Labyrinth Restaurant

I think it's stunning.

Roast chicken, roast beef, roast pork.

Salad, marinade, confit, soup.

Deep-fried, cutlets, tempura and croquettes.

Chocolate on the cake, mousse, jelly.

Countless other treats lined up, and while that number still increases.

Wonderful view, wonderful view.

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The place is the Demon King's Restaurant.

Time was at the end of the year, around lunch on New Year's Eve.

Different parts of the world seem to have a little time difference from Japan, or less days a year, about two days ahead of Japan. We were having a bit of an early year.

The restaurant's normal opening ended yesterday, and today we are gathered together for this later annual meeting, and for the next day's New Year's Eve party, to work in cooking and decorating the floor.

"I burned it well ~"

"That's a good baking color. Let the meat rest a little."

As Mae in apron opened the oven lid, a roasted beef with a gentle baking color appeared on her face. Sleek rare texture on the inside even though the fire is well through. If you can rest the meat and get the coarse fever from now on, it will taste even better.

The sun has been shallow since I started learning to cook properly, but Mae seems to be putting more effort into mame even where I can't see her. Even if Alice barely spoke, she was completing a stunning roast beef as reciped.

"Sometimes it's fun to cook for yourself."

I usually specialize in eating, but rarely today did Shinko help cook as well. And not as a taster.

It's not surprisingly handy, as cooking was also included in the upbringing I learned at the temple. Even if you don't usually do it, you're basically good at it. I am mainly responsible for boiling and chopping meats and vegetables and for assisting other members.

"Is this good for the plate?

"Yes, thank you, Eliza. Now let's get to the serving."

On Eliza's prepared plates, today an adult-sized cosmos will handily serve salads, marinades and jellies that can be served, as well as a variety of other dishes.

Cosmos was often a child these days, but he was moving tediously without things such as discrepancies in distance coming from differences in arm length and back length.

"Yeah, it looks delicious! I'm so used to making pizzas."

One of the ovens was used for pizza baking and its predominant Angelica was baking pizza with a hand that she was used to.

Plenty of cheese. Plenty of tomatoes, too.

Bacon, sausage and lots of seafood.

It's like painting with sauces and ingredients on top of the fabric.

"Strawberries next"

"Yeah, nice. Then think about the balance of colors and get some chocolate cream around here..."

Painting, neither have the Sisters of Time and Lime lost in terms.

Responsible for decorating the cake and coloring it beautifully with fruit and cream.

The boulder has a sense of color for the job.

I'm not even supposed to be that good at cooking, but the sense of thyme colour is brilliant.

Sometimes we color the raw cream, sometimes the deep chocolate, and sometimes the custard instead of paint, on the sponge fabric instead of the canvas.

I was enjoying it with Lime and finishing a piece that looked beautiful and delicious.

"Yeah, yeah, it's going well"

And Lisa was the overall supervisor.

On the floor, men, including the Demon King, do the cleaning and table setting. I'm planning a meal in a standing party format this time, so it's going to be pretty tough to bring out and move around extra chairs and tables.

Lisa's responsibility is serious because she has to make it while counting the cooking completion time as you progress.

I'm busy standing around giving instructions at times, helping at times, but I'm not quite in the hall to supervise. I'm not usually the type to come forward so aggressively, but I'm out of the picture. Maybe that's the kind of managerial position that's right for you.

This is only a gathering in the form of a banquet within us, so everyone is cooperating and preparing without any relationship on the part of the store or the customer. I'm not wacky about it as a consideration, but if it's all for free no matter what you eat or drink, it'll be cheap enough to help.

Besides, nobody works ears. It's more like I'm having fun. Both the women in the kitchen and the men on the floor move with interest in chatting.

No matter who says it, nature and men and women split their spaces because they didn't want each other to hear from the opposite sex.

"How about that one?

Lisa takes a leopard bite of a slice of roast pork on her eyes as she calls on Alice, who is in charge of meat dishes. It is for the maker to be able to eat these knobs.

Besides, everyone else was curious about the dish because it's chocolate chocolate picked in the name of tasting, so there's no problem.

Even the questioned Alice was chewing freshly fried fried chicken with a mog, swallowed it with gokun and then answered the question.

"No problem, good job."

"Hehe, sounds like it"

Something tells me that tasting is going to go so far.

I didn't even bother to ask if it was good or bad.

There are already a number of finished dishes lined up on the kitchen cooking table.

You don't need to worry so much about the flavor deteriorating over time, as you make it in order from delicious things even when it cools down and you are also concerned about keeping it cold and warm.

But I'm going to run out of place for the dishes as it is.

We have to make sure the table is ready and start carrying food to the floor. Where Lisa thought so, the Demon King came to see how the kitchen was doing in good time.

"I'm almost done over there."

"Well, why don't you carry it with someone you can afford?"

Preparation for the floor also seemed to have progressed to a good spot in Kiri.

The food is getting a paragraph more, so the rest is 90% ready for the party if the free hands can carry it.

We were able to confirm the situation, so the Demon King tried to get back on the floor to get manpower.

"Well, ask the others to help carry it too...... oh, yeah"

And then I stopped my leg and turned to Lisa.

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The Demon King was looking at Lisa's face and remembering Simon's advice some time ago.

I have to say it right because gratitude is something that cannot be conveyed without saying thank you.

I remembered that, so I decided to say it before I forgot again.

"Yes, I have to tell you"

"Huh?"

I'm not going to say anything special to the Demon King.

Just tell them what they take for granted.

Is that, for example, fun to be with?

It's always helpful to have help, is it?

You want to keep up the good work, huh?

Such a lack of other love, daily gratitude.

No other love, no other intention, no love.

A line of words that are only an extension of everyday conversations with no mixing of love colors or other fine dust.

The Demon King told him that as he felt, as he thought.

"Thanks for everything. Keep up the good work, ku...?

The Demon King tried to end his thanksgiving that way at the end...... but he couldn't.

No matter how dull, even if you don't know how people feel, the more you still know at first glance, that anomaly was clear.

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I repeat, there was no profound intention on the Demon King, just to express my daily gratitude.

I just told them the obvious, very normal thing.

But of course, it can sting my heart.

Sometimes you uncover things you've been secretive of.

A stab in the heart is not necessarily as hard and sharp as a knife.

Gentle, casual, soft.

The words of such labor stabbed Lisa deeply and deeply in the bottom of her heart.

Lisa, who received the word of the Demon King, was delighted with it.

I was very, very happy.

That's why,

Oh, I really like it now.

I like this guy.

That's all I can think about anymore,

"... Oh, yeah? Me, why...?

With a fever that transmitted her cheeks, Lisa finally realized she was crying.

Pompous, pompous, and overflowing with tear beads.

I can't be sad.

I'm so happy.

Suppressing tears no longer comes true when you say it's in front of the Demon King, Alice, or everyone else -.