Labyrinth Restaurant

One day, several adventurers were eating at ease in a restaurant in the labyrinth. Gardo, the veteran adventurer who came first, called Alan, the junior adventurers who came later, to dine with him.

Sometimes we got to know each other well, and even the chatter without other love was very exciting. A meal is something that feels better when eaten in large numbers than when eaten alone. Enjoyable meal times have passed while each of us has wandered through the dishes we ordered and occasionally traded them for the dishes our friends asked for.

And that incident happened when each of them finished eating their main meat and fish dishes and worked on their desserts after a meal.

Gardo, one of the best sweet lovers on the spot, had ordered Castella for dessert of the day. Since my first visit before, Gardo, who had just started going to this store and eating a lot of sweets every time, had already dominated all kinds of sweetness in this store, but such Gardo's recent favorite was this Castella.

He was totally haunted by the fuzzy yet moist and unique texture of the cake-like sponge fabric and the crunchy, subtle accent of the shark covered in the bottom, its elegant sweetness, and he was disappointed that what he ordered was still being carried today. Even though there were three slices of thickly cut castella on the plate that was transported, I immediately flattened it with peroli.

But after finishing his dessert that way as soon as possible, he saw a shocking sight there.

The Alans. A girl named May, one of the smallest and sweetest lovers of the line, was ordering the same Castella as Gardo. Nothing surprises Gardo, either, if that's all. Instead, he even heartily appreciated the fact that he asked for a castella with a seemingly plain impression compared to other flashy looking desserts such as parfaits and cakes, which he knew was sweet.

But Gardo felt slightly uncomfortable when he saw that May's requested Castella had been transported in a deep dish. But Castella from Gardo should have been on a flat plate.

And that trivial discomfort turned to amazement when I saw May put the contents of a glass of milk she had asked for with Castella inside a deep dish.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, you!

Unexpectedly, he got up and shouted, forgetting that he was in the store. The three Alans, except May, are suddenly black-and-white with surprise at what happened.

But if you milk it like that, the fuzzy texture of Castella will be ruined because of it. It seemed like blasphemy to Gardo, who loved sweets so much. If I were to parable it, it might be exaggerated to say that it would be like punching muddy water in the diocese and spitting bumps in the scriptures, but that was largely what I felt for Gard.

But May is eating deliciously as she pounds and collapses a well-stained castella of milk with a spoon all the wind that blows around, such as that air.

Watching you eat that happily, Gardo's excited head has also gotten some cold. And the question sprouted in his brain that maybe this way of eating is delicious.

Gardo raises that question. No, he snatched away a deep dish containing May's Castella and milk, which was sitting half-consciously across the street, and ate the remaining contents in one bite as if they were to be drunk up. Well, it wasn't long before I stopped around too early.

Gardo muttered just one word: "… delicious" when he slowly checked the taste of Castella, whose milk in his mouth was well stained. I can't say for sure which one is above all, but the well-stained castella of milk was a delicious dish with fluffy castella to eat as is and A and B. At least I clearly see that the idea of blasphemy and so on against Castella earlier was a total wrongful crime.

But as May, who was suddenly robbed of the dessert he was enjoying, it didn't happen. At first I was surprised not to know what had happened, but when I finally understood what was going on a few moments later, I said, "Mr. Gardo, what are you doing ~!" It was unusual for her to not normally absurd her voice, and she raised her voice of anger that way.

When May takes his seat, he circles around the table and storms Gardo, slamming Pokapoka and his body. But with fists like little May's children, you can't even give Gardo's forged flesh a hint of itch.

This is what Gardo had in mind when he didn't really realize that he was concentrating on the taste of Castella.

"I assumed Castella was in the best condition to come out first, worked more than that, and neglected to put my hands on it. But the young men, with their flexible ideas, jumped over our common sense."

Being reminded of his own old age and the different possibilities of his younger juniors, Gardo accidentally murmured with a nihil look that seemed somewhat good: "I didn't know you guys could teach me..."

This time, outside the mosquito net from start to finish, Alan, who didn't even know what the hell was going on here, heard that line from his esteemed senior, and I don't know what it was, but I wanted to hear that line more on another occasion, I thought.

It should be noted that after a few minutes or so, Gardo finally returned to his sanity, finally realizing that May slapped himself with a half cry, and even apologized and defeated him for doing something bad to the boulder.