It's all one flower.

The corridor in the basement was brick laid.

In each of them, spells were carved and there were spells on the walls and ceilings as well. Even though the sun doesn't shine at all, the Miscellaneous Demon can't even see the shards. Cooler than the city on the ground, comfortable as long as it doesn't even smell like spices.

... Oh, this, for sure, fundamentalists can't come in.

Roark follows everyone with a blur like that in mind.

Shops line up tightly on both sides, returning merchandise, signs, and passers-by sticking out in the aisle. A woman in an apron who erases the name of a dish written on a small blackboard and changes it to "end of the day" to pull into the store, a man who brings in guests with a powerful voice and sells raw fish, a green fruit shop with a pile of vegetables and fruits on the merchandise table, a shop that sells machines that Roark has never seen...... a vibrant underground is a world apart from a city on the ground. People have no dust to be frightened of terrorism or the threat of war. I didn't think it was very much during the war.

... Is that all it takes to be safe here?

It tells the story of the ancient city on earth and, more ancient, this underground city, which was not lost even in half a century of civil unrest.

The city of Zerneau was lost in half a century of civil unrest and was only rebuilt in the following thirty years. I didn't realize it until I left the city, but in retrospect of the city of my hometown. Compared to here and the city of Lacrimalis, every building was relatively new.

What I saw earlier through the Zakart tunnel was the ruins of the abandoned city of South Zakart, which gave up reconstruction.

... What's the difference? Because all the inhabitants were wizards, and they took out all their enemies?

Earlier in the day, the shop that closed lunch has cleared the sign or erased the name of the blackboard dish. It was already that time, and it was past two when Roark turned his attention to the watch.

... from the city gates to the stairs, it was quite a long way.

I didn't realize the roark I was thinking about, but the girls...... Especially the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, who wore out a lot of magic, looked so pale that she was still going to fall, and needle amiera supported her walk.

I'm not paying you.

Fiarlka opened the door to the store where the blackboard on the lunch menu was still out and just walked in.

There is a large lion statue in the center of the store. The tables are arranged around the statue, with counter seats in front of the kitchen in the back and beside the door. There was no customer in the large store there, and waitresses in overdecorated apron dresses were wiping the table.

"Lunch, can we still go?

"I sold out my day off today, but if it's anything else, I'll be fine. How many people?

When Fiarlka spoke, one of the waitresses answered and the other two dropped a table seat for four.

"Er... eleven people"

"Maybe we'll both come later, but I can't take it anymore. Eleven of us."

Adding to manager Leno's answer, Fiarluca sat at the end of the table linking the three tables.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana keeps herself in her back.

"Mr. Medvege and Mr. Farkill, you know this place?

"I know you do. I'll be in touch right now, just a minute."

Operate the tablet terminal with a manual to which Fiarluca is accustomed, while answering the questions of manager Leno. In Roark's eyes, the witch of the people of the lake appeared odd to use state-of-the-art machines that were not in the Republic of Nemoralis, but did not say anything.

Amana asks Cruillo.

"What store did your brother come to before, here?

"Yeah. That was delicious."

"You can ask me to do whatever you want."

Fiarlka says as she runs her fingers through the terminal with a hand she's just as used to as Farkill.

Amana looked up at her brother's face sitting next to her.

"The mushrooms that Mr. Awellana and the captain picked for me sold at such a high price. Don't be weird, let's eat while we can."

Amana finally smiled and nodded in Cruillo's explanation.

"... they both arrived and waited at the spell store. He said he's coming over now."

... Oh, well. It was a [leap] moment to the city, but it was a walk in the city, so the truck got to the underground first.

Roark was convinced to look at the menu. There are plenty of fish dishes as well as meat and egg dishes.

A boy soldier Morph, who was looking at the menu with him from the seat across the street, reached out and pointed to a larger font around.

"Brother, what do you read about this?

"" Meat dishes "… the five things lined up under here are meat dishes."

...... hmm? Oh! Well, Mr. Morph, if you look at the name of the dish, you don't know what it is.

Roark pushed and killed the upset, explaining one by one.

"At the top, lamb steak. I've even been out at the Dossici City Mansion. Um, cooked lamb in thick slices"

"Heh..."

Sounds like Boy Soldier Morph tried to remember, but he stayed for months and didn't seem to know which one of the meals he left three times each day was.

"Is the guy in this city eating the same mon as the people in that mansion?"

"Hmm... I don't think it's exactly the same, but the types of dishes are the same"

I explained one thing at a time at this rate, and even if everyone else had completed the order, I still didn't finish the description.

"Wow. Is everyone here safe?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting in a painful place. I should have met you here."

Everyone smiles howlingly at the safe appearance of Medvege and Farkill.

The driver, Medvege, next to Juvenile Soldier Morph across the street from Captain Solniak, Farkil fell between Fiarlka and Amiela in what was known as the "birthday seat".

"Boy, what did you ask for?

"I haven't decided yet."

"The others finished the order first. I'm sorry, Mr. Roark."

Captain Solgnac frightens next to Rourke. Roark hung out with Juvenile Soldier Morph and hadn't finished his order yet.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. So, this shrimp Doria..."

... Even though the captain has been helped many times in the operation and nothing at all as described in the menu.

Furkill decided to simmer chicken tomatoes through his eyes on the menu, and Medvege also decided to simmer ground beef hamburgers.

Roark stopped explaining in front of dessert and asked Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"I'll make it an omelet, Mr. Morph, but what do we do?

"Oh, your eyes are high. The omelette here is so fluffy and delicious."

Fiarlka smiled, but her eyes weren't laughing. You want me to tell you to leave it alone. Boy soldier Morph glistens with the menu as he mixes his sparkling eyes with a rush.

That's what Medvege said.

"Boy, when you say this, you can just close your eyes and point your finger at Texto. Something you don't like, mon. Is that you?

"I don't know anything about it."

He said, "I'm lost. I don't care about any of it."

Stuck in the mouth by Medvege, Morph mumbled for a moment, but he reconsidered that too, returning to the opening of meat and fish dishes and doing as he was told.

Chicken cutlets.

"Alright, it's settled! Sister, you kept me waiting."

Medvege called the waitress and put me through the order.

"So, now I've contacted the craftsman, and today, when I give him the ingredients, he says he can do it in about ten days."

The smell blew away that I was tired of the air saying if I was going to be canned in an underground inn for ten days.

"Sounds like all of them. I peed. Well, eat inside before it gets cold."

Encouraged by Medvege, everyone reluctantly put their hands on it. I'm obsessed with it in one bite and the meal keeps going.

At the Roarks' table, roasted sheepmeat came only to Captain Solgnac, but he did not get his hands on it and spoke to Fiarluca, who sat at the opposite angle of the connected table.

"While waiting to complete, I would also like to procure preserved food…"

"You can count on me."

"Payment, too?

"Yep.... Oh, yeah. I'll give this back. Because I get too much."

Carrier Fiarlka put the horn of the fire bull out of the bag and in front of the furkill. Farkill stops the hand of the meal and silently punishes his own bag with the chicken cheeky.

... That mushroom is worth so much.

Roark was surprised to see the pharmacist (dull) Awellana cursorily eating a vegetable-rich risotto in the diagonal seat of Fiarluca. Because I sat down and my body got easier, my complexion got a little better, but my green eyes have no power.

I wanted to finish my meal early and give it a rest at the inn, but not yet for the Roarks.

Next to Rourke, Amana and Cruello are half rubbing chicken doria and omelette.

Even in bases hidden in the woods, meat from wildlife procured by the funeral home Agoni and dried fish from Awellana were eaten, but cheese and eggs were long overdue.

Many things have happened and the situation has changed dramatically in the two months or so since I left the Dossici city mansion. The aim of the journey stood, but we cannot be alarmed until we tread on the soil of the territory of the Republic of Nemoralis.

Captain Solgnac and manager Leno will also be added to the story of Fiarluca, and consultations will continue on how long to procure any preserved food.

Roark wanted to see this underground.

... Oh, but there's nothing I can replace so I can shop, and if I get lost, I'll annoy everyone.

So what can you do?

Think while eating the omelet you've been transported. Plenty of mushrooms and cheese, and the egg body is fluffy as Fiarluca said. Roark was caught thinking in one bite, obsessed and ate an omelet.