Kujonin

"Ah ... it's delicious"

"This is the new tea of the year."

The dungeon master put green tea instead of teapot only in hot water.

At present, I, Aisle, and Bersa are at the bottom of the well, the dungeon master's living space.

Much like a world-renowned plumber, the dungeon master, Marquez, did not have a three-letter surname and name.

After our self-introduction, we sit in a corner of a room with a sturdy leaf-knitted rug.

There is a table on the rug, which is very calm for a Japanese.

Isle and Versa were a little perplexed that they were not chairs.

Speaking of which, in this world I would sit on the floor directly like a slave or me when making medicine.

"Is that a dungeon core?"

Bersa pointed to a large golden ball sitting on the back shelf.

"No, it's a monster magic stone. The dungeon core is underground all the time. That's where only I can go."

"That big magic stone ... no way !?"

"Is it a giant monster on the ground !?"

Aisle and Versa exclaim.

"That's right. In order to maintain the dungeon, you'll need a big gemstone because many small gemstones can't output at once."

A dungeon is a great system.

Huge mazes and vast forests. There are also lava zones and deserts on the lower level.

Among them, a huge number of demons live.

Dungeon master Marquez said that he created the environment alone.

If I praise me honestly

"Thanks to Geist Taylors, it's been a lot easier."

Said Marquez.

Geist Taylor is a superclass of Ghost Taylor, the fake elves that created the village.

"Why are you making yourself an elf?"

"If you want to protect the forest, you're an elf? And a personal hobby."

"Where are the strongest demons in this dungeon?"

"How about. The lower the level, the stronger the demon's strength will be, but in fact, in terms of individual strength, the monster on the ground is probably stronger."

"How many monsters are there in the dungeon?"

"I haven't counted that much. Some people evolve on their own. If you're a demon scholar, why don't you count?"

"Ha, huh ..."

Marquez answers the questions of Bersa and Aisle with a laugh.

"Why again a dungeon master?"

"Hmm? ..."

In response to my question, Marquez grinned, scratching Odeco.

I guess it was hard to hear

"The area is complicated. On the other hand, why is Naoki exterminating pests? Because you came to a different world, why not do something different? This world has magic, levels, skills, and it's interesting I think

At the time of self-introduction, he told me that he was working on pest control on the earth, and that there was no magic or level system in the previous world.

By the way, Marquez seems to have come from a place other than the earth.

However, as far as I heard, it was a world very similar to Japan.

Mushroom country?

Aisle and Versa were surprised that I came from a different world, but were convinced that it wasn't a story.

"In my case, it was just quick to make money."

"Well, you were not summoned separately."

"Yeah, my memory is already fading, but I died once in the world before and the god of this world picked it up. I don't remember what face he was or what his voice was. I don't remember being told about God's blessing or mission.

"I see, enviable."

Marquez laughed somewhat lonely.

"Are you enviable?"

"I was called to defeat the Demon King. If the Demon King is gone, it will not be particularly needed."

If you are called out and the Demon King is gone and you no longer need it, don't play around! I want to say.

"In that regard, you can live as you like. If you expected something, God would have given you some skills and talents. You are completely free. Goals, dreams, and the end of life You can decide your role in this world. Do you find any purpose in this world? "

"Yet, especially. I'm thinking about going around the world and deciding slowly."

"Yeah, that's good."

Then, while Versa and Ile were asking Marquez a question, the tea ran out.

"If you like, let's guide the dungeon?"

"Is that ok?"

"""Please"""

Marquez put away the tea, saying, "I've been a guest for the first time in a while."

Until we came to the dungeon, it seemed that there were almost no adventurers to level up or demons to recruit.

"There was no one who could have a dialogue," he said.

It is said that no one came to see the giant monster outside.

"Come here"

Marquez opened the window in the room.

Although it was underground, it was strange why there were windows, but it seemed to be a passage.

I passed through the window and it was a desert.

Like a forest, it is a place where light like sunlight pours from the ceiling, and the ground is entirely sandy.

After that, nothing is found.

"Is the monster here the strongest in this dungeon? If so, should we fight a little?"

"Eh! Is it okay?"

Isle heard as excited.

"Oh, but I don't know if I die"

Aisle looks pretty wobbly.

In particular, neither me nor Bersa are willing to fight strong demons.

"Just go by yourself? I'll come back later."

"Is that okay?"

Aisle took my proposal.

The aisles have become more advanced and out-of-the-way, so if you see an enemy who can't win, you'll be able to escape on your own.

"But, if you look like that, before you fight the monsters, you'll dry out and die?"

Aisle is still a bikini armor.

I have no choice but to lend my jumpsuit.

I also handed a water bag from the item bag.

"And then!"

When she said, Ayr ran in the desert.

"I'm fine. This is it."

Looking over the Isle, Márquez wiped the sand on the ground where he stood, and lifted a ground plate, such as the lid of a vault.

There are stairs.

As I descended, it smelled like rancid.

It has a moldy smell or a unique smell.

Turns out of the desert and is cool, chilly, dark and sparse.

I, in T-shirts and shorts, regretted early that I would not lend a jumpsuit to the Isle.

"You're not going to a glacier, right?"

While listening to goose bumps, I listen.

"Oh, that looks OK, but is it a bit dark?"

Marquez magically fired a fireball out of his palm and raised it.

"I'm not very good at magic, but I'm just good at it."

With that said, Marquez went down the stairs.

As you walk down the stairs, you can see mushrooms growing in a dark cave-like area.

When Marquez lights a nearby torch, she turns on a myriad of torches on the wall, brightening the room.

Is the size of the room quite large, as large as a baseball field?

Mushrooms are cultivated there.

And when you look at it with your detective skills, the monsters are playing.

Between the legs, a small mascara passed through.

"This is the secret place of this dungeon."

Marquez said proudly.