Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core

In the Kingdom of Illustria, as in many other kingdoms, many of the important matters are considered and adjudicated by the King immediately. There is no such thing as an organization that undergoes prior analysis for this purpose, so the examination itself is also carried out in the king's office.

Even though it was early in the morning, this room was packed with four men headed by the king.

"… is what was discussed at the First Battalion Review Meeting"

"It was hard work, Rover. Now, everyone, what we've been discussing as the First Battalion. From here on in, we have to enter into a discussion as a kingdom. You called me Warren. I need your wisdom."

"Words without body, Your Majesty. Now this is nothing but a shallow, non-talented man. Enough to meet such expectations…"

"Stop. This is suppose to be the king's office. You can't go in in the first place like a shallow, non-talented student. And that's what Rover brought you here to do."

Lord Warren glances resentfully at the King's words as he drips his head (like this) and complains what a place he has brought him. General Rover said, "Don't push me into trouble, help me without complaining, and cut this back with his gaze."

"So, Sir Warren, isn't there something in the battalion's report that you couldn't describe? I'd like to ask you about it in this room."

The prime minister, who finds that both rewards have fallen a paragraph, breaks in at a good time. The way I get used to it around here is just senior management. By the way, I am General Rover's cousin again.

Sir Warren, who was untimed to strike back by the intervention of the Chancellor, raised his face (toe) as he was ready.

"More than 90% of it is just unfounded speculation. Still?"

"That's fine now"

"Now, while you're overstepping. My concern is if the Dungeon Master is involved in this one matter. As you know, a Dungeon Master is a function of manipulating a dungeon to gather magic. We often send monsters to towns and villages for that purpose, which is generally hostile to humans and somewhat demonic. If one of the dungeons near Morrow has nothing to do with the noise in Silva Forest or Valen, it's fine, but if it's linked, the reason why the Dungeon Master worked with it is problematic. For example, you've been instructed by a superior being…"

"Whoa! Warren! You're saying the Demons and Elves are fighting together!?

So the first thing I said was paranoia.

"Hmm. You may be paranoid, but you're afraid when you weren't. Go on."

"Yes, assuming it was a dungeon found near Morrow..."

"Wait a minute, Warren. I'm sure it's a dungeon."

"No, reports of what's going on inside have not been raised, and we can't be sure that's the case. However, on this occasion, let me speak as a dungeon."

"Okay. I'm sorry to pinch your mouth. Go on."

"Yes. If the dungeon is in this one thing, why is that? It was the brave and the adventurous who lost their lives in Morrow's dungeon. It would be half a coincidence that the brave entered the dungeon, so I thought the main purpose would be the adventurer. If you're a good adventurer, you work relatively well with soldiers in the central army, but by nature, their opponents are animals and monsters. Suppose the purpose of the Dungeon Master was to sharpen the Adventurer... And considering that the soldier who fled the Silva woods testifies that he was attacked by demons..."

"One of these days, a monster will come out..."

"And rather than retaining that option, I wonder if it's right"

"Sir seems to buy a lot of bad guys."

"The second thing that bothered me is that. The night raid on Ballen territory was also a brilliant operation with the crowd disturbance in mind, but the subsequent blockade of the distribution route caused me to look exactly at it. It's an operation you never think of for an elf who doesn't form something called a massive society or nation. In other words, there is no doubt that a non-elf wise man paints behind his back. And the presence of the Dungeon Master suggests that its mastermind could be the Demon Clan"

"Hmm... keep going"

"Yes. From here on out, we'll be talking about building up speculation over speculation. The reason why the Elves and Demons are fighting together is first and foremost the presence of the Silva Forest. The forest of him (or) is graceful, not only because of the elves, but also because of the many creatures he lives in (ok). It will not be a place to be lost even to the devils. However, it is caught that there was a Yaltan church among those attacked by the arson noise in Valen"

"Isn't it because the Yaltan fucker instigated (or was it) Silva's invasion of the forest?

"Perhaps. But assuming the hostility of the mastermind is toward Yaltanism, it's a big difference whether it will come together in anti-Yaltanism or anti-human if the Demons and Elves engage forces (cumbers) in the near future. In the latter case, and if it involves not only our country but also the countries around us, if our country is to be held accountable alongside Yalta for the creation of anti-ethnic forces…"

"I'm talking about having a bad chest inside. Besides, we can't talk outside of this place. Something Rover just expected."

"Sir Warren, you can't talk about it anywhere."

"Ha. I'll keep that in mind for the liver"

"And, Sir Warren, can you put up something like a precaution?

"I was wondering if even the table would have more limited hands to hit from here than things haven't moved. However, I was wondering if you could move to refrain from persecuting the subpeople in order to curb the rampage of anti-Yalta forces."

"Damn, those fucking kids. As a cult, you can burn it."

"Stop, Rover. I didn't even think about it... but there are a few Yaltan followers in my country. Given the magnitude of the repercussions, you can't be paranoid. Now... depending on the way you look at it, it might be a good opportunity to get pus out at once..."