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

The surplus hand struck by Crowe - the copper "corpse" - was to spread more ripples than the person had expected.

"It looked like a golden golem, but was that really a golem?

"The little golem that I slashed off my arm..."

"What did we really attack...?

The warfare of the soldiers confronting the dungeons has never been more diminished. No, it wasn't just soldiers. Commercial guilds were no longer talking about gold, and adventurers were trying to stay away from the border.

"Playing with the dead and trampling their dignity is not forbidden. The doctrinal denominations differ, and we hereby declare that we have seen a consensus on this point.

The religious community adopted a resolution condemning the Dungeon Master. Again, this was unprecedented.

And there were countries with heads on this trend. Theodoram and Marcus, considered parties. If you try them, you can't put someone from another country in a dungeon that might pass into your own territory. This is a valid opinion from a defence point of view. But public air is no longer the kind of situation that allows it. Do we allow access to the dungeon with respect for public opinion, talk to other countries and embark on a dungeon crusade, or do we just stick our way into the dungeon from a defensive point of view, or do we just face other countries where Theodoram and Marcus form an alliance of victims and come out loud? They were so hunted down that they were even given such serious consideration to such an opinion.

The heads of state know that there is nothing to gain when they hunt down the two countries concerned so far. So I was thinking about hand-taking in the right place, but some of them didn't know what that was about. Just those who are flushed by the atmosphere and raise their voices about the Dungeon Master, those who calculate profits from the dungeons, those who want a place to fight to raise their names, etc.

Someone showered cold water where hardship theory occupied the mainstream and was nearly impossible to clean up. I am a Morfan of the great North.

Morfans were worried that some agitators were destabilizing society by stirring people's hearts up (naughty) after they prefaced that it might be different for them to pinch their mouths (beaks). The dungeon in question is in the territory of Theodoram and Marcus. Are those who insist on attacking that dungeon without knowing the clear circumstances, that is, making good citizens attack other countries, in other words, are aware that they are trying to cause a world war? And whoever rides that ass horse is going to draw their own family into the war?

This Morphan statement was sufficient to calm the excited citizens once and for all. But morphans pursue. If the Lord of that dungeon is manipulating the dead into a metal golem, who will kill the golem, and what will he do with the golem? In the first place, is that golem a person who's been transformed into a metal? Or is it a doll that only transferred the soul of the dead? It has nothing to do with the dead. Is it just a golem? If the metal golem is the end of the dead, who can say that all the metal in the dungeon is not?

The impeachment of the relentless Morfans continues even further.

The origin of the suppression (in the first place) stems from the fact that the religious community made the first statement. Does the religious community have enough information about the dungeon to make such a statement? If so, why not publish it? Or did you just bark up toward that fantasy, citing an unsolicited fantasy without any deep thoughts? As those in a position to guide the people, can we swear to God that our actions are right?

No one can answer these open questions, which can even be described as verbal solemnity, and the matter was sedated with bad aftertaste left behind.

The reasons for Morfan's intervention in this form have not been revealed in later years. However, it is said that Morfan did not like the destabilizing trading routes linking his country to the South, so he tried to put up the noise.

There have been rumours that envoys with questions about beer had been dispatched from the upper levels of Morfan to the village of Doran, but it remains unclear whether this is also true.