Straight through the cave that extends from the core room, there is a natural cave. Upon exiting the cave, turn left to reach our living quarters. Within this area, you will find one large tent and two small tents. Adjacent to the tents is a kitchen equipped with a stove. Additionally, there is a chair provided for my personal use. Furthermore, there is a designated resting place specifically intended for kobolds.

Ms. Järvenpar's attention was immediately drawn to the tent.

"Are you setting up a tent inside the cave?"

"In the morning, there is condensation that causes water to drip."

Due to the high humidity in this dungeon, water seeps out, creating a damp environment. In the morning, the moisture condenses and falls off. If you were to sleep without any protection, the droplets could disturb your rest. To ensure uninterrupted sleep, I have purchased a tent.

There is a large tent specifically designed for Kobolds, spacious enough to accommodate up to 30 small fish. Since it wasn't possible to purchase beds for everyone, a forklift pallet covered with a visible wooden board has been placed on the floor. This setup serves as a makeshift sleeping area, elevated from the ground to counter the cold temperature. Additionally, the Kobolds have taken the initiative to collect dead leaves, which they spread over the pallets to enhance their sleeping comfort. However, it is worth noting that this area could still benefit from further improvement.

The rest area outside the tent, designated for the Kobolds, follows the same arrangement as inside the tent.

As for your personal tent, it is a simple one-pole design. The tent features a central pole, around which a triangular cloth is stretched. This particular type of tent is familiar to you from your time on Earth, which influenced your decision to choose it. The Kettle Company, known for dealing with various types of outdoor equipment, proved invaluable in your search. Additionally, you purchased an outdoor bed that closely resembles the one you had in mind.

The Kobold Shaman also acquired a similar tent, which has since been transformed into a shaman's roost over the past few days. Various items such as herbs, feathers, totem poles, and bones adorn the interior. Despite being of the same race, other Kobolds find the Shaman's tent unsettling and prefer to keep their distance from it.

"Indeed, we haven't prepared tents for the Guardians yet, but we should make arrangements for them now."

"Yes, please do. ...Hmm, Miyama-sama's tent seems small, doesn't it?"

"...What's the matter?"

"The Dungeon Master is the ruler of the dungeon, standing above all others. As the one who commands their subordinates, it's important to project a suitable image. We should provide accommodations that reflect their status."

"...I'd prefer to save money if possible. Additionally, accommodating a tent larger than the Kobolds' might pose space constraints."

Considering that the number of occupants may increase in the future, the cost of maintaining their living conditions will also rise. It would be wise to avoid unnecessary expenses whenever possible.

"Let's differentiate based on quality. The Guardians deserve a tent of higher standards. They are the primary workforce of the dungeon and should be treated accordingly. This applies not only to the humans but also to the monsters."

"I understand."

Ultimately, maintaining order is crucial. In a place where life and death are at stake, if we don't handle things properly, it will create trouble for everyone. I grab a notepad from my tent (since paper is scarce in this world!) and begin compiling a shopping list, ensuring we prioritize the necessary items.

Ms. Järvenpar's advice continued for some time, encompassing a comprehensive range of daily necessities, minimal furniture, and even a touch of luxury. As I prepared to live and sleep alongside the monsters, it felt more akin to having numerous pets rather than sharing a living space. However, moving forward, I would be cohabitating with a distinct individual, someone who wasn't a family member and certainly not a lover.

In the adjacent room of the apartment, I could hear the sounds of human beings arguing. It became evident that appropriate consideration and good manners would be crucial in this new living arrangement. While I currently held a higher position, the weight of responsibility weighed heavily upon me. Nevertheless, there was no room for complaint—our lives were at stake.

"Is that the area that requires improvement?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

With her response, I ticked off one item on the checklist. Although there were still several memo papers filled with tasks to address, none of them appeared insurmountable. The burden on my shoulders felt slightly lighter.

"In that case, I would like to proceed with inspecting the remaining areas," I proposed.

"Thank you very much," she expressed her gratitude.

"No, no! It's truly remarkable how you managed to maintain a natural cave in such a short period of time!" I praised.

"Well... the kobolds have worked diligently," she acknowledged.

As the two of us made our way towards the entrance of the cave, I couldn't help but notice her captivating presence. Every gesture, posture, and movement of her hands carried a certain charm. It was evident that she possessed a refined upbringing, as there was no one quite like her in my memories.

She seemed like a young lady from a privileged background, almost like a tall flower that was out of reach. It would be better if things stayed that way. It wasn't a situation where I could afford to lose myself in love without consequences.

Her feelings began to shift. I noticed that she had been observing the dungeon very closely for some time now. Initially, it was just a path, and I had done the bare minimum. But she saw beyond that. She noticed every detail—the puddles, the steps, the low ceilings. It was as if she could see the parts that both the kobolds and I had modified.

"Ms. Järvenpar, are you familiar with dungeons?" I asked.

"Well, I've studied them," she replied.

It made sense for her to have knowledge related to her work, and I hoped to learn from her as well. Nevertheless, it was intriguing to see her keen interest in delving deeper into the subject. She had something about her, something that reminded me of the phrase "high and low" that an annoying person from my previous engineering job used to say. Perhaps there was a connection, but I hesitated to ask directly. Sometimes, work dynamics could be complicated.

However, there was someone I could ask, someone from a visually distinct race. I decided to inquire about it later.

"Oh, there are Kobolds," she remarked.

Turning my attention to her voice, I saw that we had arrived at today's work site. The kobolds were diligently preparing the cave, using various tools such as pickaxes, hammers, shovels, and even unicycles.

"Yes, they're all working well. It's remarkable," I commented.

"Yes, the kobolds have been a tremendous help to me," she acknowledged.

"It's all because I'm doing my best as a dungeon master!" I chimed in.

Ms. Järvenpar responded cheerfully, affirming my efforts.

"I'm just doing the best I can," I replied.

"Kobolds are naturally timid creatures. If they're afraid of the Dungeon Master, they won't be able to work well. We've been able to accomplish so much in such a short time because the kobolds trust and rely on you, Miyama-sama," she explained.

The kobolds looked at me with twinkling eyes, their tails wagging. I understood. It seemed that I had become a dungeon master whom they recognized and respected.

"It seems you've proven yourself to be a capable dungeon master in their eyes," she said.

"Yes, I'm starting to believe that. It looks like I'll be able to present a favorable report to the higher-ups," I replied.

She straightened her back and turned to face me.

"As for the living environment, we'll rely on you to make the necessary arrangements," she stated.

And with a graceful bow, she signaled her trust in me.

She seemed like a young lady from a privileged background, almost like a tall flower that was out of reach. It would be better if things stayed that way. It wasn't a situation where I could afford to lose myself in love without consequences.

Her feelings began to shift. I noticed that she had been observing the dungeon very closely for some time now. Initially, it was just a path, and I had done the bare minimum. But she saw beyond that. She noticed every detail—the puddles, the steps, the low ceilings. It was as if she could see the parts that both the kobolds and I had modified.

"Ms. Järvenpar, are you familiar with dungeons?" I asked.

"Well, I've studied them," she replied.

It made sense for her to have knowledge related to her work, and I hoped to learn from her as well. Nevertheless, it was intriguing to see her keen interest in delving deeper into the subject. She had something about her, something that reminded me of the phrase "high and low" that an annoying person from my previous engineering job used to say. Perhaps there was a connection, but I hesitated to ask directly. Sometimes, work dynamics could be complicated.

However, there was someone I could ask, someone from a visually distinct race. I decided to inquire about it later.

"Oh, there are Kobolds," she remarked.

Turning my attention to her voice, I saw that we had arrived at today's work site. The kobolds were diligently preparing the cave, using various tools such as pickaxes, hammers, shovels, and even unicycles.

"Yeah, they're all working well. It's remarkable," I commented.

"Yes, the kobolds have been a tremendous help to me," she acknowledged.

"It's all because I'm doing my best as a dungeon master!" I chimed in.

Ms. Järvenpar responded cheerfully, affirming my efforts.

"I'm just doing the best I can," I replied.

"Kobolds are naturally timid creatures. If they're afraid of the Dungeon Master, they won't be able to work well. We've been able to accomplish so much in such a short time because the kobolds trust and rely on you, Miyama-sama," she explained.

The kobolds looked at me with twinkling eyes, their tails wagging. I understood. It seemed that I had become a dungeon master whom they recognized and respected.

"It seems you've proven yourself to be a capable dungeon master in their eyes," she said.

"Yes, I'm starting to believe that. It looks like I'll be able to present a favorable report to the higher-ups," I replied.

She straightened her back and turned to face me.

"As for the living environment, we'll rely on you to make the necessary arrangements," she stated.

And with a graceful bow, she signaled her trust in me.

"Thank you for the wonderful dungeon, Miyama-sama. I will definitely introduce you to a good Guardian," she said sincerely.