Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

If you go there, you can enjoy a cocktail with a flavor you've never had.

If you go there, you feed me something I've never eaten.

If you go there, you can teach me how to eat something I don't know.

If you go there, you can teach me how to drink alcohol you don't know.

I'm impressed with cooks who work quietly and lightly, but still pay attention to themselves.

I'm glad to see your familiar wife laughing with pleasure.

As in the past, everyone with a familiar face can gather for a tasty drink.

That was the reputation of the store that has come to my ears in the last two weeks.

He was a strange man. He's a human, but he's not even supposed to live half of me, and he's irrelevant, but he's a different race, but he's someone else in red, and he tried to save me.

A really strange and mysterious man who suddenly said he was going to cook and created something I didn't even know he'd been eating his husband's dishes for years and instantly made this store a one-jump shop of fame.

Yesterday I saw him being called out by the owner of a famous store on the street.

I just saw it from a distance and found out. That must be a scout.

With the talent, knowledge, and skill necessary to make me work in a store in such a discreet place, I don't know much about cooking.

Everyone will want him as much as they can get their hands out of their throats.

At the end of the day, I said to him, 'I am satisfied now, so if there is any other invitation, you can go that way'.

But he laughed and said, "Because I work here for a purpose in itself," which was nothing.

That's what I don't know.

Sometimes he gets a very spicy look when cooking.

However, the moment it was in the customer's hands, it changed his expression as if he had woken from a bad dream and returned to work with a faint grin.

I'm sure bad memories have driven his talent, his skill, his life crazy.

That kind of overlaps me for not being able to leave this store forever, and I can't let it go and throw words that might be superfluous.

I was wondering if it wasn't hard, if it wasn't impossible, if I should take the day off.

Still, he just laughs and decides to say the same thing.

'Because working here is what I need right now'.

And even this day, which became a holiday for the convenience of purchasing, he came.

Tomorrow's planting and doing what we can today.

How can you work hard? Until you gave me that spicy, lonely look.

Looking at that back holding a knife by itself makes me feel irresistible.

I wish I could softly support that back.

But - I'm sure he has a decided man. I felt that way.

Is it something you leave alone? This, when I'm alone, I get stuck everywhere, an honest person in the world woman.

But now he is alone with me, such a strange woman.

... you can't. He should never be alone, that kind of race.

... then I'm the only one...

Hey, I've been having a lot of back pain lately.

After all, the kitchen has to be a workbench at my height to be hard.

This body is more than nineteen centimeters long, right?

However, the workbenches in this world are also made higher than those in Japan... but they still come to my waist.

But it's early. It's two weeks today. It's the end of the day when visitors arrive to make a booking at the end of the day.

Isn't it just a matter of time before this gets to Dahlia's ear?

"Well... maybe we can adjust this one today."

I took it out, a glass bottle for huge storage.

I planted it in the middle of a trial and error during a semi-final continental stall contest, depending on when I thought it might be a good time......

"Oh, what could that be? Whiskey...... the color is too black for it"

Then Mr. Misty, who had one difficult look from earlier, comes to his side.

Recently, I've been able to see this fatigue and often put in words that concern me... but it's okay [vitality enhancement] The teacher will make sure that this back pain also recovers while I sleep.

"Oh, this is a kind of liqueur. It's a little tight..."

She is right to offer that faintly reddish liquid, almost close to pitch black, divided by more milk.

It smells fragrant, deep and sweet. It seems that she, a woman, liked it too, a bite with a broken expression.

She will no longer look surprised if she fully trusts this item.

No, you're totally my culinary captor, aren't you?

The identity of this liquid is the "Acorn Latte", or steam extraction of chips used in dust coffee, which was offered in a previous street contest, the extraction of dark extracts as espresso, mixing it with rum, and other objects matured with fragrance.

In doing so, I put a few sugars together and made them dark and sweet...

An early story is a loose version of 'Ka '-A'.

I'm proud to say that I can be satisfied with the strong blend of aroma, dull sweetness and flavor, but now she'll like it?

"... it's delicious. Sweet, warm... cold or warm, it's delicious."

"Right. It's delicious to mix with hot tea, coffee or hot milk."

"Really, you know everything and you can make it. Hehe, funny guy."

Please stop, don't turn that smile on me. Your brother has two daughters in his heart!

Mr. Reyes, Mr. Leue, help me!

What a slightly deceptive thought it was when I was trying to give a strangely impending thought a break lately.

A shadow shadowed the door of the shop marked "Closed Today".

There is also a back door for the merchant of the purchase in this store, but when it appears from the front side, it will be the customer.

Hmm, I also accept daytime reservations, but what should I do for the holidays?

When I turned my gaze to Mr. Misty to ask for directions, she was already about to take a leg toward the entrance.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't think it was closed"

"No. Are you booking?

"No, I... I wanted to ask you a few questions..."

"Yes?"

What I heard was a woman's voice. If it's not an appointment...

I'm heading out to talk to you, too. Then, through the window of the door, a blurry blonde color peeked, and -

"Heard a friend of mine works here... right? I need to talk to you for a second."

"... here comes that friend. Long time no see, Amami."

Speaking of which, you completely forgot to contact me...?

Your eyes aren't laughing a bit...?

"Hey, do you say you were a little obsessed and couldn't get your head around anything else"

"Isn't that right? I checked it out and found out about this store. I'm more or less going to understand what Caivon is thinking... but let me know if you've decided on a policy? I wasted a lot of time researching the neighborhood rumors and shops."

"Ugh... sorry"

A little angry, Amami. However, you feel relieved that the face you saw came to you, and you feel warmer and more comfortable that your recently strained mind faintly loosens.

She is wearing something like a little lookin 'uniform today.

What if it's a formal knight outfit for Layla's mansion?

I asked her how life was at the mansion.

"Honestly... I'm getting so much better, but I don't have to fall for it. After all, I don't even know the relationship between Caivon and Lord Arklight."

"... sorry. But I don't think it's such a distant future to reveal everything."

"Yeah. I was just a little stupid. I'm pretty sure they're giving me a very comfortable life."

From her laughing like a soldier, she seems to see herself having a really happy, calm day.

Then two cups were offered to this seat.

"Go ahead. So, Kai, would you like to introduce me to this beautiful friend?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I totally talked to you. She is a friend who has been taking care of herself ever since she came to this continent..."

"Nice to meet you, say Amami. I'm friends with this pretentious and disappearing man."

"I'm sorry."

Amami stood up to the pretense as she spoke to the unnatural public.

"So you're going home for today. I'm coming to eat tomorrow. It's delicious."

"Oh, leave it to me."

She leaves the store and only a few silences come.

"Not that girl..."

A small grunt whose silence breaks.

Well, I turn back to her and wonder if there was anything that bothered me.

"No, because I was just a little wrong. Still... you're a pretty friend, aren't you?

"Isn't it? She's a beauty the men of the world won't leave alone."

"Hehe, you brag. She's from some noble mansion, isn't she? Could you be Kai..."

"I've never cooked in a mansion before."

No, because you haven't had a really miserable life, or an escaped cook, or such a pathetic body, have you?

Anyway, if it started to rumor to the point of reaching Amami's ear... maybe it's time to reach Dahlia's ear, too.

"I see there seems to be no abnormality in the state of health, magical activity, of the people over the last four or five years. The amount of magic collected remains stable… good luck with the survey report"

"Ha! It's a waste of time!

Drop off the fellow who walks away and look again at the material given to him with a sigh.

Environmental retention junction covering this city Brightness Arch.

Inactive magic leaks out of magical paths strewn throughout the continent, supposedly its source of power, and magic leaks out of the inhabitants little by little every day.

This medical examination of the public, which has been going on for hundreds of years, due to the anxiety that the art of collection, absorption, has not unduly afflicted the inhabitants, is still without abnormality this time around.

That means nothing more than that there is no clue that leads to the birth or emergence of "Moratorium Demon" or "Elf with Gray Hair".

And that is also a sign that this is the time to sleep, the time to wake up, and that there is no abnormality.

Again...... I would have to ask Fennel directly.

Because he would be able to alter information and cover up magic anomalies.

...... Now is one of the few friends of my kind. But to me, someone who could only use magic tricks, tapped into how it works, how it works, and the underlying theory.

Do I have to doubt such a person?

"... go somewhere distracting"

Let's try collecting some information.

So is the situation behind it and the dark side of the country, but the information on the table.