Labyrinth Restaurant

Afternoon of the first day of the New Year.

Various events took place yesterday and this morning, but that's it.

Somehow the New Year's Eve party was held successfully.

Nevertheless, it looks somewhat calm compared to yesterday.

While it's fun to have a treat and make a scene, it's also something that runs out of seeds for the second day in a row.

If this is Japan, there are New Year's Eve exclusive events, such as Kitefly, but the New Year's Eve party in this world is basically no different than a regular liquor festival.

A little after the banquet began, Alice spoke to the Demon King.

Alice seems nervous, albeit slightly more so, even though she is flat as opposed to the usual kind of wacko. After what happened this morning, maybe he had something to think about.

"Master Demon, Lisa, you're late. What's going on?

"Looks like it's still the end of the year over there, and I guess it's an errand."

By the way, Lisa hasn't come yet for some reason.

I have the manpower when it comes to preparation, so I don't have a problem with it, but what the hell is going on...... arrowheads everyone wondered.

"Sorry, it's late!

I knew immediately why I was late.

My gaze focused on Lisa, who appeared with the restaurant door open, from everyone in the store. She was dressed so prominently today.

"... kimono?

"Yeah, I borrowed it from your mother. Took me a while to get dressed."

Lisa came all the way here in sunny, plated clothes, even though she said she was still a division in Japan due to jet lag.

You stopped by the beauty parlor, and the hair you usually lower is also carefully braided. From within and beyond, I was ashamed to be asked again and again, "Did I get the date wrong," but it was brilliant sunshine that didn't make me feel that way.

Lisa seems to have put on quite a bit of a temper because of her confession of love last night.

When I looked in the store and found the demon king, I approached him right beside me and smiled at him.

"Happy New Year, Demon King"

"Yeah, congratulations"

"So, what do you say?

"What do you mean, what?

He didn't know the extent of it, but it didn't hurt his mood, and Lisa asked him again so he could tell.

"What do you think of this outfit?

"Ah... I think it's so beautiful, I think"

That's what they asked me back, and the Demon King told me what I thought frankly.

Lisa is in a small, gutsy pose smiling softly.

That reaction would also be natural, as the effort we have deliberately worked hard to decorate has been rewarded.

But some felt a sense of crisis in that exchange.

Specifically, Alice and Cosmos were greatly obsessed with Lisa's forward offensive posture.

"Mm, I regret it, but I do have to say it's beautiful"

"Lisa, you've been attacking me for a long time."

Actually, Alice has also been subtly stylish today with makeup that she doesn't always wear, accessories that she doesn't always wear, etc.

But the Demon King didn't mention it...... or there was an awkwardness about this morning and I didn't see Alice on Locke, and clearly I didn't realize it at all.

"Beautifully dressed and enchanted, is it... boulders are my strong enemies (both), simple but they do seem to work"

"Dear Alice, not if you care about me for a long time. If we don't distract the Demon King from Lisa, there will be a useless flag (flag)."

"So, but what do I do?

Alice can't seem to think of any help like this.

So much so that Alice, who is of the same sex, is accidentally seen as Lisa today. I can't help but be in a hurry as a competitor because the Demon King is interested that I don't even notice to the extent that I've worn it somewhat.

"Okay, let's take one skin off. Leave this place to me."

"Cosmos?"

and on behalf of the impudent Alice here, Cosmos interrupted the conversation between Lisa and the Demon King.

Opening up the situation by teasing a small handful of mouthpieces is an area where Cosmos is best at it. When it comes to negotiation, it's not like Alice, where physical attacks come to mind at the top of her choices.

Cosmos began by praising Lisa on her sunny clothes with a body of public discourse.

"Lisa, that meal is beautiful. I've heard from Alice before, but this is what Japanese ethnic costumes look like."

"Ethnic costumes...... yes, that's the place. Normally, I only wear them for New Year's or special occasions."

It's an interrupted form of conversation with the Demon King, but your favorite Lisa doesn't offend you to that extent. Plus, it would be nice to be praised even from outside of the Demon King (Target).

"Ho, just the New Year. Is it something you put so much effort into celebrating the New Year's Eve in Japan?

"Well, if you ask me, there are all sorts of events."

"Well, that's interesting. For example, what?

"Uh, for example... first sight, kite flying, carta, featherboard, beginning of writing, cake, cocktail minkan..."

Lisa went on to mention the classic New Year event as she fingered and counted it.

While hammering at it, Cosmos worked out an idea that seemed to distract the Demon King, and it didn't take long to come to his mind.

I clapped with bread to get the attention in the store and made this suggestion.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, there is no art in just eating and drinking like this. How about a New Year's Eve party, cake for fun, etc.?

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The Cosmos proposal was passed unanimously.

To be honest, nearly half of this place didn't even understand what "caked" was, but there's no reason to disagree if you hear that something delicious is going to be eaten.

An hour later, the restaurant's interior had completely turned into a caked venue.

Repeat the steamed rice cake topped, then pinched, then pinched.

Pep, pep.

Pepper, pepper.

Pep, pep, pep...,

"I feel bad about the phonetics!?"

Alice was damaged by mysterious paranoia, but it's not a problem because it's the usual thing. This is only the sound of steamed rice cakes, and does not describe the flatness of a particular individual.

I don't have any trouble getting a cake because my health pride is gathered.

First I teach while Demon King and Alice demonstrate the procedure, then I take turns working on it first.

Gardo, who seems to be particularly deeply committed to the flavour of the cake, was showing tremendous motivation. We're making it from next to next, so much so that we can't steam rice in time.

By the way, the mortar and pestle are made by deforming the holy sword by way of example.

Yesterday I was treated as a weapon for a long time, but it would be something like a glamorous leap as a universal cooking commodity. There may have been a little bit of strange recognition, but it's probably my fault.

"Yes, go ahead, Lisa"

"Thank you, Alice"

"That's okay, because it's hard to get clean clothes in the corners dirty."

This time rarely is Lisa added to the cooking.

I weigh myself in because it's hard to get the cake on or season it if I get my kimono dirty because of it. I'm not used to wearing Japanese clothes from time to time, so it seems like there is a lot of motion.

I have a table in the space next to the mortar so that I can freely remove ingredients that go with seasonings and cakes, but if I move around poorly, I can turn the plate upside down and contaminate my kimono.

Alice looked after Lisa for what she deserved.

Tailoring and passing the rice cakes you can to the broth to match the stock, or taking a small plate of rice cakes covered with kikurayama radish grated rice, shows you how a samurai with princess works.

Most of all, I don't do that just out of friendship and kindness.

Lisa knows that too, so she has a subtly bittersweet mixed grin.

"Is it delicious, Demon King?

"Yeah, it's different once in a while."

"Really?“ My ”made rice cakes are delicious."

I was encouraging the Demon King to eat a small plate of Isobe rolls seasoned with "Next” to give to Lisa and make a subtle score. I just put soy sauce on it and rolled it in seaweed, and if the cakes are the same, it shouldn't make a big difference who makes them, or anything like that.

But even Lisa hasn't lost.

picking up the Isobe roll as well from the small plate in his hand, against the Demon King sitting next to him,

"Demon King, Demon King, yes, ahem"

"Oh, you know, 'cause I can eat myself"

"Ahem."

"No, you're ashamed of boulders..."

"Ahem."

"I'll have..."

Ultimately, the Demon King was broken and eating directly from Lisa's hands.

Even if you don't care if it's just a taste, if you recognize that someone can be a paedophile, you seem to feel embarrassed that you've never had before.

But Alice hasn't lost either.

carry the cake to the mouth of the Demon King just as Lisa did,

"Demon King, come with me."

"Uh, Alice?

Come on, don't hesitate.

"No, not reluctantly or anything..."

"Can you eat Lisa's and not have mine? It's sad, you're going to cry."

"Okay, I'll eat! Because I eat!"

Once Alice pretended to cry, the Demon King broke again.

His heart is already broken by a bump, but that's not the end of the trial. I would also say that you can't forgive me to that extent.

Until now, I have been the demon king who broke their hearts without knowing because of their bluntness, but "not realizing" can never be a absolution mark. I'm sure he will be framed for paying off his previous bumps in various ways, not only today, but also from now on.

"Demon King, now take mine"

"Okay, then take mine next."

"Then I'll be next."

Then it's my turn again.

Alice and Lisa keep feeding the Demon King cakes in turn.

It's a suspicious place to earn a liking for this, but that sounds like they're having a lot of fun. It was a very aggressive attitude that I couldn't do when I had a favor.

Eventually, we kept feeding the Demon King until his stomach burned and he looked like a swollen cake, and to them, it seemed like a very full first day of the New Year.