...... Well, it's not going to be that easy, is it?

　I muttered to myself as I checked the map.

　The man I contacted seemed to sense the threat, and as soon as I disappeared, he ran out of the tent, knocked his own men out of the tent, and flew to the tent where the real general was sleeping.
　However, the others, who did not know I had met them, seemed to think the man was crazy, and they didn't take him seriously and kicked him out of the tent.
　As it was, the man overcame the others and withdrew his troops and left the forest.

　A wise decision. Regardless of what others think...the one who survives wins!

...... Hey, Yuki. Why do you usually come back?

No, I just went to warn you earlier.

Please go ahead and tell me that ...... is so. I feel like an idiot for being so concerned about sending you off and then waiting for you to come back.

　A blush crept across her cheeks and a muffled, grumpy look on her face as she swore.
　I absentmindedly thought it was a little cute.

"Oh, well, don't be so grumpy. I'm sorry. I'll show you something funny.

　Then I visualize the map so that Leffy can see it.
　I don't know what the criteria are for making this function visible to non-dungeon personnel, but it seems that you must have a certain level of trust in the target to be able to use it. Leffy is still treated as an intruder, but she has been able to see the menu with my permission for a while now.

　Then I showed her a separate view that opened in relation to the map.

Is this ...... that intruder?

Yeah. Those idiots who tried to attack us.

　What you see there is a perfect view of the camp just before. Even the dumb face of a sleepy night watch soldier standing there is perfect.

　This is due to a dungeon monster called the Evil Eye. It looks like it has baseball-sized eyes with wings, and has the ability to send images captured by its eyes to you.
　In short, it's a remote camera. I left a bunch of them around there before I left. That's how they saw that guy storming into the general's place.

　They're very useful, but these guys seem to be inanimate demons - what we call golems - powered by the magic of the dungeon, so they can only be operated within the dungeon area.
　Well, that's good enough for me. Basically, I don't plan to leave this forest. I'm sure I'd like to travel to another world, but I just don't feel like leaving my heart, the dungeon core, here.

　Now, despite my warning, these guys are still here, in other words, ready to turn on us.
　Maybe they came here for a completely different reason, but either way, they're already in my territory. 　
　This is my property!" but they're still here, which means they're trespassing. And I'm armed.

　Then we don't need to defend ourselves anymore. Let the poor bastards be a test bed for your traps, or rather, let us defend ourselves as much as we please.


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　One of the soldiers in the sentry tower suddenly shouts out a question.

...... What's that? How long is it going to be in the morning?

　To that question, another soldier next to him replies.

"Ha ha, what are you talking about. You're tripping. You're still at night. ......

　That soldier couldn't speak until the end.
　Because another soldier behind him had stabbed him in the heart.

It's an enemy attack! We're surrounded!

　The man who stabbed his ally to death shouted this and pointed the blade into the empty space and started swinging his sword as if there was someone there.

　They do not notice.
　What they don't realize is that whoever is standing next to them sees a different scene than they do.
　That the words spoken by the person standing next to them are completely different from what they think they are hearing.

　The camp is suddenly becoming noisy.
　Those who noticed that something unusual was happening began to wake up, and one by one, torches were lit, illuminating the entire camp.

What's going on!

　A man who looks like a real commander. He's a big, fat man with an appearance that suggests he's earned his position of power.

"Oh, I don't understand! Everyone is talking about different things...

　The man who was making the report suddenly slammed down. At the same time, the top of his head slipped off and fell down, rolling to the feet of the man in command.

What the hell?

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

　Behind the man who was reporting was an allied soldier who was already completely deranged, mouth slack-jawed and holding a sword full of gore in his hand.

Oh, hey, stop! Dude, someone! Stop this man!

　At the commander's direction, the surrounding soldiers rush to seize the man.

What's going on, what the hell is going on!

　The encampment was now in a state of complete chaos.




　Watching the scene, Reffi muttered with interest.

I'm not sure if it's the ...... tree of illusion.

"Oh, you're well aware of that.

　I'm impressed with Reffi's ability to guess the cause of the problem with just a look.

　The one I used is the Rauschgift Balm - also known as the Tree of Illusion, apparently.
　It has the power to deceive surrounding creatures by pouring out magical power with hallucinogenic effects.

　Because it is not instantaneous, if you are dealing with a demon, it will immediately be noticed and run away, but humans are not that sensitive to magic power.
　Little by little, the tree's magical power will build up inside your body, and although the effectiveness of the tree varies from person to person, after enough time, you'll be a madman in your head.
　Of course it's not native to the area...I planted it in the dungeon.



　The usefulness of this is that the tree is a trap (...).

　The traps set by the dungeon can be used at will within the dungeon's territory, allowing you to remotely control the tree from within the throne room and time the tree's hallucinogenic magic to drip. When it didn't follow my warning, I had already activated it.

　Incidentally, this type of attack that interferes with magic is ineffective against me and Lefi.
　That seems to be because we have far more magic power than you. The theory is that the dense magic power swirling inside our bodies leaves no room for it to interfere with us from the outside.

　My body is said to be made up of magnesium, the element of magic, so an attack with magic power would have a direct effect on me, but the high density of magic inside my body seems to repel that extra stuff. I tried once with an advanced potion to scare me, but it didn't work at all.

But this isn't enough to kill them all, is it?

Well, it's just the beginning. How can I, a mastermind, be so clever?

"Who is this guy? A man who calls himself a conspiratorial figure is not always a big deal.

Then, there it is. Let's just say that Reffi the High Dragon is smart enough not to lose in a board game.

"Well, it's not over yet! That gamut is only a day old to you! Besides, the game is not over yet! If you say so, then let's get this over with, Yuki!

"Okay, okay, see you later.

　After patting Leffy's swollen head and laughing, I began to operate the next trap.