Labyrinth Restaurant

"Oh-ho! What an honor!

"Ugh, that's a big deal."

Fresh lawn incensed spacious gardens.

On the premises of an embassy in a certain country, there was the voice of an innocent boy and the appearance of people watching it smiling. The gardens are surrounded by tall walls, and we also pay the embassy staff, so we are thriving on stories that cannot be greatly tapped without worrying about the eyes.

"What is the big deal…? I didn't know you could have a holy sword in this hand......!

"Is that what it is?

"That's what it is!

The usual stretched-out behavior also lurks now, looking with sparkling eyes at the Holy Sword that Lisa made me hold.

The other day Lisa, who was to see Simon's sword archery with a few promises, came to the embassy and first embodied the Holy Sword (in the form of a sword, indeed, for the first time in months) to show her an example of movement, but Simon ate it on that holy sword.

Much surprised me when the Holy Sword greeted me [Boy, do me a favor], but still, curiosity seemed to be much greater than awe, taking various arrangements one after the other to indulge in a heroic mood.

"Hey, it's just shitty Simon. Could you let me touch you, too?

"Sister, in order! Take a closer look..."

Simon doesn't seem to be the only one interested in the Holy Sword.

Irina is not a wack interested in swordsmanship itself, but the actual phrase "legendary weapon" seems to have sounded on the harp line. At first I was smiling at Simon with Lisa, but soon I couldn't stand it and ran under Simon.

"Mr. Irina, you don't have to panic. I'll give you another bottle."

"You're something you can put out a bunch of bottles like that. Well, very pretty...... although a little heavy"

It would be dangerous if the blades were fitted, so Lisa embodied another wave of the Holy Sword and handed it to Irina as well. She also admires the sword shining in silver with sparkling eyes, just like Simon.

"Lisa... it's Lisa! Can I swing it?

"Yes, that's fine. Be careful."

This shape weighs as much as a metal sword for adults, so it weighs pretty heavily on Irina, who doesn't yet have a young simon or exercise habit, but they both smile very well and shake it boom. I'm sure you'll have terrible muscle aches waiting for you tomorrow.

Fluffy and dangerous, but Lisa is giving instructions to the Holy Sword remotely to pull the blade (by circling the blade so that it doesn't cut), so it should be necessary to hit my feet by mistake to such an extent that it hurts so much. Well, it would be quicker to get rid of the sword in mind before it hits because Lisa watches with caution, but it doesn't mean there are too many accident prevention measures.

"Why... why..."

"Ha... ha..."

The two of them, waving swords that were too heavy compared to their physique without even thinking about pace, buttered in less than three minutes of advice.

Simon, who always does sword arches, sits back on the grass early, like he usually does when he's tired, but Irina still stands, seemingly resistant to clumsy behavior that soils her clothes, even when she's butterfly. It's obvious you're imposing and your feet are flat.

"Sit here if you like"

"Why... ah... yes, thank you... why... thank you..."

Even Lisa sat her down deforming Irina's holy sword into a chair. It's like a person who doesn't normally exercise suddenly moves at full strength, or is no longer breathing constantly.

"... oh, is that a rumor transformation now? Lisa, can you show me more?

"Yeah, that's fine."

Simon, on the other hand, thanks to his constant physical training, is quickly recovering and shining his eyes again at the incredible phenomenon of the sword becoming a chair.

Lisa also responded to Simon's request to slowly deform the new four-legged chair and a table of designs that seemed to line up in a spilled coffee shop so that she could see the process.

"Lisa, if I may, more like this... I'd like you to show me your bow, your spear, your well-dressed weapon"

"Fine. But, look."

At the end of Lisa's gaze was Claude pushing a wagon with drinks and tea treat-like objects. Behind it is also the figure of an Irina samurai with a sunset parasol. They also find out who Lisa is, so the temper is useless.

"Ho, ho, thanks to you, you saved me a lot of trouble carrying the chair and the table"

"I thought it was time for the two of you to be too hasty and buttery without thinking later, and I sincerely took the liberty of preparing for your break"

Apparently this pattern of sister and brother's behavior was on the hands of the servants.

"Well, let's take a break."

"Uhm. Show me some other well-dressed martial arts later"

[Boy, if it's a well-dressed weapon, no weapon, I'll show you all my stuff later. Are you interested in satellite weapons, by the way?

"I'm sorry...... what is that?

"Mr. Holy Sword, please shut up for a moment. Simon, don't worry about it."

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"Oh, you're a sorbet."

"Yeah, the cheap, massive amount of ice, and the cook in the hall makes all kinds of ice treats."

The season is just a little past summer, albeit in the fall. There are still days when you feel cheerful like a summer forgetful. Iced confectionery like sorbet is great for a break, as it was still hot this day without leaking into that example.

Incidentally, the ice source for cooling that ingredient is the ice statue of a giant dragon and giant that appeared outside the city last week, but that's not for Lisa and the others to know. Ice is a fairly valuable product in the summer, so merchant souls are cutting it out and scraping it out and selling it on their own. The 'contents' of the ice are not mixed, so maybe there's no problem.

Lisa also recommended a chair to the two who came later, but the two servants seem to intend to be thorough with the service this time. I prepared my tequila and tea by the hand of boulders. Sorbets are also not just normally served in vessels, but several sorbets that were chilled in metal containers are placed visibly, taking into account the balance of colours, adding more colour with fruit sauces and mint leaves.

"... a little... calming down."

"Sister, don't push yourself too hard."

Simon said by putting himself up on the shelf.

"Well, let's just take a break"

Lisa isn't tired at all because she wasn't moving at all earlier, but that's why she doesn't have the idea of reluctance, etc.

The three of them all poked a silver spoon into the sorbet on the plate.

Two kinds of sorbet this time: lemon and blueberry.

The contrast between gorgeous yellow and vibrant purple looks beautiful on a white plate.

The sappiness that the milk ingredients claim is different from the ice cream that makes the sorbet attractive. The icy sensation of a winter morning frost, but more delicate than that, entertains the tongue and disappears.

"... yummy"

"Delicious, sister"

The two of you who were exercising until earlier seem exceptionally comfortable with the acidity of the lemon.

Lemon-based flavoring is also a common way to take advantage of skin bitterness to increase depth, but no skin part is used for this sorbet, and even more sugar appears to be increasing than normal recipes. It must have been devised by the cook who made this considering Simon is not good at bitter food.

"You have a berry scent... once, boiled fruit juice? But it also has a raw flavor... and this sourness..."

Lisa muttered to herself as soon as she mouthed the sorbet thinking it was being devised in some way and was in analysis mode. I'm sure the cook's blood that runs through her will make her do that.

The correct answer, by the way, is to use a combination of two types of raw blueberries, once cooked and jammed with sugar, plus a small amount of sugar-free yogurt on the concealed flavour.

It's called fine-tuning the flavor to suit the eater of the lemon flavor, and the cook here seems to have an inside arm.

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After the break.

[Come on, boy. What do you want next?

"I couldn't pull the bow at all. I'd like a weapon that's easy to handle next."

[Well, then I recommend Scoop, etc.]

"No, I have a weapon..."

[Say what. Stab me, cut me, punch me, dig me, it's a universal weapon]

"Is that what this is all about?

Forgetting the purpose of the original sword archery, Simon was completely obsessed with the Holy Sword. The Holy Sword also seems to like Simon, reshaping and letting him touch it one after the other.

Other faces are smiling at how it is.

"I'm not very interested in weapons, and could it have been Mr. Holy Sword's insatiable desire?

"Really, Miss Lisa?

"No, I don't know if you're insatiable."

"No, not that way, but that you're not interested in weapons."

Lisa answers Irina's question instantly.

"Yes, there isn't. Isn't it more rare for people to be girls and love weapons?

"That's true. It's not surprisingly normal for a brave man... it's not like a rumor."

"I am a normal person. And forget the rumors about me are almost lies"

Lisa sighed, conscious of her disrespectful behavior in front of the royal family, but heartily unhappy with many of the exaggerated rumors. If you walk around the city, even if you don't like it, the situation where you can hear a song and a poem about yourself seems pretty stressful.

Irina didn't offend her, but instead she was getting a quiet surprise at Lisa's such a normal girly trick. I felt like a legendary hero had suddenly become familiar to me when he realized he was the same person with the same personality as me.

Lisa leaned over for a little while, but said with Gabba's face up as if she remembered what she had forgotten to say.

"Oh, but I'm not interested in weapons, but Mr. Holy Sword himself is very convenient."

"Convenient? Could it be convenient to get a lot out or be able to do it for a variety of weapons?

"No, it's a little different nuances...... for example, this chair"

Lisa pointed to the chair that deformed the holy sword we are now sitting on.

"If it's a long journey, it's a basic carriage ride, but I can't afford to carry much furniture."

"That's true. I was also a carriage from the country to this city, but you seem to be struggling harder than usual."

Irina's response is other HR-style because it was actually the servants who struggled.

I have a hard time preparing meals along the way, and getting my husband dressed. It's a luxury specification packed with quite a few amenities because it's a carriage like a royal ride, but still everything doesn't go the way it usually does.

"That's where Mr. Holy Sword is. Make it a chair or table at meals this way, or an umbrella when it rains. If you think you don't have enough occassions for a bit of the evening, if you net it and set it up in the river, you can have fish or shrimp on your own. Oh, yeah, when I dry the laundry so I can fix it on the carriage, this dries up again."

Lisa's spirit, who was a mediocre high school girl in modern Japan, managed to remain at peace during her arduous journey, thanks in part to the fact that she was able to relieve a small amount of the fine struggles around her by utilizing the Holy Sword. That's why it doesn't even seem like there are parts of me that go somewhat too far.

Honestly, Irina was asked the truth about the kind of brave man she didn't want to know, "Wasn't the emotion just because of her earlier, that people like to be heroes are still not normal? I thought," Wisely. I drank that sentiment with cold tea, without putting it into words.