wouldn't float... No, he looked exactly like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

On behalf of Vazari, who had fallen without a shadow of the past, I was entrusted with the opening of the May Festival as a pioneer in building a new intelligence hub in this Leelot - in short, Yale Tavern - but... the first day's revenues were inconceivable. Normally, I would say it's a ton. Well, I can say it's black, but this time I'm looking at the domestic consumption of a lot of wheat, so I brew a lot of ale and bring it in. Yale was originally built in Marcto's brewery, which previously supplied Yale to Vazari. As the distance from Vazari to Leelot has increased, Yale's Nippon (also) has become even more demanding. When it comes to the nearest town in Leelot, it's Nil, but there's no big brewery in that town. So this time I brought in what I brewed in Marcto as usual... but if I do poorly, this bet may go out with the culprit. We need to find out as soon as possible what caused the sales slump and get rid of its culprits (...) …….

Construction of a foreign intelligence base, arguably Theodoram's national policy. The merchants - in fact, members of Theodoram's intelligence forces - had no hesitation in eliminating what prevented them.

The two of them were looking for a tavern - which should be a tavern - that took guests from their store. If you don't find it early and "deal with it," the ale you bring in can be wasted. Yale is not a Nippon product. In the unlikely event that there are many sales surpluses and we are in a deficit, we get all the way down to ourselves and our ratings go down. Unlike the Yale merchant who led the merchants - a veteran of an intelligence field who pretended to be - it is selfish motive, but it can also be said to be true. The two soldiers from Theodoram - posing as escort adventurers - were looking for their competitors with their eyes like plates. It may have been impossible for two people with some blood on their heads to find a store that had been busy with customers since an early age and decide that they were going to be competitors.

"I found it..."

"Can you reward me right away?

"No... corner. You can see what they're selling."

"Oh... speaking of which, I'm just thirsty."

The two of them are well behaved and in line... but as they progress, they realize that this is not really a tavern. There is a line above the sales floor that seems to be written (menu)... but it says that it is fruit water from tea. I don't know what a tan sun is... However, all the customers come back with the drinks they bought looking important. From that look and gesture, it is clear that he made a satisfactory purchase.

"What do we do? Sounds like it's not a tavern..."

"I don't know what it's like to come this far and go back. Let's just have a drink. You don't have to be Yale to moisten your throat."

In the meantime, the two of them decided to moisten their throats and proceed straight to the sales office. I had noticed earlier that the seller is a young daughter of a sub. They all look neat and wear matching garments like noble servants.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?

It was the young - at least looking young - daughter of the elves who responded when their turn came. For a subhuman, he gets a blind eye at quite a bit of instrumentality, but he regains his mind and orders a kind of herbal tea. It's a bit sinister but would be good for paying for the heat. My colleague was ordering fruit water.

"Yes, I did. Are you sure you want to add sugar?

"... sugar?

"Yes. Up to a glass is served free of charge. Some customers would like to remove sugar, so we would like to know your preferences."

You think it's sugar in a store like this? Anyway, it would be something confusing or a crude product mixed with lumps... but that's how you got the countrymen. That was abominable, little girl. I'm a Theodoram soldier. I've spoken of sugar many times.

"Right, let's get you in"

"Yes."

In front of the two of them, the subhuman (non-fumed) woman puts a teaspoon (teaspoon) of sugar from the kettle into each vessel and hands it with a spoon. The "sugar" shined brighter than either of us had ever seen. To the two distracted, the elf woman hands her drink. The price was one half silver coin.

"Please mix well and enjoy"

Half-hearted, the two get to their seats nearby and mouth each drink. The first thing I noticed was the cold. I should have noticed when they handed it to me, but I was distracted by the bright white "sugar" and wasn't aware of the coolness of the vessel. The two of them mouthed the cup in surprise. The mouth has a soft, clean sweetness that is not slightly eggy. Never a sticky sweetness, but a sweetness that enhances the original flavour of herbal tea. From the look on my colleague's face, I can see that perhaps fruit water is as well.

The two of us were distracted by the taste of bliss, but eventually we realize the big deal.