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

Without dreaming of Yaltanism, suspecting that it might be the mastermind of the sugar noise… etc., the merchants of the coastal countries were still meeting today in a painting of Yashlik.

"... So you're telling me you didn't see the Dwarves?

"Oh. I don't know why, but a lot of the Dwarves seem to be away."

"... did you go all the way to Yuji?

Of course not.

The Dwarves disappeared all because of the information that came from the liaison meeting - that they could use nitrous stones to cool the beer.

For Dwarves who lacked magic and could not use the magic of cooling, the technique of cooling with nitrous stones was difficult to replace anything. Sometimes the Dwarves had been told not to leak it to anyone else, and they had gone anywhere and for nothing.

What, a hard winter trip?

Can you give water to the enthusiasm of the dwarves?

The fact that the ground is covered in snow makes mining difficult does not prevent Dwarves from doing so.

Nevertheless... even in Israelis who doubt if they've seen the real beer... there seems to be something out of line about the Dwarves' enthusiasm.

"... well, if you couldn't see me, I can't help it. It's more about magic tricks. Subhuman...... Even a non-fume would be more fateful to elf than a dwarf"

"No, that's..."

"Hey...... you're telling me you didn't even see the elves?

"No, I met a few of them... but I didn't really get the answer. I've never seen the real thing, but irresponsibility can't be said."

"Well... so is that..."

Half is true.

The elves the merchants met have also heard about the cotton confectionery machine through the liaison meeting. However, this time the store was opened in Illustria and Manastella, so I am sure that I did not participate in the store opening, so I did not see the actual product.

"There are other things I've tried not to tell the magician or merchant I know... I still don't see why. But one of the artisans said something funny."

"Ho...?

"I've never heard or thought about the craftsman's magic props for processing sugar, but make it, come to think of it, and say that sugar can be used for lubrication."

"... to the point of becoming. That makes sense."

"What about the structure?

"I haven't even seen a weasel in kind, but I can't even tell. That's the same point as the elves. Just..."

"Just what?

"Why don't you just say it without getting hurt?"

"No... the craftsman said that you would need sugar every time you tested the workmanship, and it's more of a culinary field than a magic item."

With unexpected but convincing allegations, merchants think Uh-huh.

If you ask me, why didn't you notice there?

"So I asked the cook at the mansion..."

"... What did the cook say?

"… fluffy, melting when put in mouth? And is it sweet?

"That's the story. I've never spoken of the real thing.

"If it's sweet, it's definitely sweet... is it like meringue?"

Meringue, which foamed egg whites and added sugar and flavors, was already known in Europe in the one thousand and six hundred 's. Similar treats seemed to exist in this world. By the way, they don't seem to know about "Carmela Grill" or "Carmela".

Anyway...

"But... when I was making it, I heard it sprang up a little bit in the plate. That's not how Meringue works, is it?

"Indeed……………

- That's what happened.

"... don't you know the point?"

"No... I guess I can even say it seems generous..."

Everyone in the line looked back at the elderly merchant, who expressed his differences as he conceived.

"... at least neither the magic craftsman nor the cook knew how the tools in question worked - not alone."

"Alone......"

"What are you trying to say?

"No, I mean, it's a total imagination, but I was wondering if there might be a presence involved that should also be called a 'demon cook'..."

"'Demonic cook'!?

"What is it, it!?

"... magic, or the craftsman who cooks with magic props...?

"Sure... if it exists like that..."

"No, Ning, I can't think of any other answer."

No, it's not.

... No, it's not the same in this world, but the original way of making cotton confectionery has nothing to do with magic or demonic tools.

"No... but wait. That's not what I'm trying to say."

"What!?

"In short, it's why we need sugar, magic props and cooks, at least, to make this' eagle 'and dope. Who can prepare them?

"… at least more powerful than the aristocracy… is there a possibility of royalty…"

"Or you're an overseas sperm sugar man..."

"Right there."

The senior merchant looked around at everyone in the line, not to mention saying that this was the real deal from here.

"Why did you open that diet to the common people? What did you get as a result?

"Mmmm... sure..."

I put my arms together and thought about it, but the merchant went on to talk about it.

"Okay? We're merchants, so let's think about it as merchants. What makes a merchant make a big investment? What time is it? Isn't this the time when we can expect big profits?

... what? And how much profit does that mean?

The sound of swallowing gokuri and saliva echoes there.

"What's more... maybe it's just the beginning, huh?

A voice like hiccup leaked from somewhere.

"Somehow, this is the one who did all the tricks. So far, we've done a little research, and fate is a much greater possibility..."

The merchants stood without words.