Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own!

“This is the power structure of the forest.”

Delilah-chan, who was a book, and Hazel-neesan, a gothic-lolita-styled zombie with an unusually great figure, were gazing at the map I drew with a severe look. They’re quite the unique duo, but any pair from our dungeon would stand out anywhere.

The reason I summoned these two this time was to help with the task Master directly gave to me: to expand relationships in the forest for safety purposes.

“You’re meticulous, aren’t you, Margarita-chan? Have you been observing those scums’ skirmishes for a decade?”

Hazel-neesan picked up the map’s edge, looking at it as if it was tainted.

“Not at all. Master mentioned that a negotiator should be able to see through relationships, so this is just practice for that.”

Being one of the earliest monsters created by Master, I acknowledge Hazel-nee-san, who excels in combat and strategy within the dungeon. Thus, I speak to her with honorifics. Hazel-neesan keeps her unique speaking style, saying “xx-ss,” no matter who she talks to, even Master, so I must match her by speaking respectfully.

Both looked at the power structure map seriously but with an apparent disgust. It’s understandable. Just looking at the relationships and family trees of those who killed Master is nauseating.

“By putting it on paper, it highlights their stupidity. I never thought there would be more conflicts within the same species.”

Although it might sound nice when referring to the relationships between different beast settlements, their disputes are simply about wanting to be on top of the pack or avenging a parent who lost in a power struggle—such petty reasons. I’ve held my head in my hands multiple times while drafting this map due to their narrow-mindedness.

I wished they had some intriguing mysteries for me to research.

In that sense, perhaps this forest’s creatures were a good tutorial for me. They showed just how dull and insignificant the outside world can be.

“…We were no different from them before our Master blessed us with intelligence.”

Delilah-chan… Delilah Deianeira muttered softly as if blaming herself.

Despite being a member of the “Labyrinth of Ragnar” and receiving the utmost love from our Master, she, an Animated Book, had a very low self-esteem. She was always quietly complaining, lamenting her misfortune, and carried the disposition of a tragic heroine.

…Even though being created by Master makes her luckier than any other woman outside the dungeon. It’s sad that she can’t comprehend that.

“Delilah-chan, I understand that much. I’ve never forgotten the gratitude for the cultured life we lead thanks to Master or Master’s greatness.”

Honestly, I’m not too fond of Delilah-chan, who, despite being a tool of our Master, murmurs about wanting to “die,” worrying the Master… But she’s necessary for this plan.

As compensation for her gloomy nature, she achieved a contract with a god in the “Labyrinth of Ragnar” – something considered impossible for monsters – making her an elite.

This time, we need her to unleash that power to its fullest.

“By the way, if we’re going to kill all of them, did we need to investigate them in such detail?”

Delilah-chan spat out, always speaking disdainfully, except when conversing with Master.

I might need to teach her about the importance of communication someday.

“The reason we investigated them closely is… Well, it’s for those who remain in the forest.”

“…What do you mean?”

It’s about time I explain the overview of our strategy to them. While Hazel-san seems to understand, it’s crucial to confirm, as the Master said.

…Although the Master misunderstood the intentions of the Goddess Navarbi. Thinking about that adorable mistake makes my heart flutter and burn.

I shouldn’t think about Master now, or I won’t be able to stop myself.

Clearing my throat, I steered the conversation back.

“Our mission this time is to ‘expand relationships to ensure safety in the forest.’… Considering that the goal is to expand relationships, we might be feared more than necessary if we act too aggressively.”

The Master, full of compassion, has said he’s open to allowing several races to dwell in this forest, which rightfully became his domain when he descended from another world.

“Why does it matter? We can control them through fear.”

Delilah muttered under her breath.

She has a habit of speaking without much thought… it’s not that she’s dumb, but she tends to think that determining something is too presumptuous of her.

…Modesty is a virtue, but I believe that if she acted more proactively, the Master would love her even more and be even more pleased.

Sister Hazel is resting with a know-it-all look. She truly is sharp-witted. But for Delilah’s sake, I continued to explain.

“The key is ‘ensuring safety in the forest’. If we’re ensuring the safety of those currently in the forest, it’s simple. We need to hunt. However, if the monsters in the region clearly decrease or suddenly flee, hunters might suspect something is amiss. That would mean we failed to ensure the forest’s safety as tasked by the Master.”

We aim not to weed out this forest, which is one of the Master’s gardens, but to beautify and maintain it.

“Oh, I see. I don’t care about the rest, but I’d like permission to kill that bull, bird, and spider.”

Delilah often wants to kill aggressive species that attack the Master. In my plan, such creatures are unnecessary for this forest, so I don’t mind.

“I guess it can’t be helped. I don’t have a preference. Every creature in that forest is equally guilty.”

Upon hearing that, I couldn’t help but smile. Their sentiments were as expected.

I chose these two as critical members for this operation because their actions are predictable.

…All the children of our dungeon genuinely love the Master from the bottom of their hearts and pledge their loyalty, but that alone doesn’t mean they’ll obey my strategy.

Those like Rosarosa, Egrentine, Pilriff, Rozina, Ridwina, and Anima, whose brains are somewhere else, and Sally, Biondetta, and Angeline, who are fanatics only listening to the Master, make up the majority. Very few operate under my command.

…One day, I’d like to manipulate them in a strategy in a distant country with the assumption of failure. But this operation in the forest is a direct order from the Master, and it’s the first operation where I was appointed commander by the Master. Failure is not an option.