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

A whole spirit appeared before us as we were headed to the cave after our consultation with Grandpa.

"... but... of... if..."

... I seem to be saying something, but I don't know if my voice is small or the frequency doesn't fit, I don't know what I'm saying because of all the noise.... would my kids know?

"You guys know what I'm talking about?

'No... unfortunately you won't understand'

"The Spirit... both of us... with all sorts of things... because we are..."

My kids don't even seem to know what you're talking about.

I thought I'd have to go back to Grandpa and have him interpret this, and he stuck it on my forehead like the Spirit boiled the business.... Hey.

'If… then… then… if… then reply… come on'

"Oh? Interrupted, but I heard you."

'... then how about it?

When I tweaked my reading skills with the image of listening, even the Spirit tried various things, and managed to communicate with me.

"You, will you open the Spirit Gate?

"Didn't Grandpa tell you? There is something like a stomach proposal for once, but I don't know if it will work. Reinforcement and restoration of magic spots are still in prototype condition. I'm going to have to experiment with a lot of things. Even if the experiment succeeds, there are questions such as what to do with the tissue for it. It's not like I can give you an instant answer."

'... the hard part is fine. If you can help us, I can help you. Promise. "

No, it's a promise or something, but don't make up your mind.

When I try to complain, it feels like a glare (eyelid) glowing in front of me for a moment, and I accidentally meditate (crunch) my eyes. A little later I opened my eyes and there was a little girl floating in front of me.

Shorter dark hair with black eyes. The clothes you're wearing feel like Peter Pan or the naughty fairy pack that comes out of "Summer Night's Dream," but this is black again. All in all, she was a girl who felt like a black cat. - I don't have cat ears and tails.

"You look like a black cat (Shanor)..."

I accidentally grumbled, but the girl in front of me didn't miss hearing that.

'Shano... what did you say?

"Is that Shanor? In the words of my world, it means black cat. '

It's French, though.

'... Sounds good to me. That's what I'm going to do. "

As soon as the girl said that, I remembered the slight but magical feeling of being sucked away, and at the same time I felt like I was connected to the spirit in front of me. I rushed to put on the "exorcism" but it failed.

"... what's going on?

"Maybe there's an edge between me and you.

Not only does my figure increase before and I can see clearly, but I can also clearly understand the language I'm speaking.

Here's what I understood when I asked what was going on.

First, when the Spirit makes a "covenant" with man, a kind of covenant is established between that Spirit and man. This allows man to communicate willingly with the Spirit, but this is only a convenient and temporary contract, so to speak, and the Spirit can break this contract "unannounced and unilaterally" depending on his mood.

This "covenant" guarantees the right of a man with a covenant to do a favor to a particular Spirit, but it is left to the Spirit's discretion whether or not to hear that favor. However, if you don't bother to refuse a human request that you have made, you will lose the reputation of the Spirit, and most of all, you like the person and make a promise, so unless it's a rare thing, it seems normal to ask for a favor - of course, there is a premise that the Spirit can do everything. As a thank you for listening to my favors, they say that humans offer what the Spirit wants - mostly sweets, etc.

Now, in contrast, between me and this Spirit - Shanoah and the namesake - it seems that the one that was tied was a deeper "fringe" than the "promise".

While this "fringe" is connected, I know where the Spirit is, and the Spirit doesn't wear out because he gets magic supplies from me. Even when the word "parasite" came to mind for a moment, it seemed beneficial to both sides, and I thought over and over again that "symbiosis" would be reasonable.

... Never because I remember what it felt like to be a zombie.

'... so instead of getting magic from me, what can you do?

When asked so, the Spirit in front of him… Shanor answered, turning his body with a kurli.

'The Spirit can use his magic, but he can't do very big things. But you can also dive into a place that's hard for you to go and scout, right?

If I thought you preferred death or spirituality because you said something about dark spirits, that's not why. They are accustomed to encountering undead monsters simply because they often operate at night.

Anyway, it does seem convenient to have more reconnaissance power...

'No, wait. You're a spirit, aren't you? Yeah, well, why not dive into a human town or something? "

'That's not true. The Spirit is everywhere, and he can go anywhere. He doesn't look like a normal human being, and he has a valve to hide himself. I don't have to worry about losing my magic because I'm connected to you. Above all, I am the Spirit of Darkness, so I can operate wherever there is darkness'

I say it out of confidence, but I'd be in trouble if they imitated me dangerously on their own. Gathering information doesn't even make you realize what you're looking for. Let's stab one nail so we don't imitate ourselves here.

"You can't keep your mouth shut and do dangerous imitations to me more than tie me to the edge."

"Huh?

You look oddly happy, don't you?