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

"Has the New Year's Eve season arrived again this year... you're still absent this year"

Lanobe writer Wu (Tease) Maru (Maru) Liang Zhi (Na but Yuki), who has a pen name for Black (Kuro) Wu, decided not to attend the annual meeting because of an event. The events that caused it… Or that the first time he was invited to the publisher's annual meeting by the editor in charge, Ms Kurama, was not long ago enough to say that he was leaving now. Ever since I was punished at the annual meeting at that time, I have decided not to embark on the invitation of Dr. Kuro Wu, the club and anything named after her, but Ms Kurama.

The "Worst Annual Meeting in Personal (...) History" as he put it began with a very natural greeting (greeting).

"... and well, that's it for those stories, and one thing for you guys tonight, drink a lot, eat, and have fun with the intention of removing a year of dirt"

After the president's greeting (greeting) - I guess he's excellent as a manager, around not being too redundant. Reading the air is an important ability - when you finish the model toast, the participants are thoughtfully toasting and bickering. In such a corner of the venue, I, Wu (teasing) Maru (maru) Liang Zhi (nagayuki), the rushing writer, are avoiding the eyes and peeking at what is called the (so-called) annual meeting of the publishing industry.

Although I had published an amateur novel on the website, I had absolutely no relationship with the industry of this hand, so I got on with the invitation with curiosity as to what kind of distraction I could see, but it looks like a very common salaried annual meeting...... No, it's not like I know a regular salaried annual party.

"Dr. Kuro Wu, are you enjoying yourself?"

My editor in charge, Ms Kurama, has spoken with a slightly powerless voice. A seemingly honwacky woman, but this still seems to be a talented woman from Tsuda Sook. When someone more educated than me calls me a teacher, the little citizen's me is restless.

"Thanks to you, I'm enjoying myself."

I'm not lying. As I sneak up on my ears, I hear all sorts of backstory allekores. That's a lot of fun and for.... the most important piece of information can be about my representative, Ms Kurama. I've noticed lately that this editor, he seems to be quite a crook.

If you want to give an example...... yes, I say the age of women is hard to tell, but this editor is particularly inclined to do so. Clothing and makeup change from day to day. Let me tell you something, clothing and makeup that goes with TPO is fundamental as a social worker... I secretly suspect that it just fits my taste.

Because once it came to a meeting at the coffee shop - I honestly didn't want to get carried away - when I went to the meeting place, a Lady Grasshopper appeared dressed in a lady-style fashion like I'd never seen before. I didn't know who it was for a second. But, well, that was still good.

It was later that it was not advisable, and it was the so-called (so-called) butler coffee that was guided. "Welcome home, lady," she nodded gracefully, entering the store in an unmistakable foothold. I'm not going to make up my mind about Tonzura now, and I followed her after a short tour. There was nothing to say about the elegant construction in the store... but from the time a man solidified himself in butler-style clothing came to pick up his order politely, he felt an unspeakable sense of indiscretion. By and large, the butler would not carry tea utensils in a basin. That's what a "servant" does.

In any case, because Ms Kurama's outfit matched so brilliantly with what was going on in the store at that time, it aroused suspicion that this person, according to his hobby, was deciding on a place to visit the clothes. Now it grows with certainty.

If changing clothes is just a hobby, I'm not going to say it anyway. If it doesn't bother others, I don't mind a hobby range. If that hobby doesn't even push my taste - to my novel - in an attempt to "rot" somewhat, as the rumors say, though.

Why did she invite me to the annual party like that? I should have suspected a little more.

"Ah, teacher's glass, you haven't lost it at all ~. You can't ~. It's manners to empty alcohol with a note (s) in these seats ~"

With that said, the lady tries to put a note on my glass of liquor.

"Hey! Isn't that vodka!? Don't mix it with beer!... Oh, no more"

When I have to empty the beer, I get vodka in an empty glass.

"Well, a toast back."

"Oh, no, I didn't bring the glass by accident."

"It's okay, there's an empty glass right here."

When I told her that, the lady stiffened herself for a moment. That's an unexpected look. So... you're a convicted criminal after all?

"... Um, why, a mara glass?

"Oh. I thought I'd have a non-alcoholic beverage later, so I got some extra. Because I don't like it when the taste is mixed."

"Well, then I would have liked to take vodka that way..."

"I don't have time for that. Isn't Kusama there? Here you go."

When you press the glass, the vodka is immediately taken note of.

Cheers.

"Oh, cheers, no, no..."

I'm not proud of it, but I'm still a strong drinker. But the lady also seemed to be a medium wobbly, and the wobbly, which had been reduced to about a third from the beginning, was soon emptied.

"Oh, you're empty. Let's get the next bottle. Now a little refreshing, yes... shall we make it gin or something?

"Yes, no, because I still have work to do tomorrow..."

"Huh? The president just said it was a job delivery, right?

"Ahhh..."

After that, when she was swallowed by gin, rum, wine, liquor and champagne, the lady finally raised her roots. Me? I slowed it down so they wouldn't notice me on the way.

"Shh... sorry... hey, no more... as a woman..."

"Oh, are you okay? Shall I walk you to the bathroom?

"Yes, no... it's okay..."

She was called out later as she dropped off the lady who was leaving in her footsteps.