Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core

By the time the quick-minded trees began dyeing the leaves red or yellow, there was a figure of a man searching for a missing boy at the foot of the Midwest Mountains of the Kingdom of Illustria. As an adventurer, many residents had already come to know what it was like to be the first man to ask about a boy. Those who sympathized with him in searching for the young nephew - who had fallen off in Vazari's night raid - helped us to listen as much as our circumstances allowed, but the news of the young boy remained interrupted.

More than a month had already passed since the Battle of Liberation of Vazari's Slavery by the Submen.

The man in the escort is stubbornly searching for the boy, not because he is otherwise thoughtful. I didn't get a chance to have something called intimacy because I didn't come near or talk to the boy on the road or to hide the boy's identity for his own safety.

Still, a man searches for a boy only because of professional bullying - or willingness.

The boy lost sight of his whereabouts due to a noise in a slightly gazed gap, and to this day life and death are unknown. If it's enough to deliver such a report to a client in Manastella, we'll find out where the boy is - no matter how long it takes - even if it's life or death. The man was just staying in this country for that.

"Is that Gorba?

When it had been more than two months since the raid on Vazari by the sub-people, a man who had never seen him appeared and called out.

I'm not an amateur because I'm securing a distance this attack won't reach. The man in the escort, called Gorba, responded as he ascertained the condition of the dark vessel he hid in his sleeve in a casual breeze.

"What about you?

I don't imitate being stupid and honest in answering a stranger's question. When he wondered how he could respond, the other man said nothing and sent something away in a slow motion.

I fell to my feet. Besides, Gorba had a verse in mind. Shut up and take out the splitter yourself, and slowly match the crack mouth. It fits perfectly. Put it together and now throw it back at the feet of a stranger. Slowly.

"... confirmed the separator. I use it from Master Holbeck. The young man arrived here safely. If you want to be sure, I'll show you."

The man in the escort, called Gorba, found out that his work was coming to an end.

"So, did you say Gorba? What happened to that man?

"We went back to the country after we made sure Fang was safe in the distance. Tell my client I'm obliged to report it. I didn't say anything about my client."

"Huh... Mm. Professional."

"Oh, my God."