The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Heinrich's health, running through the wilderness relying only on the stars of the sky and the lights of the moon, which had also fallen and darkened, had reached its limits.

I can't do my job like this, and I'm going to lose one life in this wilderness.

Shaking off such a hunch, Heinrich runs through the wilderness.

Heinrich had an important mission.

Mass outbreaks of Mossman in the East Forest.

Heinrich and his soldiers in the Principality are desperately fighting against the powder that contains their bulk poison and the claws that fly and strike, but defeat is imperative as it is.

We must inform the country of the situation as soon as possible and ask them to send reinforcements.

It was Heinrich, who was good at handling horses, who was chosen for this important task.

It was yesterday that he left the fort, mindful of the secret book in which the division chief's flower deposit was pressed, notifying the country of his predicament, and seeing the slight gaps made by his companions.

I should have already reached it by appointment.

Heinrich's miscalculation was on the horse.

I had intended to choose a healthy and powerful horse, but when I left the fort, he was hit by Mossman's poison.

The horse he rode fell halfway down the road, blowing bubbles.

I had no choice, Heinrich carried only a minimum of baggage and was aiming for Castle Town with two legs, but that was also the limit.

When leaving the fort, Heinrich had eaten enough.

But then a whole day. It's already empty in my stomach.

It was a failure not to come loaded with food to make the horses run a little faster.

(In this place... you can't die!

Heinrich's death here means that he believes Heinrich will call for reinforcements and that his companions in the fort who are still desperately fighting will die.

Responsibility for that has driven Heinrich, a young knight in the proud Zeleman family.

If you keep running like this, you'll be on by dawn.

… the problem is that the exhausted Heinrich's health runs out sooner than that.

But God did not abandon Heinrich like that.

…

In Heinrich's eyes, the cabin follows.

Small, possibly pioneering people's cabins.

"Thanks...!

If you get just water and food… think that far and Heinrich is instantly determined.

He carries with him an important task that may, together, shape the fate of the Principality.

That achievement takes precedence 'above all'.

When I left the fort, I thought this was all I could do, and I did my hand unintentionally on the famous sword at the hands of Dwarf.

It's all for the Principality.

Deep and with dark determination Heinrich opened a black and splendid door.

At the same time as the chillin 'chillin' and the doors ring, Heinrich's eyes, accustomed to the moon and the stars, dazzle for a moment.

The huts of the pioneering people were unexpectedly bright and bright.

"There you are."

A pioneering man tells Heinrich.

(... one person)

Well, there's no sign of anyone but a middle-aged pioneering man.

Grateful for its good fortune, Heinrich spins his words intimidating.

"I am Heinrich Zellemann, knight of the Principality!

Offer water and food, O people of the Principality who live in this hut! If you defy... "

"Yes, sir."

Heinrich blinked his eyes as he tried to continue with his desperate, blackmailing orders and was ready to die.

"Then could you please sit down and wait appropriately?

I'll bring some water with me now. "

A pioneering man… a man dressed strangely in a small, beautiful way to live in such a wilderness, tells Heinrich.

"Wow, okay..."

Too much natural man drained me of poison and I take my seat.

"Oh yes, sir. Customer. Can you read Samanak?

To that inquiry Heinrich nods in confusion.

"Oh well. Good. Just a minute."

When I say that, the man goes to the back of the room... possibly to the cooking area where the water is kept.

(What is it? This cabin...)

While waiting for the store owner, he looks inside the cabin again and Heinrich deepens his confusion.

A chair with several elegant shiny tables and soft cushions.

In a bright room at night.

There are several small glass bottles and ceramics lined up on the table.

... very unlikely a pioneer's cabin where eating or not eating is the norm.

"Hey. Who are you? Aren't you just a pioneer?

Heinrich asks the man who has carried a cleverly wrapped cloth and a glass cup with metal watering and ice and water in a basin.

It's too suspicious a place.

The voice of Heinrich, who asks questions unexpectedly, also gets stronger.

"Pioneering people? What the hell? This is a western restaurant."

To Heinrich like that, the man asks back in wonder.

"You said it was a cook? In that place!?

I just think it's a joke.

Generally speaking, Heinrich even said it was a miracle that he wanted to go by today. Open a restaurant in a good place, and there's no way guests will come.

That's what I thought. Heinrich accidentally abhors his voice.

"I don't know which 'door' the customer came through, but the door here is specially made.

There's magic hanging on the doorbell, and it seems there's the same door that leads to all parts of the other world... "

The man explains to Heinrich in what he is accustomed to: "Different World Dining Room".

... Basically, I'm also aware that you don't believe me at first.

"What's stupid..."

Heinrich's confusion swells when he hears hard words to believe.

Seeing Heinrich like that, the man says with one sigh.

"Well, there's no reason to not believe it.

Even I would think it would be a lie if they suddenly told me.

Nevertheless, this is definitely a restaurant.

For once, you can give anything on this menu, so please place your order. "

Saying so, man... the owner of the self-proclaimed restaurant softly puts down a book with a menu.

"Menu...? What are you talking about..."

Complaining, Heinrich opened the menu in front of the shopkeeper.

A strangely twitchy, oddly touchy book unlike skins and paper.

There was a line of dishes I had never seen or heard of.

"Hmm. Masterpiece inside..."

Heinrich observes that what wrote this menu would have been fairly highly educated.

Letters are neat, easy to read, and vocabulary abounds.

As a result, the description of the dishes that Heinrich has never seen or heard of is accurate.

"Well, whatever. For now, if your belly swells, so...!?

Heinrich's eyes nailed one of them.

- Shripes taken in the southern sea with bread clothes and fried in oil

In the explanatory statement, the situation is forgotten, and Heinrich's throat drips.

Shripe is a sea creature that can be taken in the port town, Heinrich's home town.

It features an elongated body and a large eyed scissor, which is blue at the beginning of removal, but turns red when passing through the fire.

It is shaken with salt and worn on baked or chopped into soup utensils and eaten, but very perishable.

Because of this, it is difficult to even transport it to a neighbouring town, where it can only be eaten in a port town like Heinrich's home town.

Heinrich Very Years... I haven't spoken once since I left my hometown to join the Knights.

(Oh, I don't want this...)

The moment I remember Shripe, Heinrich's tongue revives the flavor of Shripe that I haven't spoken for a long time.

Thick, meat with a texture different from that of the beast and, when chewed, spreading, salty gravy.

When I was a kid, I remember squeezing a few copper coins and running to buy salt roasts like a common man's kid.

"Customer, have you made your order?

"Oh, oh... take this"

I point to Shripe's dish half reflexively to confirm with the store owner.

For a moment, I remembered that this is the middle of a dubious wilderness where there is even decent food for Shripe, but I recall.

This is what the owner of this store said, 'I can get it out'.

If you can't get it out, it's a fraud.

"Yes, shrimp fries. Can I go out with you in bread?

"Oh, oh."

The store owner checks with Heinrich to be nothing, nods back and pulls into the back of the store.

"... can you really get it out? Shripe."

Heinrich drank water, much with such a feeling free attitude.

"Good..."

Sigh leaks unexpectedly.

Cold water with ice. A faint feeling of fruit freshness that stains Heinrich's body, which continues to run and dry.

(Why is ice usually in a place like this?

I don't know how many times I've thought about it since I wore it to this store. The question turns my head, but I can't stop.

Pour water from a large, polished metal water drain into a glass cup and drink.

Repeat that three times, pouring water into the old empty skin bag as it was, and Heinrich takes a breath.

"Hmm... this is comfortable inside too"

Next, wipe the sweat with the cloth served.

A cloth the size of a hankerchief, in a strange fold I've never seen.

You let it contain hot water and then squeezed it, warm. So wiping it was refreshing inside.

Wipe your hands, then your face, wipe your neck.

... The three ossivoris prepared by the store owner were instantly stained black.

"Yes. Wait a minute. It's fried shrimp.

Eat with a special tartare sauce. "

While collecting that ossivori, the shopkeeper puts the dish in front of Heinrich.

Served on a white plate, finely chopped vegetables, small, red fruit.

Something white with a mixture of green things, served in a white, small vessel.

... and how much food placed on the plate would be the fried shrimp… 'fried shrimp'.

"Take your time.

Bread and soup are free for free, so please feel free to say so. "

"Hmmm..."

Heinrich accidentally drank his spit as he listened to the shopkeeper.

(You think this is... Shripe?

It was a far cry from the Shripe cuisine Heinrich knew.

First of all, it was straight.

Normally, a shripe, whether baked or boiled, is something that goes round the inside if you put it through fire.

Stick it in the skewer, stretch it straight, then cook it, and you can do it straight, but this "fried shrimp" doesn't look like you stabbed the skewer.

Nonetheless, the three fried shrimp stretch straight and have a fragrant smell on the plate.

I don't know how to cook.

(The description said that I put on clothes and fried them with oil...)

I see, the shrimp fry was covered in brown clothes except for the red tail, which has no doubt that it is the tip of the tail… the shripe.

At first I wondered if I had put on clothes with flour dissolved in water, but the surface is rough for that.

Knight… Heinrich, who had spoken of quite a variety of exotic dishes as a nobleman, was a stranger.

(... do you want to try a bite first)

Cut off the tip with a knife, stab it in the fork and lift it.

Apparently he took his head off and cooked it with his shell peeled off, soft under his clothes and a white body peeking from the cross section.

Bring it to your mouth... bite it.

"... oh"

Words leak unexpectedly.

It was... indisputable, shripe.

From the thick white meat leaks a shripe gravy that is fresher than what I ate in my hometown.

Its pale flavour combines with a fragrant, toothy garment, full of oil without habits, making it blissful.

Heinrich instantly makes one fried shrimp.

Until the last tail with a fragrant flavor, all at once.

"Hmm... hmm?

I was just about to enter the second bottle, and, uh, Heinrich remembers the shopkeeper's words.

(Though he did tell me to put on some tartar sauce or something and eat it)

Look at the plate… a small vessel with something white mixed with something green, placed precisely on the plate.

This is what shopkeepers call 'tartar sauce', no doubt.

But still hanging it on fried shrimp that tastes so good… will it taste better?

Heinrich chops off the tip of the shrimp fry and puts it on a white sauce.

White sauce with a white shripe body mixed with just a little green.

(It looks beautiful though...)

The problem is, taste.

Half-heartedly, Heinrich carries it to his mouth.

- I was out of line.

(What... what is this?!?

It tasted unknown to Heinrich.

An unknown white sauce that is even mellow and contains a slight acidity.

A trace mix of vinegar-pickled vegetables with boiled eggs and herbs of strong habit made it taste great when it interacted with a slightly pale fried shrimp.

(What a thing to say...)

Heinrich doesn't think, and spares the fried shrimp he just ate.

It was delicious as it was... but it didn't come true for the flavor combined with the tartare sauce.

Gurgurrrrrrrrr...

My stomach makes a noise.

It was a horrible experience… the more you eat, the more you get hungry.

"Sorry, store owner! One more plate, please!

Unexpectedly Heinrich overlaps orders.

"Yes! Guest, you've always liked fried shrimp."

The shopkeeper laughed furiously.

Then in the end Heinrich flattened three plates of fried shrimp with plenty of tartar sauce, and instead of bread and soup, served them together in vegetables with tartar sauce until the end.

"God... you have brought wonderful food and I thank you"

After the prayer after the meal, Heinrich's meal was over.

I definitely want to know how to make it, take a seat thinking so... Heinrich blued his face.

(... Shit, I don't have any money!?

Yes, I was in the middle of popping up for a preaching order now.

I left my wallet in the fort.

(This is troubling…)

This is all delicious food.

Heinrich would like to pay, whether it be gold coins worth 100 pieces of silver coins if requested, and he would definitely have paid if he had a purse.

But the sleeveless does not swell.

Heinrich now, who doesn't have a purse, was unspoken.

(But you can't afford not to pay... yes!

When I first found this place, I forgot that I was going to do everything I could to make it 'confess', etc., and Heinrich comes up with it.

"Owner! I'd like to ask for an account... one, please."

"Yes. What is it?

Call the store owner, Heinrich says.

"Sorry, I don't have any money! Let me give you this instead!

Next, I'll make sure to pay! Please, until then, keep this for me!

With that said, Heinrich deposits Dwarf's famous sword with the store owner.

"Heh!? No, normally with a bump..."

"Then no! This is my sincerity! Don't worry! I will definitely come back here again!

Now, if you'll excuse me because I have some urgent business to attend to, but then let me eat 'fried shrimp' again!

That's what Heinrich tells the shopkeeper to black-and-white his eyes at the sudden event, and he runs out to the exit.

"Ah!? Customer! Even if I say I'll be back..."

Heinrich pops out of the store with the store owner's words on his back.

"Sorry! We have to hurry! The fate of the Principality is at stake!

Heinrich's footsteps are light.

I rested in the store thoroughly and also had plenty on a great fried shrimp.

No more tiredness, no more dust.

It takes Heinrich until dawn to reach the castle of the Principality to announce the crisis in the Principality.

The Principality also knew the magnitude of the crisis, and immediately moved the soldiers of the castle, and the crisis in the Principality left painfully.

And Heinrich, the greatest meritor, is given honor and reward… Heinrich, who has it in his hands, later ceases.

"... stupid!? You don't have a store?

Ten days after the crisis had left, Heinrich, who visited the place, was stunned to open his eyes.

That day, there was certainly no shadow or shape in the store that I should have visited.

There was certainly a cabin in that place, but it was abandoned a long time ago, with no signs of people or fine dust, and no black doors on it that I should have seen that day.

"So what did I see that day... what was it?

Doubts abound behind Heinrich's brain.

It's not a dream. I can assure you that.

Because the Dwarf sword Heinrich deposited that day still disappeared from his waist.

- That's what happened three years ago.

Um, three years after Miracle Day.

"Um... Captain Heinrich. We have a visitor."

Heinrich, whose principality had been successfully informed of his predicament, recognized for his achievements in averting the crisis and entrusted with one of the Knights' squads, was informed of the visit of a certain guest by his men.

"Guests? Who?

Heinrich tilts his neck as the captain Pierce follows in the words.

This is one of the border fortifications unrelated to the glorious capital.

I didn't know who to ask without a promise.

"Yes. Actually, you're alone, and I've been asked in the name of the captain...

We call ourselves Tatsugoro. "

Confused while saying so, his men tell him the names of their visitors.

"What!? Tatsugoro!? Is it real!?

Heinrich shouts his surprise at the name.

An exotic swordsman who can bomb his martial name on the continent.

Mercenaries aside, if something holds a sword, there's nothing you don't know. I accidentally put my back on that name.

"Yes, and since you were as the bard sang..."

My men convey the facts in confusion.

An old man with a treacherous exotic samurai on his waist and a giant body wearing a magical silver warfare feather knitted by an elf.

Conditions are in order, and most importantly, if you came alone down the road where demons roam from town to this point, a fortress on the border, it's not an ordinary arm.

"Okay. Let me through, like there's no such thing as a crude phase."

Listening to the story, Heinrich decides to meet and gives instructions to his men.

And they met.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Tatsugoro.

Nice to meet you, Sir Zelleman. "

The old man, as rumored, bows his head respectfully.

An exotic outfit, a giant old man with another sword on a rumored samurai sword.

Heinrich intuits the appearance and the signs of a lion wrapped around him.

Definitely, that this man is real.

"No, this is Master Tatsugoro!

My name is Heinrich Zellemann, knight of the Principality!

I don't want that martial name!

With the greatest respect as a samurai, Heinrich greets Tatsugorou.

While he was a mercenary, he had slaughtered many demons that were said not to be defeated by human beings.

There is an unlimited number of things saved by the man.

"What the hell are you doing in a country fort like this?

Then Heinrich coughs up one and asks.

It's a great honor for a legendary samurai to ask me so far, but I don't know why.

He just nods that he is the best at the inquiry, says Tatsugorou.

"... Actually, someone I know asked me to deliver something I forgot."

Saying so, Tatsugoro gives Heinrich one of the swords he was wearing.

"Is this...!?

Heinrich, who received the sword, opened his eyes in amazement.

"Where the hell did you get this!?

That is the famous sword at the hands of Dwarf, once deposited by Heinrich in the restaurant.

Heinrich, who has used it for years, can't possibly see it wrong.

Why does Tatsugoro have a sword that has been 'missing' for three years?

Unexpectedly Heinrich questioned Tatsugoro to inquire.

"So someone I know asked me to.

There's no sign of him coming to get it, and he wants it delivered without a sword. "

Tatsugorou returns the answer with a bitter smile to Heinrich where he is' Don't listen to people, you look great 'as he had heard from the store owner.

"... that means no way!?

Considering the meaning of the word… Heinrich, who has come to a conclusion, clings to Tatsugoro.

"Yes. Maybe you're right...

That said, there must have been a 'door' near this fort too... "

After flushing Heinrich like that, he remembers the information he examined over the years on his legs, and Tatsugoro laughs.

"What do you think? Tomorrow's doyo day... what do you mean, even fried shrimp?

Tatsugorou laughs bitterly, even though it's still what I was hearing.

Shrimp fries.

The moment he utters the word, Heinrich shouts out after a moment of inactivity.

"Can you eat fried shrimp!?

Heinrich remembers a delicious meal he ate three years ago… sipping his sauce and spit.

"Yes, if it's Doyo Day every 7th..."

Tatsugorou replies with a laugh.

That was the day when a new regularity was added to the Dining Room of the Other World.