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

In the middle of January of the year, at the border surveillance position of the Morvanian army, General Carbid had in front of him an order sent by the King's Palace - precisely what the communications clerk had written up about what had been sent by the demonic conductor comms - but eventually summoned his deputy.

The general asks when he sees the deputy who read the order he was given raised his face.

"Don't you think it's just a short circuit?

There are too many soldiers deployed in Shrek's fort, this is a force for the Morvanian attack - indeed, there may be no choice but to be told that it is a short circuit.

"Simply, prepare to expand the fort of Shrek - it would be more reasonable to think so"

"For once, I've pointed out the possibility."

"No pointing, nothing, this one would be destiny"

"That said, I am afraid if I am caught off guard and under my feet. I think that's what upper management's judgment is about. It's unlikely, but it's important to be prepared for it."

It was an honorable answer in a way, but the general seemed not satisfied with it.

"... what are you thinking?

Without answering the deputy's question, the general took a seat and looked out of the curtain building - at the snowy scenery on one side.

"In this snow, it's hard to get close without being noticed on the lookout. You can wear white clothes and get lost in the snow, but a drop in body temperature is inevitable. Moreover, only delude them with that degree of disguise if they are sufficiently distant. I can't get close enough to throw poison into the well."

Once I cut the word, I now turn to the area where the stable is located.

"Similar to the destruction of a horse house. At a time when there's snow, you think you're going to let the horses out, and the greats are going to"

"Isn't it possible enough to throw a fireball into the stable?

"What will that be? If the place is exposed, where can we escape through all this snow? If you're secured, there's no reason to delude you with Yota that you're a dungeon monster."

"What if it gets a little warmer, when the snow melts?

"I would have read the order. There was an immediate attempt to be vigilant. Cold clothes are meant for that."

"What is your dissatisfaction?

"There's only one possibility of that coming out the back. It's a very small possibility."

"Back eye?"

The general told me the answer when he saw a deputy who had failed to grasp the general's sincerity leaning his neck. The answer was a shock to the deputy.

"… is it a fire (Whisp) …"

"I don't think I forgot when the recruits were bluffed. It's not an easy job to take surveillance in the cold. When those fire (whispers) appear where attention and vigilance have become scattered, there is not necessarily anyone who wanders. If you do it badly, the alarm line breaks."

When Crowe planted gold at the Gertheim Foundry, he dispatched it to the Morvanian position as part of a positive move, a fire (Whisp) with the ability to charm. The seeds sown by Crowe a year ago were now about to sprout in unexpected ways.

"Do you consider the possibility that the guys at Theodoram will hold hands with the Dungeon Master?

"It is unlikely from what has happened so far. But it wouldn't be something you could completely ignore either. Besides, not unlike the dungeons, the Theodorams haven't developed the same kind of weapon."

If his (or his) "Theodoram Military Report" is correct, the Theodoram people will have already outrun themselves once. It doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't have any other hidden balls yet.

"Indeed… it is also a possibility that cannot be ignored"

A glimpse of the deputy who has suddenly contemplated it, the general lays down his life to the military.

"Get me Professor Habeel."