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

Keane, who occasionally (by chance) stayed on the spot while Crowe was unpacking in the apartment, was prompted to look at the rat car and ask questions.

"Master, what is this?

What?... Oh, the one I know who took it from me when I moved. At that time, I was hoping to keep a hamster or something sooner or later, but I ended up leaving it so far. I was going to dispose of it because I wouldn't even have it in the future...

'Say it's a rat car... so that the rats you keep don't lack exercise...'

As for Crowe, it was meant to be a brief and clear explanation, but it seemed different to the submissive demons.

"Huh? Do you keep rats or something!?

"It is… the first ear…"

"No food, no pranks, no pranks, do you?

I thought you might want to take a look at the crops in the field.

"Your husband's world is full of unimaginable things..."

I was greatly surprised. I explained that it's a rat for fun...

"Rats for Love...... is it"

"The white-haired... things the royal nobility... keeps... I don't know... I hear..."

'Well, think of it that way in this world. Otherwise, we won't be able to talk. So, he keeps it in a cage for the rat's exercise. "

Explaining that, Keane said she wanted to try. Well, isn't it impossible in size......

"Wow! Wow! Wah!

Oh...... it was a disaster that my body was light, and as soon as I parked my legs, did they swing by the inertia of the car?

'Master! This is interesting!

"Ho... so now you're me..."

Keane and Slay are cheering, but the other three look delicate.

'I don't go in size'

"Not so fast. Huh? Don't move."

"I... can't run in the first place."

'Me, you're going to catch your head...'

Oh, no, Shanoah, I thought I'd give you a shot.

(But...)

Crowe thought when he heard their appeal. Shouldn't this place, as a servant/contractor, look for playthings for all of them to enjoy?

(Cat jaws and yarn balls...... you look angry. Is Frisbee or catchball impossible? No, can you use a balance ball or something? Sheesaw on the slide...... looks like we could all enjoy this area, but it's a little narrow to put in the apartment...... or do you have a pet-sized sheesaw or something? Maybe there's a slide... but you're going to make your own. Well, that's fine. The trampoline... I think I'll take it, but do I have to make this myself? Besides, if it's a sticky fungus (haifa), it'll crumble and splash with the impact of falling... I'll have it in a pet bottle... wait, a pet bottle... in a transparent container... was there anything like that?

Crowe fishes his memory diligently.

(Uh-huh... ah! Yes, there must have been a clear ball of plastic that would let you exercise with a hamster or something inside. Something like a ball... can't we all have fun with that?

It is this man's bad habit to be invisible when he is enthusiastic, but the devils stare at the clowns who are delayed in their thoughts with a caged eye of anticipation. Since when is Shanor in it?

(But... commercials are for hamsters. Is it a little harsh in terms of size and shape?... Do you want to make your own out of alchemy?... No, still, if it's the size of a win, do I have to be a pretty big one... No!

Here Crowe realizes something extra. I notice.

(In space magic, there must have been some magic of space expansion. Grant me that...)