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

On the second day of the May festival, Leelot was welcoming a slightly rare guest.

"... is that the problem 'non-fume store opening'?

"It's a crowd jumping one head out of the perimeter. No doubt about it."

It is the merchants of Yashlik who are rarely visiting the town of Leelot.

"The eagle" and "Zenzai" were in the puzzling reports of the secret detectives who unleashed them at the New Year's Festival. He was luring Leelot to see how it would go.

Although I knew immediately where the store I was looking for was - from the crowding that doubled around me - there was now another problem.

"... you're telling me to storm into that crowd...?

"... I'm going to be 61 this year..."

Among the merchants of Yashlik, the commercial capital of Israelis in the coastal country, there was a majority of elderly people. It was impossible to consult from the edges, such as when the sweet deceased went into a meeting.

In the end, he was admitted to being relatively young and energetic - Largin and one of the others were festived by the delegates and went shouting (and shouting) in the crowd...

"What!? No Zenzai?

"That's a cold weather product..."

I received an unexpected response and became a stiff feather. I never imagined that sweet treats were seasonal, but when you think about it, warm foods and drinks are something you can enjoy because it's winter. Secret detectives described the "Zenzai" thing as "like a sweet stew" - I couldn't imagine what it was like - and maybe it's something to eat in cold weather when it comes to stews.

"Mmmm... I can't help it. Then give me the eagle. Five servings."

"Ask for the eagle in the demonstration sales corner over there"

I got a refusal reply again. I just want to ask what it means, but the gaze of those waiting behind me is gradually becoming disturbing. We should draw heavily here. In the meantime, they told me where they were selling it.

"Over there..."

"It's... crowded again for a while..."

The places taught surround the spectators in a dozen dozen (if any) circles. The "eagle" in question seems to be at its heart...

"... what do we do? We don't even have a queue this time, do we?

"No... sometimes, but it looks like a guest is leaving the back and moving forward just for that matter"

... Then you'll have to be prepared to join that siege net.

That way, for more than forty minutes, the two chosen delegates will finally face each other with the actual "eagle" - so that the roots stopped moving like they had grown. … just like the tourists around.

"... how'd it go? You got something?

In response to that question, Largin hands in three cotton candies along with a complex expression.

"Try it first. It's a" weasel. "I thought" Zenzai "was a seasonal product, so I didn't sell it."

"Hmmm......"

From the merchants who ate, the voice of surprise is raised uniformly.

"Oh my... this is..."

"You're right about those who see things. I see no other expression."

Though we have convinced ourselves together, this fate is separate.