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

Olf says the prisoner woke up, so we rushed to the compartment where he was being held. However, as per the meeting, Ness is the only one out in front of the Necromancer.

But before you ask...

"What do you say? Looks like it's in your hands?

Through the monitors, Crowe observes the Necromancer, not the suspect in custody. I don't imitate that shallow, like suddenly hitting Ness on an unidentified opponent.

As a result of that observation…

'As far as appraisals go, you don't seem to be such a powerful necromancer.' Cause I got a light "appraisal" going. '

When there is a difference in my level, the inferior cannot appraise the superior. However, due to the success of the appraisal, Ness seems to have decided that he has a better advantage.

"Hmm... well, thank you for your hard work, but will you ask?"

I'm in awe.

"Did you wake up, human?"

The first time a man looked around in an obscure manner, he noticed the presence of Ness.

"You... no, you are the Lord of the Labyrinth here?

"You don't have to answer that. I'm the one asking the questions, man."

"Oh... Something's in the hall."

It feels like this is the Dungeon Master.

'Keane... you got something to say...?

"Ah, it looks like a man will reply, Master."

"What a disappointment."

"My heart is... broken... like..."

You must have known yourself by putting Ness in front of you. A man was talking about it the way he perceived it.

"... what do you want to hear?

"Everything. Who are you, who are you from, who requested you, for what purpose, to enter this dungeon? Wash it. Speak."

He was completely heartbroken by the lack of objection, rejection of the question, and the circumstances (not to mention) and the appearance of resistance, and spoke to Potty Potty Potty. No, it's good we talked about it...

'... something... different than I thought...'

"Do you have no back relationship..."

I knew the man was Theodoram or someone who came here to investigate at some request, and I just thought that it was the means for that to try to use the undead...

"Undead, is that what this is about?"

'Sounds like... no, well, as a necromancer, maybe in a way it's legitimate...'

"That was a simpler reason than I thought, Lord."

"Well... Sure, there will be no shortage of undead here in the" Abandoned Pit of Reprimination "..."

"... nothing ever comes here... the whole undead, the two of them, we can procure them anywhere...?

I was suspicious about that, too, but the man answered that, too.

"I want the strongest undead possible... and you're going to fight for me..."

"Oh... you know what..."

For a man to confess to a potpourri, he became a necromancer (necromancer) because of his interest in necromancy, but he was born weak and unsuitable for havoc. My job as an adventurer - he had no other choice. Well, that too - so he tried to make up for his lack of aggressiveness by at least getting a brave undead.

... what to say...