Labyrinth Restaurant

Summer-like favorable weather has been around for a while now, but it was a rare and heavy rain on this day. Looking at the table, the momentum is like flipping a bucket, bruising and the water tapping the ground.

It's such a weather thing that there are hardly any people on the streets of labyrinth cities that are usually crowded with people.

"You're not coming today."

"That's right."

The Demon King's Restaurant hasn't had guests as one in a long time. The Demon King is also smiling bitterly in a gallant store that reminds me of when I was just starting this store.

Lisa, who hammers at the Demon King's words, is also disappointed to eat a shoulder watermark when she says she has cleaned up her summer homework assignment she plans to do today to make time to come to part-time work.

"I kind of feel like getting paid for this"

Lisa, whose roots are serious, still did some cleaning in the store, organizing supplies, etc. to try to do some work, but because of the deceptive handling, those jobs were soon over.

By the way, Alice, who doesn't see herself on this occasion, was looking for work the same way until earlier, but you realized you had nothing more to do with it, and you stuck it in your room to do needlework that had nothing to do with restaurant work.

He said he was making a costume for the next time.

"Speaking of which, did you have the dimensions of your body measured before this"

Alice is addicted to sewing as one of her hobbies, but her skill is quite brilliant, with her usual store uniforms and nearly half of her personal clothes Alice's homemade. These days, we use materials and materials purchased from Japan via Lisa to make them to mame.

"Doesn't Lisa make anything?

"... Haha, I am refreshed in my sewing"

Lisa's skill in sewing is to the extent that she can spicidly make a borough cloth look like a rag. When you cook, your fingertips that move cleverly become less and less strange as soon as you have a needle and thread.

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I'm just chatting on the floor seats without doing anything for hours now, so I'm gradually running out of topics. I'm not usually that aware of it, but Lisa feels strange awkwardness about the situation alone with the Demon King.

That's when the Demon King suddenly reached out one hand and touched Lisa's hair opposite the table. Suddenly Lisa solidifies without being able to react.

"Uh... Demon King, what?

"Shh, be quiet"

The Demon King has stepped straight up to Lisa and turned to her face. The unfolding without any foretaste mixed with confusion, joy and sorry for Alice, Lisa's head was bright white and her complexion stained bright red in the opposite direction.

"Stay put, stay still. Don't move."

Increasingly, the Demon King is approaching Lisa, far enough that her breath can already be felt on her skin. Her heart buzzed like an early bell, and Lisa closed her eyes gently without thinking about it.

A second or two went by slowly as it was, and when five seconds had passed, the Demon King finally spoke out.

"Look, I got it. Big spiders on my hair."

What the Demon King picked up was a giant guinea pig of palm size.

Wonder how I didn't realize that was attached to my hair and where a spider that size got lost from.

Aside from that, the moment she understood why she didn't act like a demon king, Lisa showed off her clever moves of screaming with a soothing breath.

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"I'll make it today."

When Lisa declared so, the Demon King offered to help, but she dared say no to it. Instead of wanting to cook, I wanted to be alone for a while and calm the feeling of being expensive. I don't feel comfortable with the Demon King nearby.

"Phew, what shall we make?

Usually, a good dish is one that can be made as quickly and deliciously as possible with cheapest ingredients. Lisa also occasionally makes them at her parents' western restaurant, but having to satisfy her professional tongue under limited conditions is, in a way, more nervous than it is when cooking dishes to serve customers.

"All right, let's do it."

I used to get lost in front of the ingredients, but when I decide to cook, it's early afterwards.

The main ingredients are ground beef and pork with rencon, and dried gluten. There are other fine ingredients, but they are the main ones.

Chop the rencon slightly larger than the minced one and keep the gluten crushed together.

Mixing Rencon with ground beef improves the texture and the effect of gluten smoking gravy to trap the flavor. Besides, it has more casa with non-meat ingredients, making it perfect in economic terms.

If you mix and round the ingredients and seasonings you need, let the spring rest for a little while, then add bread flour clothes and fry, you'll be done with the special menthe cutlets. The crispy and fried fox color inspires your appetite.

But it looks like Lisa is going to put more hands on it from here.

The devil's vocation (demon in a caloric sense) to sink the cutlet in the sea of sauce with dobon and then pinch it in bread with plenty of butter and mustard on it. Yes, Lisa just wants to make a delicious mench cutlet into a cutlet sandwich.

I dared to use coarse bread flour considering dipping it in the sauce, so I get a slight crispness stained black on one side.

And as a side menu, I also prepared cabbage that I just cut for the first time. It's a cabbage that has no flavor whatsoever, just cut to a texty size.

Lisa is a pie that doesn't put cabbage in the cutlet sandwich itself, but she was rather welcome for something else to eat like this. If you eat cabbage between cutlet sandwiches, your tongue won't get too heavy, and unlike chopped cabbage, it has the advantage of being eaten by hand with sandwiches.

"Yeah, it would be something like this"

Thanks to my concentration in cooking, I also seemed to be able to regain my normal mind safely. I also spoke to Alice, who was stuck in the room, and decided to eat on the floor for all three.

"Yeah, yummy"

"Yeah, this texture is interesting"

Menchkatsu with rencon was also well received by Demon King and Alice. Lisa was also relieved inside to ho while eating her own sandwich.

"And you're a hippo"

As always, there are no signs of customers coming.

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"Speaking of which,"

When the plate was emptied, the Demon King thought of it and asked Lisa and Alice.

"Have you two decided what to wish for yet?

Aside from whether you can actually win or not, "What would you wish for if anything were to come true" is not an interesting topic to talk about as a seed. The story of this hand has been whispered around lately, and it seems that there are people with all sorts of wishes who want to be big rich, who want to get a rare kind of demon sword, or who want to be king and get a country.

The reaction of the two people questioned was in contrast.

"What!? Um... I'm still thinking about it!

Alice answered, blushing, twitching. In her case, making a wish is tantamount to making a substantial confession, so there is no easy wax to answer when asked this way.

"I've already made up my mind. Don't tell me yet."

Lisa replied lightly, contrary to Alice. I don't seem willing to tell you about the details, but I don't feel like getting lost.

"Well, this is like a kind of wish, and I thought I'd say it out of the blue in case I could win,"

Demon King and Alice twist their heads to euphemisms, but Lisa doesn't seem willing to explain any more on this occasion.

What does she wish for?

Can that actually happen?

That's a future story no one knows yet.